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he/him, 21 south park

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Daddy - Venom x ftm!Reader

A/N: this is written for my wonderful 🎀 anon who requested it and my beloved mutual @worstwolverinesbf who got me to finish it

I hope you all like it :)

Written for this request

Dividers by @/kodaswrld

CW: possessiveness; monsterfucking; Venom uses it/its pronouns; mentioned Venom/Eddie; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader is dating both Eddie and Venom; Reader is a bit freaky in this, ngl; mild fighting between Eddie and Venom; Reader lives with Eddie; Venom has a dick; ftm trans Reader; kissing; making out; breeding kink; daddy kink; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; fingering; Venom is in love with Reader; oral sex; cunnilingus; Venom has a prehensile tongue; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; ‘I love you’s; oviposition; Venom has a big dick; errr I don’t know how to tag this, so just take that last tag seriously; brief but descriptive (?) painful sex; penetrative sex; PiV sex; egg laying; Venom purrs; belly bulge; no aftercare; mild silly ending

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Venom was territorial. You’d found that out pretty quickly once you’d started dating Eddie. Venom had been wary of you at first, snippy and somewhat aggressive, even.

You hadn’t taken it personally. Eddie was the closest person Venom had to a best friend. Even more than that, sometimes. And it wasn’t like you were Mr Perfect when it came to possessiveness either.

But eventually, you both had come to be friendly. More than friendly now. You weren’t exactly as close to Venom as you were to Eddie, but they were a pair. Dating one really meant dating both, in their case.

So Venom was territorial. And you really didn’t mind. Except… it was suddenly getting worse.

Normally it would check up on you whenever you came home, but just a few days ago it’d sniffed you. Claiming it was making sure you still smelled like Eddie.

And part of you had liked it.

The other part of the issue… also came from Venom. Or so you suspected.

For the past week, all Eddie seemed to want to do was have sex. Which you definitely weren’t complaining about. But it was getting a little ridiculous.

He at least attempted to be subtle about it though. Sneaking in a smooth move here and there. Slowly feeling you up. But it kept happening. Day after day after day.

The last time he’d gotten like this, you’d had to leave for the weekend. Some stupid trip or whatever.

This time, it’s just you and him and Venom.

A shameful part of you likes it. Likes how much Eddie wants you. You’ve always had some more… daring ideas for a relationship. You just don’t want to tie Eddie down.

Especially not after everything that happened with him. You want to be a safe place for him, not something to run away from.

So you keep your ideas to yourself. You let Venom be as territorial as he wants. And you and Eddie fuck like rabbits.

Everything’s fine. Everything’s good.

And then you have the best fucking night of your entire life.

From the moment Eddie got home, it was clear something was up. He was muttering to himself more than normal, snapping “No!” at Venom. And Venom was growling back.

You’d seen them fight before. But this? This was different.

You stay out of their way for as long as you can. It’s your turn to make dinner anyway, so you hasten about to cook up something. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s good.

You wait for a while before finally interrupting their argument. “Uh… Hey…”

Both of them snap to you. Watching you with so much intensity… it’s kinda hot. You swallow, shifting your weight from foot to foot. Trying hard to ignore the thread of warmth in your core.

“Dinner’s done.”

Still they watch you. For a moment, no one says anything. Then Eddie swallows. “What if… What if we have you for dinner?”

You blink. Shift your weight again. “What?”

“Ven wants… It wants…” Eddie stumbles over his words. “Oh, for fuck’s—“

With a wave of black goo, Venom swarms Eddie’s body. Transforming into a bulk of a creature. It makes your mouth go dry and your boxers wet.

“We want you.” Venom growls, stalking closer to you. You back away from it, into the kitchen. It follows, blocking you in against a counter.

Its tongue snakes out, making you shiver. What you wouldn’t give…

What gives you pause, though, is the thing between Venom’s legs.

You’ve seen dicks before. But nothing like this. Venom’s huge. Thicker and longer than you could possibly take. You doubt you could even fit both your hands around it, let alone one. You’ve never wanted anything inside you more.

“Like it?” Venom leers. “We’re gonna make you take it all.”

You can’t deny the gush of heat between your legs at that thought. You can picture it now. You, fucked out on a bed, stretched beyond what you can take, crying as it fucks so deep into you it breaks you.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “That’s hot.”

Venom’s tongue trails up your cheek, probing at your lips. You’ve never kissed it before, only watched Eddie do it. But you part your lips.

Its tongue invades your mouth. It curls around your tongue and feels along your teeth. Filling your mouth until all you can do is suck on it and whimper.

