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intistone · 2 years

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assissin au ramble

okay assassin au drabble because why not (scars and scales imma brb just gimme a sec cause imma draw these after the references lol)

so i was thinking of this assassin au to be more like a dystopian or steampunk style-thing with lots of metal and people relying on tech a LOT.

so moon is employed as a weaponsmith and Sun as an inventor/repairbot and meanwhile y/n is just a magnetic throwing-knife wielding killer who just drags these two along to keep them safe.

funny thing is that theyre really, like really good a killing others but not so much as to keeping someone not dead (poor sun and moon lol). at the beginning after y/n spares their lives they would be SUPER SUSPICIOUS about this ASSASSIN that almost killed them but didn't for some reason.

but after going through some stuff and opening up, they actual get to know each other and grow close

so if theyre in a fight or cornered y/n would be like "quick knives aren't working i need something bigger"

Sun would be like: "PANIK" AYO just chuck that rock over there

Moon be like: here take this bomb i just made in 3 seconds

#assassin au #i swear im working on scars and scales #imma draw these neat guys later #y/n sucks at not killing someone #y/n sucks at feelings #the people who cornerend them would be under attack by a rock-bomb-knife thing and just YEETEd #i dont have a name for this au yet BUT STILL #i wanna draw this after i finish those mer refs #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf the daycare attendant #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf au

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starrylevi · 8 months

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Dad!Levi 💫

Dad!Levi who pushes the stroller when you’re both out

Dad!Levi who gets all the chores done around the house while having the baby strapped to his chest

Dad!Levi who literally takes care of everything the first few months after you giving birth

Dad!Levi who packs the baby’s bag whenever you both leave the house because somehow you always manage to leave something but Levi never does

Dad!Levi who tries every diaper brand before picking the one he deems is the best for your child

Dad!Levi who bundles up your child as if they’re going to experience a blizzard their first day out in the cold

Dad!Levi who cuts your child’s hair himself because he doesn’t trust anyone else

Dad!Levi who internally freaks out every time your child gets sick

Dad!Levi who seems to be the stricter parent but is actually the biggest softie and lets your child indulge once in a while

Dad!Levi who doesn’t let just anyone take care of your child. They’re always properly vetted or are a well trusted friend

Dad!Levi who teaches your child to be scrappy and resourceful so no one messes with them when they first attend school

Dad!Levi who’s in charge of bath and nighttime routines

Dad!Levi with a sunshine child who is absolutely obsessed with him even though everyone else fears him

Dad!Levi who doesn’t get upset with his children’s messes because how else will they learn how to clean up

Dad!Levi who makes sure he is gentle with his little boy knowing the world was never gentle with him

Dad!Levi who holds his little girl close, reminding him of his time with his mother

Dad!Levi who just cares about raising good humans not soldiers

Dad!Levi who doesn’t punish your children but teaches them lessons

Dad!Levi who tries his hardest to be the best father since he never thinks he’s good enough

Dad!Levi who loves your children with every fiber of his being as they are healing his inner child

#no thoughts just thinking about dad!levi and how in love he would actually be with being a dad #of course he would be terrified at first and feel like he’s not ready or he’s going to suck at it and really fuck ‘‘em up but he doesn’t #absolutely love the idea of him with a little girl omggggg #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi headcanons #dad!levi #manda writes

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death-threats · 10 months

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Head.

What it says on the package, friends. Blowies for some One Piece characters. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Eustass Kid, Portgas D. Ace, Roronoa Zoro x GN!Reader cw: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, dirty talk, dacryphilia, reader referred to as whore + slut, facefucking, semi-public in Zoro's???, cum swallowing

Eustass Kid:

You couldn't help the tears that were rolling down your cheeks and the drool that was pouring out of your mouth as the fiery redhead used your mouth as a fucktoy. He was in one of his moods today and you agreed to let him take his frustrations out on you. It was a mutually beneficial situation you two were in; you'd behave and be a good little whore for him and he'd fuck the life out of you. Your jaw was starting to get sore but his thrusts weren't lightening up. The only time he'd slow up was when your nails would dig into the meat of his thighs nearly to the point of drawing blood. He withdrew himself from your mouth and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. "What's th' matter? Can't be a good little slut for me anymore?" Kid rasped, his voice thick with need. Blinking the tears away, you shook your head. "T-too much." He huffed an incredulous laugh and rolled his eyes, weaving his hand into your hair and roughly pulling. "Fine. I'll let up a little. Don't you dare spill a drop of my come though, you understand?" He questioned, holding your jaw firmly. You nodded in response, too lust-addled to speak. "That's my baby. Be good for me, yeah?" He said, loosening up his grip on you to guide his swollen cock past your lips.

Portgas D. Ace:

The summer heat stuck to your bodies as you tried your best to keep quiet in your shared room in the inn. You finally had some time to yourselves on this quick overnight pit stop on some island in the East Blue. You ran yourselves ragged all morning and afternoon in order to gain some alone time this evening, and it was worth it. The orange lamplight reflected off of your puffy, saliva-soaked lips and your shining sex-blown eyes as you released Ace's cock with a wet pop. Your hand continued to work his shaft as you sucked and tugged on his balls just the way he liked. The sounds he was making was almost enough to get you off. "We have to be quiet, baby. Don't want everyone to be jealous of us." You murmured, placing light kisses to his flushed tip. Ace groaned and gripped the sheets that were bunched up on either side of him, his breathing sporadic. "Don't care. Let 'em all know how good you can suck me off." He said, an inclination of a smirk hidden in his tone of voice. You just grinned and raised a brow, returning that smirk of his in your actions. You took his impressive cock back into your mouth and his hips lifted off of the bed with the sluttiest moan you've heard him make to date. Yeah, the two of you will definitely be the butt of the crew's jokes come morning.

Roronoa Zoro:

You had offered to make drinks for everyone while Sanji worked on perfecting his plating and presentation out on the deck of the Sunny. It was a gorgeous day and everyone decided it would be a lovely idea to enjoy your lunch outside. You heard the kitchen door open and without turning around you announced, "I'm almost done, Sanji. Just have a few more drinks to go." Before you knew it, two large hands were on your waist and a pair of lips were on your neck. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the unexpected touch. "Guess again." A low voice said, one that you quickly recognized to be your lovers'. And that was how you ended up with the swordsman pressed against the counter with you perched on your knees in front of him, bobbing your head up and down on his dick. He wanted to fuck you properly but it was too risky so he suggested a blowjob, which you eagerly agreed to. Zoro weaved your hair through his fingers as he guided you up and down his length, hissing at the feeling of your tongue flattening against his shaft and teasing his weeping slit. You moaned against him, loving the taste of him. "That's my baby...fuck. Just like that." You two loved doing this in high risk places. It made your adrenaline flow like a sweet red wine. Zoro's breathing picked up in pace and you knew he was close. You'd done this enough times with each other that you picked up on one another's signs. His hand tightened ever so slightly in you hair and his hips stuttered a little as he emptied his thick load down your throat. You swallowed all he had to give you and stuck your tongue out afterward to show him. He grinned wickedly and lovingly smoothed your hair down. "That's my Y/N."

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ohthewh0rror · 5 months

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WE’LL MEET AGAIN SOME SUNNY DAY.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — “If I can’t love you in this lifetime I will wait for you until the next.”

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

A/N: Alexa, play For Her by Whatsaheart. Which totally has nothing to do with this fic, but the song is 1000% a Tom/Reader song. Also this connects to a previous Tom POV in a way, I might make a part 2 to this tbh.

So this is what it means to lose? To accept you’re at the end of your rope? This sense of hopelessness, knowing there was nothing I could do to change my fate, carved a pit into my chest, hollowing out the center where my heart once lay and burrowing itself in its place. I stood at the top of the grand staircase, sunlight coming through the windows, setting the room alight in a soft glow. The home itself is silent, but I swear I can hear the inkling of laughter in the distance, it feels just out of reach as I continue to make my way to the bottom of the stairs.

I try to follow the sound, but it feels like the sound is teasing me, dancing in and out of each ear, beckoning me closer just to drift away again. Before I know it, I’m standing in front of the door. The need to open the door is overwhelming, but a voice in the back of my head is attempting to dissuade me from grasping the handle.