Part of you wants more. Wants to really take it down. Wants to suck on its tongue and let it fuck your throat until it’s in your fucking stomach.

But it retreats from your mouth all too soon, leaving you clenching hard at your own thoughts with nothing to distract you. You pant for breath, your mind a daze of heat and need.

Venom brings its face right up to yours. You think you could lick over every one of its teeth and still not be satisfied.

“We’re going to breed you.” Venom growls. “Stuff you full of our eggs. Make you into a daddy.”

Fuck. If he doesn’t fuck you right now…

“Fuck yeah,” you gasp out. “Make me a daddy, Ven.”

You’re scooped up within an instant. One moment you’re in the kitchen, the next you’re in the bedroom, Venom’s hands ripping off your clothing.

You barely have time to register cool air against your skin before its hands are on you. Sliding up your sides, caressing your stomach, up higher. For a moment, the tension in the room holds its breath as Venom follows the movements Eddie’s done so many times in the past.

It removes your binder. Carefully. It tosses it to the side and gazes down at you, a low purr in its throat. You can feel its gaze roaming over you. Hungry. Needy. Reverent.

Your boxers are soaked. Plastered to your skin, wet and sticky. Venom’s tongue snakes out, the tip trailing oh so lightly over the damp fabric. It growls, hands coming to grip your thighs. Pushing them up till it can press its face to your boxers.

For a moment, it just breathes, the puff of warm air making you squirm a little. You’re dying for its touch, but you don’t wanna break the moment. Even though everything in you is screaming to grind against its face.

Still, a whimper claws its way up your throat and escapes. It pulls Venom from its thoughts, prompting it into action. It curls its fingers under the hem of your boxers, pulling them down. Slowly revealing you to it.

It makes you squirm. Under its stare, you feel so naked. So vulnerable.

“You are magnificent,” Venom growls, voice dripping with hunger. “We would conquer a thousand worlds for you.”

That pulls a weak laugh from you. “Only a thousand?”

It merely looks at you, then opens its mouth. Its tongue snakes out. You clench hard at the thoughts whirling through your mind. God, if only it’d get to it and—

“Fuck!” You arch up, hips bucking as Venom squeezes your dick between its fingers. You’d been so distracted by its tongue and words, you hadn’t noticed its hand creeping up your thigh.

All you can do is cry out in pleasure, especially when a thick finger slips into your sopping hole. It’s so big, stretching you out with ease. Long enough to press against the spot inside you that has you scrabbling at the sheets, babbling its name.

“Ven, Ven, Ven!” You’re panting, gasping. Desperate moans spilling from your lips. Another finger nudges at your hole and you clench hard. The coil in your stomach builds.

The second finger slips in. Stretching your walls. Curling just right, and—

You cum. Hard.

Venom doesn’t pull its hand away. Not even when your breath returns and you grin lazily up at it. It just keeps its fingers stuffed inside you, unmoving.

It’s panting. Taking in huge gulps of air, chest heaving. Eyes so wide it’s almost concerning.

“Ven?”

A low growl spills from its lips. “We need you.”

Its words send a shiver of desire down your spine. But also a splinter of worry. You’re not wet enough to take it, not with its monstrous size. But the way it’s looking at you…

“I need more first,” you whisper. Then, with as much daring as you can push into your tone, “Fuck me with your tongue.”

Venom’s eyes flash. One moment it’s gazing at you in desperation, the next its face is shoved between your legs. It eases its fingers out of you, tongue twisting and curling around to slurp up every bit of slick that spills from you.

And it groans. Low and deep and hungry.

The tip of its tongue teases your entrance. Circling and probing, making you clench around nothing yet again.

“Ven,” you whine, fingers locked in the sheets as you finally buck your hips up to get more. Its hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you down with ease.

But its tongue slips inside you. Rubbing and probing, but mostly just tasting you. It’s purring, groaning, rumbling with delight as your body gushes with slick.

It’s so hot; the intense focus in its eyes. The curious but direct way it fucks you. It’s like being with Eddie for the first time again; if Eddie was a giant, sexy alien monster intent on—

All thoughts leave your head the moment Venom finds that spot inside you. Its tongue is long enough, thick enough, strong enough that it bullies that spot. Rubbing and curling and fucking. But it never leaves your hole, keeping you full even as it pulls screams from your lips.

You feel blindsided by pleasure. It’s everything, everywhere, making you writhe and squirm. Tears spring to your eyes at the intensity. You’re gone in an instant, lost to the crashing wave of pleasure.

It lasts, and lasts, and lasts. Until you’re so sensitive it hurts and you have to kick at Venom’s shoulders to get it to finally stop bullying that spot inside you.

It takes you a long moment to catch your breath, but when you do, you pet Venom’s head. Stroking and caressing. Too weak to sit up and kiss it.

You have no doubt you’re soaked. You can feel the sheets under you, sopping with slick and monster saliva.

Venom rumbles softly, climbing on top of you and looming over you. Hot breath puffing against your face. The head of its dick nudges against your hole and you shudder, still just a little too sensitive.

“Eddie says he loves you.” Venom nuzzles into the crook of your neck, large hands braced on either side of your chest.

“I love you too,” you say softly. Tugging it down to press a kiss to the corner of its mouth. “But I was promised eggs. And I am definitely not full of eggs yet.”

Venom growls, low and deep. It lines its dick up with your hole, hungry eyes never leaving yours. It makes your spine tingle; your body acutely aware that Venom’s a very dangerous predator with its focus all on you.

But you force yourself to relax. “Come on, Ven. Make me a daddy.”

The first touch is delicious, just the head teasing your hole. And then it presses in.

“FUCK!” You arch up, and it’s only Venom’s body forcing you back down that keeps you from squirming away. “Fuck, that’s—! It’s so big! It’s too big! Venom, fuck!”

You can barely think. Your brain torn between pain and pure pleasure as Venom pushes your body to its limits. Inching in bit by bit, coaxing your hole to open wider and wider.

You scrabble at its shoulders, clinging to it desperately. You’re pretty sure you’re crying, breaths coming in heaving gasps.

Venom growls. And then starts to pull out.

“NO!” You clamp your legs around its waist, struggling against its strength to keep it in. “Please, please, please! I’m okay!”

“You’re hurting,” Venom snarls.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” You didn’t know you needed it before, but now that you have an idea of what you could have? You need more. Just the thought of you with mini Venoms, of Venom trusting you— loving you— enough to give you its eggs is enough to make you dizzy with lust.

Venom growls again, and then thick goo is sliding over your hips. Encasing your pelvis in itself and easing away the pain. Leaving only sickening, blinding pleasure behind.

“More, more, more, more, moremoremoremore—“ You’re babbling and you couldn’t care less. “Make me a daddy, make me a daddy! Please, god!”

With a low snarl, Venom thrusts in. Making you scream with pleasure as it splits you open. Your eyes roll back. Your body writhes and arches under him. You cum so hard everything whites out around you.

For what feels like ages, your body is nothing but syrupy pleasure.

Dimly, you’re aware of something sliding further inside you. Nestling deep inside your body, all oozy and warm. One… Two…

You start to come back to yourself by the third one. Venom’s growling softly above you, cradling you against it. You moan softly as another egg makes its way inside you. All soft and small and delicate.

Venom nuzzles against you, its growls turning into soft rumbling purrs. It feels like hours before the last egg slides into place, your stomach lightly bulging.

Slowly, Venom pulls out of you, quickly filling you up with its fingers to keep the eggs from spilling out. The loss has your body aching, sore in ways you didn’t know were possible.

You groan softly, and find yourself utterly unable to move. Venom purrs again, before melting away, disappearing into the body of your boyfriend.

Eddie looks just as fucked out as you. He cuddles up with you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and cheeks. You smile, appreciating the gentler stretch of Eddie’s fingers compared to Venom’s.

“So,” you murmur, lazy mischief in your tone. “When were you gonna bring up the daddy thing?”

Eddie flushes, ducking his head against your shoulder. “That’s… That’s an it thing, actually.”

“Really?” You smirk, lowering your voice to a more seductive tone. “Don’t lie to daddy.”

Eddie twitches and lifts his head. “Don’t say it like that.”

You laugh. Jostling the eggs inside you.

You glance down at yourself, and Eddie does the same. “So…”

“So.”

You both are silent for a moment. Then, “Who’s gonna tell Venom that I can’t actually hatch its babies?”

Eddie just snorts.

[iyayadonna]

✑ 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝜗𝜚 𝓈𝑜𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒

I drew inspiration from the TikTok lipstick challenge, which, to be honest, left me feeling incredibly lonely. The whole experience stirred something in me, prompting me to write about it.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions. 

Sooo, I was influenced by @fraternum-momentum and their OC with Sol, which added another layer to the idea. As for whether this should be marked NSFW or SWF, I'm torn—it's really more of a playful game involving lipstick.