As I hesitate, my hand hovering just above the handle, I hear it again. The sweet sound of laughter; something so familiar, so inviting, it gives me the strength to dismiss the voice in the back of my mind. Grasping the warm knob of the door, I give it only a slight twist before it softly cracks open. I can hear the laughter more clearly now, it’s here just on the other side of the doors. I stand, still hesitant to open the door fully and step out, when I hear her.

Her? Who is this her? She’s calling out to me, telling me it’s time. I open the door fully, and the glow of the sun is suddenly blinding.

Tom awoke with a gasp, confused, as his heart thumped painfully against his chest. He laid there for a moment, taking in where he was, making sure he was in fact in his London flat. He let out one last shuddering breath as he sat up, realizing he wasn’t in some manor, but instead his bed.

What kind of dream was that? Was it a dream? It felt so real, almost too real. Tom was internally grateful when the clock on his bedroom wall chimed, letting them know it was time to get up and get ready for work.

Tom hurried through getting ready, skipping breakfast entirely, intent on getting out of his flat and to his job at the Ministry as soon as he could. The dream unsettled him to his core; the feelings of hopelessness, acceptance, and dare he say longing left him feeling suffocated. He needed a change of scenery and the monotony of work to take his mind off things.

But, as the day wore on, the dream continued to haunt him. Especially the voice of the woman calling out to him. It wasn’t a voice he had heard before, yet it sounded so familiar to him still. It wasn’t until he was out with a few of his coworkers later that day, getting drinks when he finally found her.

He heard her laugh before he saw her face, the sound causing his heart to plummet, as he desperately searched with his eyes for the source of the sound.

And there she was, standing across the room with what seemed to be a friend of hers. An intense feeling of déjà vu washed over him as he took in the sight of her throwing her head back, laughing at something her friend had said. It made no sense to him, as he doesn’t know this woman. He doesn’t remember seeing her a day in his life, and yet looking at her now, he feels as if he’s seeing an old friend again for the first time in a long time.

One of his coworkers, Rafferty, must have noticed he wasn't paying attention and took it upon himself to see what had Tom so spaced out because the next thing Tom knows there’s a heavy hand on his shoulder. He hears Rafferty’s gruff voice in his ear a moment later, “that’s Y/N, she works at the Ministry too, Department of Mysteries.”

Tom nodded absentmindedly, contemplating just leaving it at that. To let that supposed dream remain a mystery for the rest of his life, a perpetual ‘what-if’ in the back of his mind. But it seems as if he didn't have a choice, when Rafferty, the annoying brute, called out to both Y/N and her friend over. As they made their way towards the table, Rafferty turned and gave Tom a wink, giving Tom half a mind to hex him into the next century.

His aggravation seemed like a footnote once Y/N had made it to the table. After she greeted Rafferty and his two other colleagues, she finally turned to him.

Oh…oh no.

Tom truly hadn’t believed in love at first sight. His whole life he figured it was a load of rubbish, just something in children’s storybooks to inspire their imagination. But now, at the age of 26, he can say that love at first sight was very much real. Seeing her was like breathing in your first gulp of air after nearly drowning, painful yet so relieving.

Relief?

Yes. That’s what Tom felt holding her hand in his as he introduced himself, Tom felt like the part of his life that had been missing finally fell into place as he looked into her (Y/E/C) eye’s. Tom didn’t know what Y/N was thinking, but if the look on her told him anything, she was feeling the same way he felt in this moment. Y/N seemed almost reluctant to pull her hand away, but ultimately did. Still, neither of them looked away from each other.

As their introduction led to casual conversation, Tom and Y/N’s conversation continued on late into the night, even long after their other companions had left. As the bartender made the last call, Tom offered to walk Y/N outside to an appropriate apparition point. They fell into comfortable silence, one you’d expect from two people who had known each other their whole lives.

And maybe they had, just at another time, in another life.

#I SUCK AT ENDIIIINNNGGSSS #god #someone shoot me #this might need a part two #the ending just doesn’t hit right I feel like #tom riddle x you #tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 1 year

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Sticking this on here even tho it's a general Sitewide Problem - I'm sick of people making excuses for retroactively adding more bigotry into tf2. It feels like people are only capable of thinking about marginalized people (especially "in the past") as our suffering, so writing a gay character, or a trans character, or a black character, or etc. must involve them suffering somehow. People go to such fucking lengths to pull hypothetical marginalized people out of their ass who LOVE writing about characters like them experiencing hate crimes as "coping", but In My Opinion your coping should not involve publicly making a bunch of joke characters from a comedy video game get called real slurs that affect people in real life. Even if your point is "bigotry is bad", not every single fucking thing that has a black character or a gay character in it has to be About Bigotry. You all let white characters just be characters, but the minute you wanna put Demo tf2 in your fanfiction you need to take some great stand against racism and choose to do this by portraying him suffering. I don't care if it's to show that Racism Bad - you NEED to learn to love marginalized people more than you hate bigots. Never mind everything I could say about how actually no, it would not be "period accurate to the 1960s" for everyone to constantly be spewing or facing racism and homophobia. Acceptance and taking stands against bigotry aren't new concepts. Your "historically accurate" tf2 fanfic has done absolutely nothing except show a bunch of already marginalized people that our suffering is more important than our joy. In My Opinion

#like being trans fucking sucks right now and honestly i don't need a bunch of posts in a video game tag #about how your blorbo gets your pronouns wrong 'because 1960s'. shut the fuck up #open mick night #tf2 #team fortress 2 #i've been in other tags too where like. there's So much west side story fanfiction where y/n experiences anti-latino racism #and it fucking sucks. and it doesn't help me 'cope'. and i shouldn't have to be exposed to that. sorry!#i know i did the 'in my opinion' sign-off on this but it's like when youtubers say 'allegedly'#anyway i retain my right to feel uncomfortable around you if your trans headcanons involve violent hate crimes

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vrisrezis · 11 months

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HIHIHIHHIIHIHI

MILES X GWEN X READER!! just fluff. i love these two, i love them sm. please. just make them cuddle and sweet talk to the point it would rot my brain. everyone calling eachother cute nicknames. just chilling in miles's bed. you can add your own sprinkle of spice in it or something idk how it goes just make it teeth-rottingly sweet. i must squeal and die. also-- LOVE. YOUR. WORKS!!!!!!!!! you are now in my list of favorite people in the world (which is only so little but ill tell you that joji is also it.) have a good day and eat and drink, stay healthy. cause YOLO! :D

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Hi thank u for the kindness LOL here ya go !! 🫶🏾

You yawn, plopping on Miles’s bed. You don’t even bother to take off your spider suit, and quite frankly neither does your boyfriend, or your girlfriend for that matter.

They do at least take off their damn masks though, unlike you who can’t even be bothered to do that much. The two plop right on top of you, making you wheeze out a laugh. The two laugh in turn at the sound you made, and they both wrap their arms around you in an embrace. The three of you often cuddled like this after a particularly rough mission. Today was no different, but it definitely felt like there was some playfulness in the air. A rare moment where the three of you were perfectly happy and more than content.

Gwen takes off your mask for you, and she smirks “you smell like … sweat and …” she sniffs you, “is that… fish…?”

you grin, “I had fish and chips with hobie”

Miles rolls his eyes at the fact your shared spider friend was a walking British stereotype sometimes, but for once he doesn’t say anything. He sighs, “smells terrible.”

“Thanks miles.” you smile, “you really know how to make your partner feel like the most breathtaking piece of art in the world.”

“Sorry sorry!” he laughs with a shake of his head, and Gwen can’t help but smile and the two people she fell in love with, watching you two jokingly bicker with one another.

“Even though you smell terrible, you’re still gorgeous to me, sweetie” Gwen butts in, and you grin. “Aww! Gwenny!” Miles pouts, but then laughs when Gwen says, “except when you call me that.” “Hey! Cmon!”

Gwen simply laughs along with you, and so does miles. And eventually, you do too. Sometimes this is just what life is. Giggling at absolutely nothing, your boyfriend and girlfriend were far from funny but anything with them felt fun and exciting. And sometimes even when life takes almost everything from you, you are given the most wonderful gifts in the world. In any world, really.

You think about how lucky you are, when you see your significant others asleep, right besides you.

You smile, and thank whatever god out there for granting you with such bright, colorful people to fill that empty void you felt for so long.

#submission #low key #this sucks #i feel like I didn’t do this justice #IM SO SORRY :(#miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #gwen stacy x reader #gwen x reader #astv x reader #itsv x reader

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spookyxsprinkles · 3 months

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Freezer Burn

todoroki touya × gender neutral and poc friendly reader

not safe for work // 6.3k words // AO3. warnings: angst, break up, arguing, crying, touya has an avoidant attachment style, dialogue heavy, poor communication, nipple biting, oral, possessive, fingering, spooky doesn't know how to write.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"Don't be so melodramatic. We weren't even dating," Touya said, taking his keys out of his pocket.

"I--I know but... you know what I mean."

"What do you expect me to say?" He scoffed. "That I'm sorry? 'Cause I'm not. I don't want this."

"Liar."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He opened the door of your apartment and walked out towards his car.

"You think I don't know you're pushing me away on purpose?" You follow him out, not caring that you had different shoes on. "As much as you like to pretend you don't care, I know you--"

He interrupted you with an angry laugh, before turning to face you as he reached the sidewalk in front of his car. "You must be delusional if you think you have me all figured out. Don't tell me what I feel. You don't fucking know me."

His car's lights flashed as it unlocked and he opened the door, standing there and glaring at you like if you had spit in his face. Maybe, in his mind, you did.

"I don't need to know every little thing about you to know that you're lying to yourself because you're afraid."

"Afraid of what, huh? Afraid that I'll actually start to care about you as more than just a hole I use to get my rocks off, before ghosting you like all the others that came before? Yeah, you're not special, sweetheart," his hands trembled with fury.

You visibly flinched at his words.

You knew he was right. You were acquainted with him through mutual friends for quite some time before getting physically involved with him. You knew of his non-committal self-sabotaging tendencies. You knew, but it didn't make his words hurt any less.

A flash of guilt flickered in his icy eyes but it disappeared just as soon as it came thanks to the scorching heat of his emotions. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady as you spoke quietly with stinging eyes.

"Maybe I'm not special, but at least I can be honest with myself. Which is more than you can say about yourself."

He threw his hands up in the air, laughing. "Real cute coming from you. I'm not the one that's so desperate for attention I start writing sappy love stories in my head. Maybe someday you'll find someone who wants to deal with this shit, but it's not gonna be me."

He moved to get in his car, so you took a few steps forward which was enough to catch his attention and stop him from getting in.

"You were just as lonely and desperate for attention as me when we first met, Touya. You parade around all day acting like you don't care about anything, you can't feel anything, but if that was the case you wouldn't come back. You always come back home."

It was a slip up a few months ago. The two of you were out with some friends at a karaoke room and he said he wanted to go home. You never brought it up to him, but he could tell from the way you nearly choked on your food, that you heard him. Since then, every time he heard the word 'home' he'd think about that moment and regret letting himself drink enough to forget his common fucking sense.

And now you had acknowledged that it was a real moment that actually happened when he'd much rather shove the memory away and pretend it was something someone else said. Someone not him.

You stood a few feet in front of him, sniffling and staring down at the tires of his car that he had taught you how to change and fill with air without you asking him to.

"You're the most stubborn person I've ever met. You never do anything you don't want to do, but you kept coming back." You wiped your nose, ignoring the feeling of the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. "Even now, you're still standing here, talking with me instead of leaving. If you didn't care, you would have already left."

He froze as if you had pushed the pause button on his anger. He stared at you intensely. The only sounds breaking the silence was a dog barking at sirens in the distance and your sniffles.

He hated that you were right.

"So what?"

He got in his car, slamming the door in anger and started the engine.

He buckled his seat belt and turned in his seat to look through the rear window as he slowly backed out of the parking space.

You panicked, suddenly shoving your upper body inside his open window.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" He hit the breaks immediately, causing you to flail as you lost your balance and he swiftly grabbed your arms to keep you from slipping and busting your head on asphalt.

"W--We haven't finished talking..!" You gasped, feeling your heartbeat pounding in your chest. "If you leave now, you'll only feel worse later!"

He simply stared at you in disbelief. His mind was screaming at him to get the hell out of there. The only thing stopping him from flooring the gas pedal was the fact that your legs still dangled helplessly outside of the car as you struggled to get inside.

You looked ridiculously stupid as you clung to the window with a tear streaked face. You also seemed so determined…

"Get out of my car," he snapped. "Right now."

He released a hand from you and moved it towards the handle of the door, but you caught his wrist with your hands.

"No," you said as firmly as your grip on his wrist.

His eyes watched as you continued to struggle to balance your body on the door comfortably. He had no idea what your endgame was here.

"You're fucking crazy."

"I love you, Touya," you gasped out. "I'm in love with you and I know you're afraid. I know you've been hurt before. I know you hate everything that's happening right now, but I can't let you leave like this." You tried wiping your eye by rubbing it against your shoulder, before looking back at him.

"I won't force you to stay with me and I won't force you to share things you don't want to share, but I also won't let you run away without us properly talking things through. If we're gonna break up then I don't want to let it end with that as one of our regrets."

He hated that you weren't giving up on him so easily.

Touya stared at you as you spoke. You were so calm and reasonable in spite of the ridiculous position you were in. There was no anger or irritation in your voice, just sincerity and...

He let out a deep breath in an attempt to stay calm.

"That's very big of you," he said defensively. He was always so defensive. "Trust me, it's better this way."

Your eyes studied his face before you decide to take the plunge and vocalize the thoughts that had been swimming around in your head recently. "Is it better or is it just the easiest way to avoid your feelings of inadequacy and fear of rejection?"

You watched as his eyes widened a minuscule amount that likely would've gone unnoticed if you hadn't known him for so long. You could feel the flames of his rage from the way his face contorted, his mouth opening to set you ablaze.

Your hands slipped down from his wrist to hold his hand gently in yours, your thumbs resting on the back of his hand.

Your grip was loose. He could easily pulled himself free if he wanted to.

But he didn't.

And that's all you needed.

"I've seen you be blunt beyond the point of just being rude to others and to yourself. You have standards that make it easy for you to look down on those who don't meet them yet even the ones that do fit them get pushed away. You easily say whatever's on your mind, unless what's on your mind risks leaving you vulnerable."

Your thumbs delicately drew circles into the dark marks on the back of his hand that were uniquely his. A sad smile marred your face as you continued to speak.

"I'm always watching you, always listening." Your eyes looked up into his, persevering through his gaze that scorched anything he deemed a threat. "You'd rather be alone than feel alone."

He was speechless as he watched you speak. You read him like an open book. A book he routinely burned whenever someone poked and prodded in a pathetic attempt to get closer to him. How had he let his fire get extinguished so easily? How did it not burn you like it did everyone else?

Like it burned him.

Even he was unable to escape his own flames unscathed.

The fantasy that played in his mind's eye was one where you patiently stood before him as the smoke cleared. His eyes stung and his breathing hitched at the thought.

He sighed deeply, looking more tired than you'd ever seen him before.

"I was serious," his words and tone contrasting with the heavy look he carried on his face. "You're wasting your time if you expect me to tell me what you wanna hear."

You shook your head, "I'm not asking you to say it back. I don't need words when your actions mean more to me." I bring his knuckles to my lips, pressing a soft kiss before looking into his eyes, "Besides, if it's time you're worried about, I wouldn't mind wasting it together."

His entire body reflexively ached to leave at the display of vulnerability, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

Words escaped him as he stared back into your eyes with a confusing mix of fear and hope swirling in his icy blues.

He swallowed hard and finally spoke, "So, all this time," he started as he gathered his bearings, "you've been watching me like some kind of weirdo?"

"Of course," you laughed softly. The movement set a jolt of pain to your abdomen that reminded you of your current position. "Can we go back inside and talk? My stomach hurts from hanging out in your car like this..."