Also, I think I might've missed the birthday of a certain character in the game...

I wonder who that could be?

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

✑ 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒

The student council room was eerily quiet after hours, lit only by the warm glow of a desk lamp on the far end. The usual hustle and bustle of meetings, debates, and planning sessions had faded, leaving the space unusually still. 

Except for him.  

Crowe was seated at the large oak table, his posture impeccable as he reviewed a stack of neatly organized papers. His sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows. His black bottom-up shirt was loosened but still perfectly modest, and his purple vest hung from the back of his chair. He looked, as always, impossibly put-together.

And that’s exactly why you’d decided to stop by tonight, coming from a late night studying at the library, you could help to pay him a visit, after all, you have the key. He was too perfect, too composed. It was high time someone tested just how unshakeable Crowe’s gentlemanly façade was.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him briefly before clearing your throat. "Burning the midnight oil, are we?"

Crowe glanced up, his brows lifting in surprise at first, but his expression quickly softened into a familiar, warm smile. “You have a habit of sneaking up on people, you know that?”

“It’s one of my better skills,” you replied, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind you. “What are you doing here so late, anyway? Don’t tell me it’s another mountain of paperwork.”

“Would you believe me if I said it was?” he asked, motioning to the neatly stacked papers in front of him. “Someone has to make sure this place doesn’t fall apart.”

“Ever the responsible one,” you teased, crossing the room toward him. “But don’t you ever get tired of being so... predictable?”

Crowe raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly in his chair. “Predictable? That’s a new one. Care to elaborate?”

You grinned, circling the table to stand behind his chair. “You’re always so composed, so polite, so... gentlemanly. Doesn’t it get boring playing the role of the perfect man?”

“Not particularly,” he replied smoothly, though his shoulders tensed ever so slightly. “Someone has to keep things in order.”

“Mm, but what if someone didn’t?” you murmured, leaning down until your lips were close to his ear. “What if someone decided to mess with that perfect little image of yours?”

Crowe turned his head slightly, his deep blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Is that what you’re here to do?”

“Maybe,” you said innocently, stepping around to face him. Without giving him a chance to respond, you perched yourself on the edge of the table, just close enough to be in his space without overstepping.

Crowe tilted his head slightly, his deep blue eyes fixed on you with a spark of intrigue. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”  

You didn’t answer right away. 

Instead, a sly smirk played on your lips as you slid off the table in one smooth, deliberate motion, closing the small distance between you and him. Without hesitation, you eased yourself into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs.  

Crowe stiffened immediately, his posture going rigid as his hands hovered uncertainly in the air, unsure where to land. His usually composed demeanor faltered, and the faintest trace of a blush began creeping up his neck. It was subtle, but on his warm, light brown skin, it was enough for you to notice—and grin.  

“Well,” you started, looping your arms lazily around his neck, your fingers toying with the ends of his braided brown hair. “I thought I’d start by seeing how much it takes to make you blush.”  

Crowe’s breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips brushing his cheek in a featherlight kiss. “That’s one,” you murmured, your tone playful, your lips curling into a mischievous smile.  

His jaw tensed, but his eyes betrayed his amusement. “Are you keeping score?” he asked, his voice steady but tinged with a nervous edge.  

“Maybe,” you teased, planting a second kiss on his other cheek. “Two.”  

Your hand moved to the back of his neck, your fingers threading through his single braid as you tilted his head slightly to the side. The motion exposed the line of his jaw, and you didn’t hesitate, pressing soft kisses along the sharp angles, your lips tracing the warm expanse of his skin.  

“Three, four…” you counted softly, letting your lips linger just a moment longer with each touch.  

Crowe swallowed hard, the tension in his body melting just enough for his hands to find a place—tentatively settling on your waist. His grip was light as if he were still unsure if this was something he should allow himself to enjoy. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, though the corners of his mouth twitched into a faint smile. “Playing such a dangerous game.”  

“Am I?” you asked, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers still idly twirling single braid. Your voice took on a mockingly innocent tone. “Or are you just afraid I might win?”  

He looked up at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he smiled faintly. "I suppose that depends on what you’re trying to win."

You smirked, reaching into your bag and pulling out a tube of lipstick. Crowe’s brow furrowed in confusion as you uncapped it, applying the deep crimson shade with practiced ease. 

"And what’s this for?" he asked, his voice carrying the slightest hint of wariness.

You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin, lips hovering near his cheek. “Call it an experiment,” you murmured, your voice soft and teasing. Without waiting for a reply, you pressed a deliberate kiss just below his cheekbone.