You hissed as you tried to remove yourself from the car. It was definitely gonna leave a mark. He waited until you moved back to the sidewalk before he parked and got out.

"I didn't tell you to jump through the window like a maniac. Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"Desperate times call for--"

"Dumb ass fucking measures?"

"Yes, precisely. Glad we're on the same page."

He rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, walking back to the apartment. "Masochist."

"Sadist."

"You know the door was unlocked, right? I was gonna show you 'til you started manhandling me."

"Never let them know your next move."

"So, just dangle like an idiot and hope you don't get run over?"

"I'll admit I'm not good under pressure."

He snorted as you opened the door. He just realized you had chased him out in different shoes. Desperate times, indeed.

"Anyways," you continued as you shut the door behind you and removed your shoes, "You liked it. Thought it was super cool and hot when I was flailing around like an idiot."

"Yeah," he said genuinely, catching you off guard and nearly causing you to trip over the entryway step, but you caught yourself against his arm.

You looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he repeated sincerely, his eyes staying on yours. "I did."

You swallowed, feeling your eyes prickle with tears as your mouth gaped at him.

He pinched your cheek.

"C'mon," he said as he walked away from you and further into your home to take a seat on the couch. "Let's do this talking thing. We can watch a movie after or whatever..."

You couldn't see his face as he walked away but you could hear his uncharacteristically breathy inflection and stiff tone when he spoke. Was he feeling nervous? Shy..?

The fact that he was the one trying to get the conversation started rather than avoiding it made your chest bloom with warmth. You had expected him to come up with other things to do first in order to put off the awkward and uncomfortable feelings for a bit longer.

You hopped over to him with a blindingly bright grin, sitting near him on the couch to give him some space for this conversation. However, he pulled your body closer to his so that your sides were pressed up against each other. He wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"So..." he started and you could hear something akin to timidity in his tone so you hugged him, letting your hands affectionately stroke his sides. "I'm shit at feelings."

You wanted to laugh at his blunt word choice but didn't want to come off as mocking and discourage him from speaking. "You are not shit at feelings. You seem to feel things quite strongly. We just need to work on helping you feel more comfortable with letting them out in a healthy way, rather than boxing them up and defaulting to avoidance."

"So, I'm shit at feelings."

"If you say that one more time I am going to bite you."

"I'm shit at-- what the fuck!"

"You were warned."

"My fucking tit--"

"Not my fault it's so chewy."

"I'm shit at-- don't you bite me you fucking animal. Hear me out." He had pinched your cheek again to stop your open mouth from it's impending attack. "I'm shit at this. I know. Don't… laugh at me."

Your eyes softened and you brought your hand up to cup the one he had squeezing your cheek. He released his hold on your skin but you kept it held as you let it slide down to your lap.

"It might feel a bit awkward for you but I promise I won't think less of you for sharing your feelings. I appreciate that you've been trying."

"'Been trying?' I've done jack shit."

"No, you have done 'shit'." You reassured him as your fingers drew circles into the skin of his hand. "You came inside--"

"I always come inside," he smirked.

You bit him again.

"What? No complaint for me this time, Touya?"

"I deserved it."

"Masochist."

"Sadist."

Your lips pursed for a moment as you tried to remember where you were.

"Ah, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," you glared at him playfully, "You've already shown me that you're trying. You came back inside, initiated our talking time, and you're participating, too. I know emotional stuff feels hard, but I'm really, really proud of you."

He let out a 'tch' in jest, before leaning down to whisper into the side of your head. "In case you forgot, I also listened to you while you tried playing leap frog on my car."

"Very true, but I didn't forget. I didn't want to include it since I was practically holding you hostage at the time."

"Hostage?" He laughed haughtily, "If I really wanted to leave you I would've ran you over."

"Why is that strangely sweet..."

"'Cause you're a damn masochist. Get help."

"This, coming from the sadist..." The room was quiet as I rubbed his chest lightly with one hand. "I was really scared you were going to leave earlier, Touya. Like, for good."

He clenched his jaw but didn't say anything, opting to listen since he knew she probably had more to say on the matter. And she did.

"I was afraid that I scared you off by talking about-- about whatever menial domestic thing it was we were talking about before. I can't even remember what it was." You clutched his shirt without thinking as you struggled to remember what could've been the catalyst to losing the person you loved.

"Toilet paper," he stated after a pause. "You read about some sale at the store and were talking about how we should go before the weekend so we could stock up. Then you mentioned wanting to buy me strawberry ice cream."

Silence.

"It all sounded so permanent, so easy to you." You could feel his body tense as he struggled to force himself to speak. "Seeing a future where we go grocery shopping for toilet paper and you buying me something. Something that'll sit in the freezer waiting for me even when I'm not around. Something just for me." His last words were barely a whisper.

Your mouth felt dry, it made sense. He had a hard time staying in one place for too long if it felt like he was being smothered or expected to do things he didn't want to do. Your apartment was no exception, even if he clearly spent more time here than any other place.

"Yeah, you're not special, sweetheart."

You felt a cold ache in your chest at the thought of his angry words from earlier.

You told yourself they were just that, angry words. If they were true, would he have bothered to come back at all? No. You knew Touya was good at lying and even better at emotional warfare. It's how he protected himself. He hadn't done it to you since before the two of you were friends, back when you were just another random person trying too hard to get to know him. Today was the first time in years he had said something that caused you to feel bad about yourself.

You would need to talk about it with him later. Right now you wanted to hear him out, so you shove the memory away for now. You can worry about it later.

As painful as it was to hear him speak of his troubles with having a place to call home, you were grateful to him for really trying. Really, it was incredible just how far he's come already. You always knew he was a fast learner if he wanted to be and this meant so much to you. He had never let himself get this vulnerable with you before.

You wanted to tell him something in response but why did it have to be now, of all times, that you couldn't find the words to speak?

You forced yourself to swallow and nodded at him in encouragement. You didn't want to cry and risk him getting cold feet about the feelings thing. You didn't want him to think this was a mistake and that you couldn't handle the truth, because you could, you just felt deeply for the inner conflicts that took place inside of his head. His fears, his happiness, his efforts... it all meant the world to you and it was really getting to you.

You quietly cleared your throat and with a hoarse voice said, "I can see how that would have caused you to react the w-way that you did."

You mentally cursed yourself for the way your voice broke pathetically mid-sentence. "Sorry about that." And you were. You knew he got flighty over things like that but in the moment I just wasn't thinking.

"Hey, don't wimp out on me now." He pinched at your cheek again. "If I'm gonna bare my damn soul or whatever the hell, you sure as shit better not hold out on me. If you gotta get weepy, then get weepy. I'll save the laughing for later."

Your lips trembled at his words and you can feel your face crumple as you bury it into his chest and wept.

"I was so scared I lost you, Touya."

He stared down at you, committing the sight to memory.

His carelessness did this.

He pulled you in closer to him and placed his cheek on the crown of your head. A little while later you calmed down, sniffling and apologizing for accidentally turning his shirt into a tissue.

"Sorry, this is really embarrassing," you sniffled out with a stuffy nose.

He took in the sight of your puffy eyes and runny nose, before looking away. "S'whatever. I know you, too, you know. That thing you said earlier? About you always watching and listening? I do the same shit with you. If being a crybaby helps, then do it unless you wanna be shit at feelings, too."

Sniffle. "We're both not the best at handling our own feelings, huh..."

"An understatement, in my case."

"It's good that you're acknowledging the areas where you could use some improvement." You say as you reach up to cup his cheek and kissed the corner of his lip. "You're doing so well, Touya."

The way your thumb gently rubbed the pale skin of his cheek while you looked at him with honey in your eyes made his chest ache.

"You--" he swallowed as he held your gaze, "think so?"

You nodded and leaned in to press another kiss on his lips. "I know so."

He felt that familiar urge to run away when shit got too personal, but he yearned for more of the pure warmth you offered to his cold, sorry existence.

"I can't promise to always be better. I'll fuck up. I know it. Just don't give-- don't give up on me."

Sharing feelings was embarrassing, painfully so. At least, that's what he told himself to explain the lump in his throat when he struggled to say the words out loud. His hand moved to your thigh and squeezed it, "I'm stubborn but I don't want to fuck this up. When I fuck up, I'll need time to get my head out of my ass."