The faint scent of your perfume lingered in the air as you pulled back, a perfect lipstick mark standing out against his warm, light brown skin. You tilted your head slightly, inspecting your handwork with a mischievous smile. “Not bad,” you said lightly, as if critiquing a painting.

Crowe blinked, visibly stunned, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours. He didn’t move, his breath caught as if trying to process what just happened.

But you weren’t finished.

Tilting his chin slightly with a gentle finger, you leaned in again, this time brushing your lips along the edge of his jawline. His skin was warm beneath your touch, the tension in his shoulders betraying his carefully composed demeanor. Another kiss followed, slower this time, leaving a bold imprint just below his jaw.

Crowe’s lips parted, his breathing uneven now, though he still didn’t stop you.

“Hmm,” you mused, leaning back slightly, only to trail your gaze down to the column of his neck. “This feels incomplete.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat when your lips found the curve of his neck. A soft gasp escaped him as you pressed another kiss there, then another, just above his collarbone. His hand twitched as though he might reach for you, but he held back, his restraint only making the moment more electric.

When you finally leaned back, Crowe’s usual polished, gentlemanly demeanor was in tatters. His skin was a masterpiece of faint crimson marks—his cheeks, jawline, and neck all kissed and claimed. He reached up hesitantly, brushing his fingers over one of the marks on his jaw, his touch lingering there as if he were trying to memorize the feeling of your lips.

“You—” he started, his voice rough, but you cut him off with a soft laugh.

“Speechless?” you teased, recapping your lipstick and slipping it back into your bag with an air of nonchalance. “I must’ve done something right.”

Crowe’s jaw worked, his lips pressing together as he struggled to find his composure. His usual confidence had been thoroughly dismantled, leaving him looking uncharacteristically vulnerable yet… yearning. The once-pristine picture of composure—the meticulous student apart of the council—now looked delightfully disheveled, his face, jawline, and even his neck adorned with vivid, unmistakable stains.

“There,” you said, stepping back and tilting your head as if you were admiring a masterpiece. “Not so perfect now, are you?”  

“You’ve officially ruined my ‘gentlemanly’ image,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. His fingers hesitantly brushed over the fresh stain near his jawline, his expression equal parts baffled and amused. “I can’t believe you just did that.”  

“Oh, believe it,” you teased, crossing your arms and giving him a satisfied grin. “Honestly, I think it suits you. Adds a little color. You’re welcome.”  

Crowe let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. How am I supposed to explain this?”  

“Explain it?” you said, feigning shock. “You mean you’re not just going to own it? What happened to that legendary confidence of yours?”  

He opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off by leaning in again, adding a quick kiss to his forehead. “Now you’ve got the full set,” you said with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Face, neck, and...” You trailed off meaningfully, letting the pause hang in the air.  

Crowe raised an eyebrow, his composure slipping as he caught the implication. “You wouldn’t—”  

You didn’t let him finish. Before he could say another word, you planted a deliberate kiss at the corner of his mouth, then slowly worked your way to the center, leaving faint marks in your wake.  

When you pulled back, your face was the picture of triumph. “Now you’re officially branded. Guess that gentleman thing has its limits, huh?”  

Crowe’s deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, though the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”  

“Absolutely,” you replied without hesitation. “And admit it—you are too.”  

He exhaled, his hands resting lightly on your waist as if he wasn’t sure whether to steady you or himself. “You like testing me,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, tinged with both amusement and something deeper.  

“And you like failing,” you shot back, leaning in so your faces were barely an inch apart. “Don’t worry, though—I think you wear it well. Lipstick suits you.”  

Crowe’s lips quirked into a smirk, his usually poised demeanor finally cracking under your relentless teasing. “You’re not making this easy,” he murmured, his voice low but laced with a playful challenge.  

“And why should I?” you quipped, settling more comfortably on his lap and letting your arms drape lazily around his neck. You leaned back just enough to take in your handiwork. The soft smudges of lipstick painted a trail of your victory across his cheeks, jaw, and now his neck. A particularly bold kiss near his collarbone had left a bright red mark against his brown skin.  

Crowe raised an eyebrow at you, his deep blue eyes flickering between exasperation and amusement. “I look like I lost a fight with a makeup counter.”  

“Correction: you lost to me,” you replied with a smug grin, leaning in to brush your lips against his ear. Your voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “And you didn’t exactly stop me.”  

Crowe huffed out a quiet laugh, the sound warm and rich despite the predicament. “Oh, I’m fully aware,” he said, his tone dry but edged with amusement. “Do you make a habit of ambushing people with lipstick, or am I just special?”  