You felt like crying again seeing how desperately he tried to let you know he wasn't going to always be good at the communication, but he wanted to be and he was trying.

"I'll sit in the freezer waiting for you."

"I-- what? The hell?"

You laugh softly at his dumbfounded expression. "I'll be the ice cream sitting in the freezer waiting for you. So, don't worry about having to rush the process. Do your best. I believe in you, Touya."

He stared at your face for a moment.

"You have low iron. The freezer would kill you."

"I'll be fine 'cause you're always warm."

He once again felt that familiar ache in his chest that he usually got around you. "Wait too long and you'll get freezer burn."

"Are you saying a little freezer burn would keep you from eating your favourite ice cream?" You paused when you noticed his amused expression. "Okay, I walked myself into that one."

"Yeah," the corner of his lip twitched as his eyes darkened. "You did."

"Hey, I know that look. We need to finish talking first-- T-Touya!"

He grabbed your legs, flipping you on your back against the couch with him crawling over you.

"Don't you wanna reward me for doing well so far?" He asked in a low voice. You whimpered at the sight of his heavily lidded eyes looking down at you, amused with your flustered face.

"W-Well, positive reinforcement is a good way of encouraging good behavior, so yes we can, but you have to swear we will talk about this right after-"

He expertly rolled his hips against you, making you gasp. "I'm feeling pretty encouraged right now. You can feel it too, I bet."

You definitely felt it.

He kissed your lips as he removed your bottoms, pushing the backs of your knees as far against as he knew you could comfortably take, exposing the entirety of you in your underwear.

"I swear," he licked a slow stripe against the fabric before pushing it to the side and staring hungrily at your flesh, "on my god damn dick, we'll talk right after I make you come at least four times."

"F-Four?" You could feel his thumb teasing you as he swiped up and down your flesh.

"Five now," his lips wrapped around your sweet spot. He sucked while rubbing his tongue against it at the same time, making your body shudder.

He needed to make up for making you cry so much today.

Your hips bucked against his face, then his fingers.

"So fucking eager after all that talking, huh?" He gave a lopsided grin as he licked the taste of you left behind on his lips. "Yeah, we're definitely talking more often."

He soaked his fingers with the bottle of lube he liked leaving between the seat cushions for times like these. You felt one of his slick fingers tease your tight hole.

"Tell me who fucks you better than me."

"N-No one!"

"Weak shit. Say it again."

"You're the only one who fucks me t-this well!"

He slowly pressed his finger in, the stretch making you sing. He took his time prepping you before inserting another finger and moving in and out of you. He lapped you into whines, working his hand at the pace he knew drove you wild. You cried out praises for him, which he liked almost as much as he liked fucking you to tears.

"And who does this hole belong to? Who owns the rest of this pretty body?"

"Y-You do, it's yours, Touya! It's all yours for you to use as you please!"

You felt your legs trembling as he kept his hands busy with fucking you. The coil inside of you tightening as he vigorously pumped and sucked.

"T-Touya..!" You voice broke as you wailed.

He smirked, feeling satisfied at how fervently your hips bucked against him. You were a needy mess and he hadn't even stretched you with his fat cock yet.

Soon.

"It's mine. You're all fucking mine." His head dived back in and you felt yourself on the precipice of-

"Yeah, you're not special sweetheart."

You shook your head and looked down at him as he looked up at you. He sucked you hard, making your back arch. You were so close.

You stared through half lidded eyes, throat already sore from the sounds he'd easily pulled from you. You tried to focus on the view of him pleasuring you with expertise. Your was mouth open as you shut your eyes and leaned your head back against the couch. You were so close.

"Afraid of what, huh? Afraid that I'll actually start to care about you as more than just a hole I use to get my rocks off, before ghosting you like all the others that came before you?"

You grit your teeth.

Now was not the time for this.

Your eyes shut. You forced the memory away from the forefront of your mind. It doesn't matter right now, you'll tell him how you feel about it later.

Now wasn't the time.

Later.

...

"Fuck!!" You felt Touya pull his body away from you. "Did I not hear you say the safeword!?"

You opened your eyes and Touya's blurry face had moved from in between your legs to kneeling on the floor beside where you laid on the couch. You blinked your eyes and wiped them with your hands. Oh.

You were crying again.

The realization brought more tears and you looked over at Touya who stared down at you fearfully.

"Maybe someday you'll find someone who wants to deal with this shit, but it's not gonna be me."

"Hey, what--" his voice cracked.

Your body shook as you sobbed into your hands.

A sinking feeling had found it's place in his stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't-- I didn't hear you-"

"T-That's not it." Your voice muffled by your hands and your stuffed nose as you continued to sob. "The sex was consensual the w-whole time."

He looked down at you confused. Relieved that he hadn't hurt you in that way, but stressed since he didn't know what happened to you. His chest burned with anxiety and it made him feel restless. He grabbed your throw blanket and pulled it over you, which you used to hide your sloppy face as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Touya," you cried quietly and he stared down at you frozen with fear.

It was him.

"Tell me what I did." He knew he'd fuck up. He just didn't think it'd be this soon.

You didn't want to hurt him. You wanted to protect him but how could you protect him from the very words he spat at you in a desperate rage? Not speaking up about your own feelings fully and pushing them aside for someone else's sake is how you got here in the first place.

You needed to practice what you preached.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you said to me."

The parking lot. He already knew. He hated himself when he said those things and he hated himself now.

It was only a matter of time until he'd ruin things here.

You saw him grab his phone from the floor before standing up and walking across the living room. It must have fallen during your activities.

"I'll text Toga to come by. I'll stay until then."

"Don't go."

"I shouldn't be here."

"Because you hurt my feelings?"

"Yes!" He snapped. "This isn't masochism, it's straight up fucking delusional if you can't see the problem with me staying."

"You hurt my feelings," you sniffled. "It's going hurt whether or not you leave. Stay and talk with me about it."

"This talking shit clearly isn't working. One second you're telling me I fuck you the best then suddenly you're crying in the next. I already ruined whatever we could've had before it even started. We already know how this ends, so don't waste your time."

"If you leave then we will know how this ends." You sat up on the couch, clutching the soft blanket like a lifeline. Your voice was firm, but not enough to cover your soft determination. "You're hurt and so am I. So, sit with me instead of running away. Leaving things the way they are now is the sure-fire way to ruin this."

His jaw tightened as he stayed where he was.

"We talked a little bit earlier, but the issue just now wasn't your fault. It was mine-"

"You're not the one who said all that nasty shit to the person you-" He turned away and glared holes into an innocent plant. "It's over. We're not even fucking dating and it's over." He ran a hand through his hair and laughed.

"You did say horrible things, but I kept brushing off my feelings. We talked a bit earlier, but I still had feelings left unsaid." You stood up, the sound of your feet padding against the floor behind him made him stiffen. You stood in front of him, with your arms loosely crossed on your chest. "How are you supposed to know that stuff was still bothering me? It's not like you can read my mind."

"Don't be fucking dense."

"I seem to recall us wanting to work things out. You told me not to give up on you, remember?"

"Before I realized I traumatized you by saying a bunch of shit!"

"You didn't traumatize me, you hurt my feelings. There's a difference."

"You know the reason you had 'feelings left unsaid' is 'cause I basically mounted you before you could finish saying them, right?"

"No, that's not true and don't demonize yourself like that." You reached for his hand that was balled into a fist at his side, but he pulled it away.

He wasn't worthy of your compassion.

You frowned but didn't let it deter you. "I said it was okay --and before you say anything-- I wasn't coerced into it, either."

His eye twitched at her already knowing what he was going to say before he said it.

"You tease and mock, but you've shown me time and time again that you respect me and my body. You waited until I gave consent and I know that if I didn't give it, you would've let it go and let me talk about my feelings instead. You didn't take advantage of me. I disrespected myself by not prioritizing my own feelings. That's what the main issue was here."

"You said you couldn't stop thinking about what I said. It's my fault, they were my shitty fucking words."

"I'm not trying to say your words weren't a part of it, they definitely were, but I know you were just... saying what you could to put distance in between us."

He sneered, "Is that what you're telling yourself? Doesn't matter why I said it. Intentional or not, lies or not: it still fucking hurt you." His lips curled bitterly as remorse stained the cool blue of his eyes. "It'll be what you think of when you see me from now on."

You took a small step towards him, careful not to invade his personal space but enough to momentarily satisfy your need for physical closeness. Your need for the comfortable heat he offered to you as you both stood together in silence.

"I won't lie..." You started.

He knew that you never lied to him. Your stupidly sincere approach to interactions with him were probably what got him wrapped around your finger in the first place.

He did wonder if you ever lied to yourself about him, though. It'd explain why you let him stick around even while knowing he was a jackass.

He also recognized there wasn't any actual weight to that way of thinking. If anything, the times where your feelings felt so real outweighed those paranoid thoughts of his. Sometimes he'd catch you looking at him. The sweet honey dripping from your eyes at him doing fuck all felt so raw that he'd panic and have to leave for a while.

Whenever you smiled at him, even the soft little ones, you beamed bright enough to burn him to cinders if he let it. Lately, he had found himself simmering under your heat longer and longer, letting himself get singed by you.

Seeing you fidget with the hem of your top snapped him out of his thoughts. You were still in your underwear and it reminded him that he'd burned you. Not with the heat of patience and kindness that you regularly thawed him with, but with flames full of his own agonizingly self-sabotaging wrath.

"I won't lie," you repeated after taking a couple seconds to gather your thoughts. "I'll probably always think about what you said."

He already knew it yet it still made him hate himself more.

"The same way you'll probably always think about it, too."

You sweet, merciful, stupid fucking angel.

"Stop."

"No. You need to hear this."

"Just fucking stop."

"Don't interrupt me, Touya."

He glared at you in irritation as he clenched and unclenched his hands in an attempt to keep himself grounded. Mentally and literally. If he ran away now, you wouldn't be able to share your thoughts. He owed you that and so much more.

"It's something that effected the both of us and it'll change the way we are, but we don't have to let it change us in a bad way. We can use our hurt to help us grow." You said while looking at him with eyes full of hope. "We won't forget it happened and we shouldn't."

"We-- you--," he stammered. He could see the patience in your face and logic, feel the tender touch of your words. He was concurrently immolated by your steadfast mercy and by his venomous wrath. "We need to end this before you get hurt again."

"'Before I get hurt again'? I am going to get hurt again. By you, myself, or some other thing. It's what happens as we live and grow. The difference is learning from it. This is our 'before', and if you let us, we can work on moving on towards our 'after'."

"You know how ridiculously optimistic that sounds, right? Stupidly sappy, too. You really think it's as simple as that?"

"Can I hold your hand?"

He blinked in confusion at the randomness of the question but gave a small nod. You took ahold of it with both of your own.

"We both know it won't be simple. We both have baggage and hurt we'd need to address if we want to be something. It's going to be really hard, but if you stay I know that we'll both put in the work to reach our 'after' and every 'after' after that."

He stayed silent as he took in her words. You really saw--

"--Lots of 'after's, huh?" He quietly spoke as he tried to drown out his nerves with a teasing tone.

He looked at you with hopeful eyes that brought a small smile to your face.

"Lots of 'after's. I am your ice cream sitting in the freezer, remember?"

He'd scoff if he hadn't just gotten the wind knocked from his lungs.

You raise his hand to your lips before pressing a little kiss on the scars on the back of his hand before tugging it gently so he'd follow you to sit back down on the couch.

"I'm not eating freezer burnt ice cream."

"Hey! That's so mean…" you pouted. "And wasteful. You're way too picky of an eater, no wonder you're always grumpy."

"I'm fucking with you."

"Oh, I know. I'm fucking with you, too."

"Sadist..." He affectionately played with the shell of your ear while resting his cheek on your head. The gesture filled her with elation as they sat in comfortable silence.

"Look, I'm..." he started, struggling with his words.

"I know."

"I shouldn't-- I shouldn't have said those things earlier."

"I know."

"You didn't deserve it," his voice was softer.

"I know," you wrapped your arms around his firm torso, squeezing a little tighter.

"You're clingy. What're you thinking? Don't skimp out on me again, I wanna hear all the ugly shit, too." He lightly pinched at your cheek, "This shit ain't gonna work if it's one-sided. Start talking."

You smiled as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

"Okay, Touya."

#dabi x reader #touya x reader #dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #toya x reader #i always feel bad for tagging him properly even on my main account so sorry to the ppl who dont wanna see this T.T #happy dabi day i fininished this 20mins b4 it ended i love having adhd and dying #i seriously couldn'tstart writing anything for him until the day before #let me know if it sucks my brain fog was bad with this one #it is so rushed i am sorry #spookyxsprinkles #edit feb 17 2024: edited this so hard and i'll do it again over the summer probably #i'm supposed to be taking a 1 week break from writing so i don't burn myself out and yet.....!

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highwehyrat · 8 months

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Creamed whip

Nsfw

Todoroki Shoto x G.N reader

Chill Saturdays with your significant other were your thing. The both of you lazing on the bed scrolling through social media with the occasional chuckle from a meme.

While scrolling through tiktok you came across a barista's page. On this specific tiktok they happened to be making a drink topped with whipped cream. Satisfied with the outcome you liked the tiktok and scrolled. Three videos after your for-you page was now filled with whipped cream deserts. Unsurprisingly the craving for whipped cream crept it's way into your mind.

You swiftly got up and entered the kitchen quickly grabbing the newly bought can of whipped cream. You indulged in a short pump of the fluffy sweetness before settling yourself back onto your shared bed. It wasn't long after where you saw a high quality picture of your significant other right after his last mission.

He undoubtedly looked amazing, edible even, as if crafted by Aphrodite herself. A blazing heat found itself gathering between your legs, you shifted slightly from the sitting position you were in in a feeble attempt to cool down. In the process you so happened to catch a glimpse of Shoto's sweatpants. The groin area of his grey sweatpants to be exact.

"What are you doing?" He asks slightly short of breath as he gazes down at you slowly pulling down his sweatpants. "Calm down, I just wanna try something is all. Do you trust me?". He lets out a small nod giving you the consent to carry on with your shenanigans.

You free his flaccid dick and place it in one hand, the fingers of one free hand migrate steadily to his balls. You gently massage them before bringing two fingers to his perineum and deeply massaging the erogenous zone.

A soft moan is emanated from the icy lips of the Hero beneath you. His pale skin quickly flashes a rosy pink. He switches off his phone and places it to the side. "Babe," he moans carelessly. You chuckle softly, knowing he hasn't even experienced the worst of it yet.

You drag a flat tongue from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his cock making sure to slightly hook your tongue over his frenulum.

Aa-aahah baby

Precum dribbles down his cherry red tip down to the rest of his throbbing shaft, giving his prominent veins a shimmery glow to them. You take the first third of him into you mouth and let it sit there while your hands worked on the rest of the two thirds. Soon enough you felt him twitch in your mouth, you immediately stopped your ministrations to his cock and with a sharp pop took him out of your mouth.

You sat back to admire your good work. With his cock now fully mounted your mission could finally reach its climax.

"Doll please don't tease me like that, please baby finish me off, promise to get you anything you want afterwards, Bab-ahhh nngggg ah mfff!!"

You immediately cut off his whines by piping ice cold whipped cream over him. You made sure to tail the end of the cream at the tip of his cock.

His eyes rolled into his skull at the sight of you licking the cream off of him. You let out lewd moans of satisfaction which vibrated over his sensitised penis. A particular suck at the base led to his release all over the remaining cream.

The interaction of warm cum over the cold cream resulted in the cream melting and dripping down his shaft and onto his trim pubes like icecream down the cone. Without giving him the opportunity to collect himself you immediately set to work and begin lapping up the creamy cum.

The loud and lewd slurps encouraged Shoto's moans to grow into vocal groans, grunts and the occasional high pitched cracked squeal. After all the cream had been cleaned up from him, you took him in your mouth and sucked on him while you gently bobbed your head up and down.