“You’re special,” you teased, drawing the word out in a sing-song tone as your eyes narrowed, fingers slowly unbutton his shirt. “But don’t get too excited—I just thought someone as put-together as you needed a little... color.”  Your eyes looks up at him with a playful charm.

His breath hitched, and for the briefest moment, his usual restraint faltered. His hands slid up to your waist, his fingers curling slightly as if to anchor himself. “And here I thought you were here to apologize for interrupting my work,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, his eyes darker as they locked onto yours.  

“Apologize?” you repeated, feigning innocence. “For what? For making you look even more pretty? For proving you’re not as unshakeable as you pretend to be?”  

Crowe chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. “Again, impossible,” he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.  

“Impossible?” you echoed, shifting slightly in his lap, your fingers lightly tracing upper chest. You leaned in closer, your nose just brushing against his, and your voice dropped to a low, teasing whisper. “That’s funny, coming from someone who’s supposed to be a gentleman. Aren’t you supposed to be, I don’t know... stopping me? Resisting temptation?”  

Crowe’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second, but he recovered quickly, though not quickly enough to mask the flicker of uncertainty that crossed his face. His gaze dropped, lingering on your lips for a heartbeat too long before meeting your eyes again. His hand tightened ever so slightly on your waist, his grip firm but still careful, as though he were holding himself back.  

“And why,” he murmured, his voice lower now, the usual steadiness giving way to something rougher, more deliberate, “would I want to stop you?”  

Your smirk widened, victory already bubbling in your chest. “That’s a good question,” you mused, leaning in until your lips brushed his, the contact feather-light and achingly slow.

His breath caught, and you could feel the tension in his frame, the way he held himself still, like he was caught between giving in and holding on.  

“Good answer,” He whispered against your lips before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually so composed and guarded, were darker now, his composure visibly slipping.

You caught the faint flush rising along his neck, creeping just beneath his jawline, and you couldn’t help but grin.  

Crowe exhaled sharply, breaking the silence as he leaned his head back against the chair, a wry, unsteady chuckle slipping past his lips. “You’re trouble,” he said, though his voice betrayed him—uneven and laced with something softer.  

“And yet,” you replied, hopping off his lap with a triumphant flourish, smoothing the hem of your clothing as if nothing had happened, “you haven’t asked me to leave.”  

Crowe tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as that familiar glint of mischief returned to his expression. He looked at you now with the kind of calm that was just daring you to keep pushing. “Maybe,” he said slowly, his voice steadying again, “I like a little trouble.”  

You laughed softly, stepping back to admire your handiwork. His shirt was slightly wrinkled from where your hands had rested, and his face was a mess of lipstick smudges—on his cheeks, along his jaw, and the faintest stain at the corner of his lips.  

“Good,” you said with a mischievous grin, nodding toward the streak of lipstick on his neck. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Crowe’s eyebrow arched, his lips curling into a small, amused smile as he leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady and teasing. “Then I’ll be sure to prepare myself,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

“Oh, you’d better be,” you shot back, taking a step back from his lap with deliberate slowness, your eyes lingering on him for just a moment longer. “Because next time, I might not be so... gentle.”

Turning on your heel, you strode to the door, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the quiet room. Just before you left, you glanced over your shoulder, your grin still firmly in place. “Try not to miss me too much.”

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving Crowe alone in the dim light of the student council room. He let out a quiet breath, his fingers absentmindedly brushing the mark you’d left on his neck. 

A faint chuckle escaped him as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the closed door with a small shake of his head. “You really are something else,” he muttered to himself, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. 

Trouble, yes—but perhaps the kind of trouble he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

✑ 𝓈𝑜𝓁

The living room was a cozy chaos, with warm fairy lights casting a golden glow over the dark walls and mismatched furniture. The lights draped lazily over the curtain rods, twinkling faintly as if encouraging the quiet mischief brewing within. The couch—its cushions sagging in all the right ways—sat at the center of it all, surrounded by a battlefield of cosmetics.  

The coffee table groaned under the weight of lipstick tubes in every shade imaginable, from muted nudes to shocking neons. Tissue papers lay crumpled beside an array of smudged hand mirrors, and the faint scent of vanilla and wax lingered in the air. The room was comfortably warm, the heater humming faintly in the corner, adding to the intimate atmosphere.  

You perched on the couch's edge, your legs tucked beneath you, wearing an oversized hoodie that dwarfed your frame but left your enthusiasm unrestrained. A wicked grin played on your lips as you reached for the next weapon in your arsenal—a vibrant crimson lipstick labeled Scarlet Desire.

Sol sat beside you, a reluctant participant in your glamorous experiment. His dark, disheveled hair framed his pale face, strands occasionally falling into his reddish-orange eyes that seemed to glow like dying embers in the dim light. He slouched dramatically, his arms crossed as if that might shield him from the barrage of attention you had planned.  

"All right, Sol," you announced with mock seriousness, brandishing the tube like a wand. "You’ve been chosen as tonight’s test dummy. Congratulations on your moment of fame."  

Sol let out a groan that was half dramatic and half genuine, tipping his head back against the couch and staring at the ceiling as if it might offer an escape. "Why do I feel like I’m about to star in a weird beauty guru horror story?"  

"Because you are," you replied with a smirk, twisting the lipstick open to reveal its bold crimson shade. The color gleamed under the fairy lights, a promise of chaos to come. "Now, sit still and quit whining. Let’s see if ‘Scarlet Desire’ lives up to its name."  

Before he could muster another complaint, you leaned in, one hand gently cupping his jaw to steady him. His breath hitched, his body freezing under the unexpected closeness. The faint scent of your perfume—something floral and sweet—floated between you, making his pulse quicken.  

You applied the lipstick to your lips with precision, pausing briefly to inspect the smoothness in the hand mirror. Satisfied, you leaned closer again, your face just inches from his.  

"Ready?" you teased, your voice dipping into a conspiratorial whisper, your grin turning impish.  

Sol’s eyes widened slightly, their reddish hue glinting with a mix of trepidation and something else he couldn’t quite place. "Do I have a choice?" he muttered, his voice quieter than usual.  

"Not at all," you replied cheerfully, brushing aside his weak protests.  

Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his cheek, the cool touch of lipstick contrasting with the warmth of his skin. The kiss was quick but deliberate, leaving behind a perfectly shaped crimson stain against his pale complexion.  

Sol blinked, his mouth parting slightly as he tried to process what had just happened. His usual indifferent mask cracked the faintest hint of pink creeping up his ears. The lipstick stain on his cheek seemed to burn hotter than the room’s heater, a brand he couldn’t ignore.  

You leaned back, tilting the hand mirror to inspect your handiwork. "Still intact," you mused, tapping your lips thoughtfully. "That’s a point for ‘Scarlet Desire.’"  

Sol finally found his voice, though it came out uneven. “Is… is this going to take all night?”  

“Probably,” you replied, lips curling into a mischievous smile as you reached for another tube. You held it up to the light, inspecting the label. “‘Forbidden Plum.’ Sounds dramatic enough, don’t you think?”  

The deep purple shade gleamed as you twisted the tube, the realization dawning on Sol that this was far from over. He groaned again, though the faint flush creeping up his neck betrayed the fact that he wasn’t entirely upset about the situation.  

“Relax,” you teased, leaning in close, your warm breath brushing his ear. “I’ll be gentle.”  

Before he could respond, your lips pressed softly to his jawline, leaving a perfect, dark imprint just below the curve of his cheekbone. You lingered for a moment, letting the heat of the kiss sink in before pulling back to inspect the mark.  

“Not bad,” you murmured, tilting your head and running your thumb over the stain as if appraising your work. “But I think this color needs a little more flair.”  

Without waiting for his approval, you leaned in again, this time brushing your lips against his neck. The touch was softer, teasing, and you felt the slight hitch in his breathing as your lipstick left another vivid mark just above his collarbone.  

Sol swallowed hard, his face now a canvas of warmth and embarrassment. This wasn’t just a lipstick test anymore—it was a battle to maintain his composure against your relentless, flirtatious charm.  

“Hm,” you mused again, holding up the mirror to check your lips, then twisting open another tube. “Alright, next contender: ‘Midnight Rose.’ Let’s see if it’s as dramatic as it sounds.”  

His reddish orange eyes tracked your every move, flickering between the lipstick in your hand and the playful glint in your eyes. As you leaned in to kiss his other cheek, the cool press of your lips sent a jolt down his spine, and his fingers curled tightly around the edge of the couch cushion.  

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered, voice low and unsteady.  

“You say that like you’re not,” you shot back, your tone as playful as the smile that followed.  

This time, you kissed along his jawline again, dragging your lips lightly over his skin before pulling back with a smirk. The fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room, adding to the intimacy of the moment as your laughter filled the space.  