In the occasion that he'd finally get the strength to bring his irises to the front of his face he'd be met by your lust filled gaze that'd steal the little strength he'd managed mustered.

His second and last arrival of the day was accompanied by breathy screams of your names, and the convulsing of his toned legs. Warm ropes of his pleasure shot into your mouth and dripped down the corner of your lips. You swallowed the amount you managed and let the rest drip back onto his overstimulated dick.

#bnha headcanons #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha headcanons #mha x y/n #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #suckin dick #ball sucking #whipped cream #i wanna do this some day #I've never had whipped cream but i feel like i wouldn't like it as much cause i don't like sugar.#shoto x reader

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the-last-f2p · 1 year

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Yandere promts day 3

3”family? why would you want them? all you need is me”

Featuring: Nagito Komeada

TW: Stalking, drugging , dvr2 spoilers and implied kiddnapping

Alot of students at hopes peak haven't exactly had the best life and Nagito is a prime exapmle of it. So of course he isn't as right in the head as say Hajime or Chiaki, but he trying his best! That's at least what you belived before you were stuck on island with all your classmates.

He seemed alot less...Deranged than usual what makes it even more weird that no one but else but you seemes to remeber how he acts. It's super weird. So you had to make sure Nagito didn't try to kill anyone by following him around what else could you do?

Nagito wasn't stupid though so he noticed right away. So you decided that just talking to him would be enough right? Suprisingly yes he would just stare at you while you talked about random things it was mildly worrying you're not going to lie.

But of course some things never change and one of those things is Nagito's personality. It started going again when Byukuya died and you would probbably be relived if he wasn't a complete phsyco.

Alot of things happened after that Nagito two other people died and all of sudden Nagito was everywhere. Everything you did was with Nagito at this point .

Nagito isn't completely hopeless when it comes to you he's in fact the oppisite he loves talking to a ray of hope such as yourself!This has lead to many disscusions about things to ease the tention of Nagito attempting to follow you into the bathroom.

One stuck out from the rest though. It was a rainy day on the island you didn't even know that was possible until now. And you were sitting in your cottage with Nagito of course talking about things one thing lead to another and you somehow ended up about the town you grew up in.

It made you realize how much you miss your family , your friends and your whole entire life. The only reason you decied to go to hopes peak was because your mother told you to.

"Hey Nagito do you miss it?" You asked trying to see if he got the hint.

"Miss what?" Newsflash he did not.

"You know your family friends life in general." You explained to Nagito who seemed to have an expression on his face not mad, not sad and deffintely not happy.

"Do you miss them?" He shot a question at you with a face that was both jelousy, anger and emotionlesness.

"Yeah mainly my family we were all really close and-"

”family? why would you want them? all you need is me” All you need is me it felt more like command than anything expecialy with his tone of voice that seemed to have dropped an octave or two.

"I keep you safe your family was the one who told you to come here why would you miss such scum of people that would put you in danger? They're worse than trash like me."

"Why would you say that Nagito?! Are you ok?" Yes he has been mean before mainly to himself but you feel personally attacked why would he say that about someone he never met?

"Oh I'll be just fine after this!" He got out a needle from seemingly nowhere and put on it to your neck . Hey why is everything blacking out? It was to late to realize what was in the needle but it wasn't to late to hear this.

"It's just my luck Mikan taught me how to use anesthetics before she died! Don't worry Y/N everythings going to be fine we just gotta make sure a hope like you survives the killing game k?" You then blacked out and just a heads up you aren't going to be waking up in your room.

#orignal plot in tag time #Y/N:Miss fam :(#Nagito:Yo how about i be ur bf cus ur fam sucks and did just injure kazuichi because he said that he doesnt really like you #Y/N:WTF?!#Nagito:Chuu :)#Y/N: Can we got a body discovered alert or something because i feel like a rule has been violated #Nagito: Knocks out cutely #CLOSET #yandere nagito #nagito #yandere nagito komaeda #male yandere #yandere #tw yandere #yandere promts #yandere danganronpa #yandereyandere #danganronpa

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starrylevi · 10 months

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Hiiii! I love your Drabbles smm It’s got me thinking about how nobody has ever made reader angry at Levi before they kinda make her always so patient and never angry if Yk what I mean? but could you make one where the reader hurts Levi’s feelings (instead of the other way around like always) by accident cuz of her hot-headed self kinda yells at him and she feels guilty later and apologizes? Or do you think Levi wouldn’t accept behavior like that even tho it hurt him what she said? Like he would put the reader in her spot and yell back? Do you think Levi would be with a hot-headed s/o who gives him attitude without realizing it, maybe he would break it off cuz he can’t accept shit like that from anyone? Idk it’s up to you how this Drabble goes! I love your work!!<3

Hiiiii, and thank youuuu! ♥️

I struggled with this sooooo much because I kept going back and forth on how he would react. I’m so sorry I genuinely don’t have a clear cut answer 😭 I feel like it depends??? Like I feel s1-s3 levi might put up more of a fight and s4 and post-war levi would be more solution focused?? But it might also depend on how long the reader’s been with Levi. I’m so sorry I tried my best and this is what I came up with 😅

“That’s not right.” Levi points out your inefficient cleaning technique.

You sigh, rolling your eyes, you were already annoyed. “What do you mean?”

“You need to scrub a little harder.”

You do what he says, putting more force in your movements in order to get the grime off. It doesn’t work.

“You just need to-“

“You know what, Levi,” You drop the sponge, causing it to bounce off one of the tiles on the bathroom floor before it finds it way to a corner. “Why don’t you scrub it yourself if I’m doing such a terrible job?” You frustratedly pull at the yellow cleaning gloves on your arms. “I’m not a clean freak like you, I don’t need everything to be perfect.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to be a clean freak if you knew how to clean properly.” He quickly retorts.

“What is your issue?” You snap as you stand up, putting the yellow gloves under your armpit.

Levi raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one who seems to have an issue. What’s with the attitude?” His tone is calm but stern.

“I don’t have an attitude, I’m just annoyed.”

“Oh, so that makes it okay for you to call me a clean freak.” He says sarcastically before he pauses. “You know what, why don’t you come to me when you’re ready to talk like a grown adult.” He puts emphasis on the last two words as he leaves you alone with your thoughts in the bathroom.

You feel silly for reacting that way, especially when all he was trying to do was help you. You sigh to yourself before making your way to the kitchen. If there’s anything Levi’s doing right now, he’s making a cup of tea. You enter the space, seeing him midway in the process of making a cup.

“Levi?” You say meekly, eyes staring at his undercut.

He turns around, you can see slight irritation in his features as his eyes meet yours. “Yes, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry. That was an asshole thing for me to say to you.” You admit to him.

The tension in his face lessens a bit. “It was.” He crosses his arms and sighs. “You can’t always get like that.”

“Like what?” You ask, confused.

“The moment you get upset, you attack me. You don’t even try to talk to me about it.”

You blink slowly, taking in his words. “I…”

“Listen, I’m not good at this talking about my feelings stuff either but I don’t lash out at you every chance I get.” He continues, his tone a bit bothered. “If I upset you, say that. But don’t be an ass about it. I know I can be cold but I’m not made out of stone.”

In that moment you see the clean freak comment bothered him more than you realized. You nod. “You’re right. I should have just let you know what I was feeling. It just felt like you felt like I wasn’t trying hard enough.”

He nods in response. “I get that. And I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” He sighs, arms dropping at his sides before making his way over to you. He gently holds you by both shoulders, his cloudy eyes looking into yours. “I love you, alright? I need you to work with me.”

“I know.” You nod. “I will.”

He seems to be satisfied with the answer, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead. “Now after I finish this cup of tea, we’re going to keep tackling that bathroom together.”

“Yes sir.”

#like I feel like this really sucks?? ugh I’m so sorry #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi drabble #levi x y/n

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lavenoon · 1 year

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OK, ok, I'm coming directly for Robin in this ask. So, we know Robin is deep down an insecure person, even though they are very confident in some things, several others can hit hard and fast and throw them off balance.

Rejection from closed ones, or self doubt of the abilities they are proud of for example. But I want to know what can instantly make Robin's day a BAD day. Not like dramatic events, or very serious issues like the reveal, but more daily stuff that can easily get under their skin and make them have an awful time, though they would like to try and not show it and just deal with it themself, more for personal reasons. Or maybe are there days that are just bad for them without anything causing it? Could it happen that one day they wake up and it's just a Day in which stuff sucks and doubts return and it's frustrating but they're just used to dealing with it by themself because of all that time they spent alone?

Y/N of course has bad days - they're human! (Uh, a person. Animatronics also suffer bad days)

The bigger contenders are of course their crippling repressed loneliness and the fear of falling short in something they're proud of, namely their job.

"Smaller" things are still plenty!

Early in their career the comments other agents directed at them were hurtful, and on a deeper level, unsettling (are they really not fit for this? If not this, then what do they have?) - but these days they can still cause their mood to take a nosedive. No one likes hearing mockery or insults, and Robin, as much as they pretend they aren't bothered, they are. That's another reason why they simply opt for avoidance with other field agents! That group is simply the most likely to take an issue with their methods, and letting them know.

What also is frustrating to no end is construction work. Picture this - you have a picture perfect route that you know in and out, and then suddenly there's netted scaffolding surrounding a vital part of your route and you can't really jump on that because it's netted and you can't judge the stability. So your route is blocked for months and then afterwards you don't even have the guarantee that you can go that way again, because what if something was changed, making it unsuitable for parkour?

Mild injuries like scrapes when falling or a rolled ankle are also really annoying, especially when they happen high up and they have to somehow find a way down and home without aggravating the injury. And then they have to mind said injury for a few days, just to make sure they won't make it worse! For someone who relies on parkour for their job, any injury is bad news, and will ruin their day easily.

Y/N also admittedly sucks at crafting/ construction, so any time the duplex is in need of repairs their stubborn side says "I'll figure this out" and then they go mad when things don't make sense or don't fit or the tool is wrong and man, why is this so hard? (Because they have no training nor experience. But hey, they have their fake it till you make it confidence, so this should be within their capabilities, right? No. They're just a stubborn idiot who has forgotten how to ask for help)

Early in the rivalry, Dusk "snatching" their missions and successfully completing them before them was something that hit particularly hard. Not that they unpack why and thus don't realize the deeper issue about their confidence and fear of failure/ rejection, but they still feel it and externalize it through snark and passive aggression (before going home and feeling very, very small)

In a similar vein, reprimands at work - mistakes during a mission that result in Agent River's full attention, reports that get sent back with a note to do better, all the little things chipping away at their confidence and make them fear for their status at the agency

And then... Of course there's the days where insecurities simply bubble up, closer to the surface, where every little thing suddenly becomes the last straw. Sleeve got caught on the door knob? Pen fell down, and they hit their head a little picking it up? Stubbed their little toe? Suddenly there's the waterworks, for reasons they don't even know, because they know it's silly, and that just makes it worse! They shouldn't cry, it's stupid, nothing happened, they're an adult with a serious and cool job, they own a house, they have an established place in society. So why are they feeling like this?

Because all they feel secure in in the end is built on matchsticks and held together by duct tape. They're lonely, and have no friends, because their job makes civilian contact risky, and fellow agents simply don't seem to like them. Which makes them the outlier - and Robin can't be sure what kind of outlier. Are they even qualified for this? What if they aren't - who's gonna find out? When? What do they do when they inevitably get fired for being a fraud? Their world is their job, and they have no support system, and the terror underlying that knowledge is paralyzing when they stop to think about it.

Those are the days where every little thing can push them over the edge, even lighthearted things, or details they'd usually shrug off. Those are the really bad days, that might turn into a bad week, because Y/N feels like they have no other choice but to tough it out. Roll with a punch, and immediately get back up, dust off, and then receive the next one. They don't know where the next one is coming from, so bracing themself for it isn't an option, and after hit after hit their mind is simply begging for a break.

Burnout is a very real risk for Y/N, and the only reason they haven't suffered from a bad one spanning months is because they realize at some point of these worsening episodes that it's not sustainable. They take a few days off, parkouring just for fun, going out, exploring new areas or even taking a little road trip just to get away from the city for a bit.

Early rivalry is more of a risk factor - but the closer Dusk and Robin get, and then when they start having Sun as a friend, too, the more they feel like at least they aren't alone.

(And then, much later, there's Eclipse - who relates in different ways, and in ways that Sun and Moon will never understand. After all, how would they understand the fear of "What if Sun and Moon hate me? What if they get tired of me?" But Eclipse does. And Y/N understands the need for fun and unique methods, and being shunned by coworkers for those. These two are very close friends as well as family, just of the platonic variant)

Y/N gets a support system, and Sun and Moon and Eclipse fix their bond to adopt them right into their family. That's the core of AU - the hope that things get better, and that there are people out there who understand. And even those who don't might learn to, because they love you, once they put in the effort. No one has to be alone, and everyone deserves a family. That's the story I'm writing, and also why I explore so many facets - family is always the happy ending <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #so this ask made me very very emotional #because at the core. I relate to Y/N. And AU is self indulgent for a reason #Of course they have bad days #of course they have times where everything sucks and they feel so so lost #but they get friends #they get those people that really understand and care and try and love them as much as Y/N loves them #and again just. hope #Hope is so important to me yall I cannot overstate that #if there's no hope usually I'm not interested #but yes that's. that's enough emotions I'm gonna get them out somewhere else #(<- about to reread his own fic <3)

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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“ if anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you. “ for jj maybank x kook!reader please? 🤭

** keep sending requests with this list!!

Kiara was working and Sarah was off shopping with Wheezie on mainland, leaving you alone with the boys. She had asked you to join them, but you’d rather spend the day on the boat and swimming - and, your closet was full enough already.

The boys all stopped talking when you got on the HMS Pogue, making you raise an eyebrow over your sunglasses.

''What were you boys talking about?''

''Nothing,'' JJ lied, covering himself and his friends. His eyes darted to the bikini top peaking from your unbuttoned cover-up shirt, keeping everything in place. He bit his lip.

Pope would be a liar if he said he didn’t look too. He was just more subtle than JJ.

''Pope and JJ were arguing which of them would kiss you first,'' John B spilled, causing the closest of the two to hit his shoulder.

''What the fuck, bro? What happened to Pogue confidentiality? You've become such a snitch since getting with Sarah,'' JJ said.

John B rolled his eyes, reaching for his beer and taking a sip. ''It’s not like any of you were planning to make a move on her. You’re both all talk no move.''

You walked over to one of the seats left and grabbed a beer from the small cooler. You might be from Figure Eight, but you knew beer was the best on hot summer days.

''Well, I'm gonna stop your little debate: I don't plan on kissing anybody today.'' You opened your beer and took a sip as John B started the boat again, navigating you away from the edge.

''Hypothetically speaking,'' JJ said, sitting before you with a bandana around his neck and aviator sunglasses - which he just took off. ''Which of me and Pope would you rather kiss?''

Your eyes flickered to Pope, catching the hope in his eyes. He was good looking, intelligent, caring and a little bit of a party pooper sometimes. Beside him was JJ, who was irresponsible, impulsive, very loyal and a little bit of a trouble-maker. Scratch that, JJ attracts trouble.

Picking between them, even if it was just for fun, you knew it would end up hurting the other one - and you hated hurting people. Especially over stupid things.

''I don’t want to hurt anybody...'' you trailed, wishing Kiara was there to save you and tell the boys to stop asking weird shit.

JJ sighed. ''Come one, Y/N, none of us will get mad if he isn’t the one.'' He reached around and clapped Pope’s shoulder. ''Right Pope?''

Pope smiled at you. ''Yeah. No hard feelings,'' he promised.

That didn’t make you feel better.

''Alright,'' you sighed. ''If anybody were to kiss me, I would want that person to be...you, JJ.''

His face broke into a smug - not to say cocky - grin. Looking at him, it’s like he had won the fucking lottery.

''We said hypothetically,'' you reminded. ''I didn’t say I would kiss you.''

John B and Pope barked out a laugh.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #Outer Banks #outer banks fic #outer banks season 2 #i feel so bad for pope #i promise i don't hate him #also...this sucks

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