By the fourth or seventh kiss, Sol was no longer slouched but sitting ramrod straight, his breath uneven, and his lips parted in a dazed expression. The air between you felt charged, and every teasing glance you shot his way only added to his visible fluster.  

“Now how… how many more of these are there?” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.  

You tilted your head, pretending to count the remaining tubes. “Oh, only about five or six. Maybe seven. You’re handling this so well, Sol, I might just have to make you my permanent lipstick tester.”  

He groaned, a hand flying to his forehead in mock defeat, but his reddish-orange eyes lingered on you longer than they should have.  

“You must be getting bored with this experiment by now,” he mumbled, though his tone lacked conviction.  

“Bored? Not a chance,” you quipped, leaning in one more time, this time planting a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Though I think you might be getting dazed from all the attention.”  

Sol’s breath caught, and his cheeks flamed brighter than before. He could only sit there, speechless and utterly smitten, as you reached for yet another lipstick tube.  

“This one’s called ‘Velvet Sin,’” you announced, holding it up with a playful wink. “Let’s see if it’s worth the hype.”  

For a moment, he thought about protesting, but then he realized—what was the point?

He was already lost in the haze of your laughter, your teasing touches, and the warm, lingering impressions of your kisses. The pink, purple, and red smudges peppered across Sol's pale skin. He sat stiffly, his black and green streaks bangs veiling his burning cheeks as he avoided your amused gaze.  

You held up the mirror again, turning your head to inspect your lips carefully. "Still nothing, maybe I should just stick to clear gloss,” you said, a triumphant edge in your tone. "It’s like these lipsticks were forged in a lab to smudge. Great…."  

Then you turned the mirror toward Sol, revealing his reflection. His reddish-orange eyes widened as he stared, dumbfounded, at the chaotic array of lipstick marks scattered across his face—his jaw, cheeks, and even a faint smear near his collarbone from when you leaned in a little too close earlier.  

You burst out laughing, breaking the silence. "You look like a really sad art project," you teased, clutching the mirror with one hand and your stomach with the other as you doubled over in laughter.  

He huffed, clearly trying to mask his growing embarrassment, but the corner of his lips twitched upward in a sheepish smile. "You’re enjoying this way too much."  

Sol, typically composed in his aloofness, looked anything but indifferent as you leaned in, armed with yet another lipstick in your collection. His usual mask of stoicism had cracked, replaced by a look of pure, unguarded vulnerability.

“And you’re taking it way too seriously,” you teased, your voice low and dripping with mischief.

Before Sol could respond, you closed the gap between you, planting a kiss squarely on the tip of his nose. The kiss was playful, a soft smooch that left behind a faint, heart-shaped lipstick mark. The vibrant maroon stood out against his pale skin, and you pulled back, your lips curving into a satisfied smirk.

"Perfect," you murmured, tilting your head to inspect the tiny flourish you’d left behind.

Sol sat there, motionless, his lips slightly parted as if he’d forgotten how to form words. His reddish orange eyes were wide, darting to your lips and then back to your eyes. He looked completely out of his depth, his usual brooding demeanor utterly replaced by something unsteady and raw.

You didn’t stop.

You leaned in again, closer this time, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Sol’s breath hitched audibly as your lips ghosted over his cheek.

“Let’s try something more daring,” you whispered, the heat of your breath brushing against his skin before you pressed a deliberate kiss just beside the corner of his mouth.

His entire body stiffened, his hand gripping the edge of the couch like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. The lipstick left a bold mark just shy of his lips, teasingly close. You pulled back ever so slightly, your gaze lingering on the way his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.

“Hmm, maybe I should try it here next,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers gently brushing his chin to tilt his face toward you.

Sol’s eyes widened, his lips trembling slightly as you leaned in further. This time, you kissed him squarely on the mouth, a soft, deliberate press of your lips against his. The kiss was slow, your lips brushing his with just enough pressure to leave a faint imprint of the maroon shade.

When you pulled away, his lips glistened faintly, the color smudged ever so slightly. His cheeks were burning red now, the flush spreading up to the tips of his ears. Sol’s expression was a mix of stunned disbelief and something else—something heavier, like a quiet yearning he couldn’t contain.

"Oops," you said with a playful grin, holding up the mirror to show him the faint but unmistakable lipstick mark lingering on his lips. "Looks like you’re officially part of the experiment now."

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. His gaze dropped to your lips again, lingering there a moment too long before darting back to your eyes. "You... you’re really not holding back," he mumbled, his voice cracking slightly.

"Should I?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached for another lipstick. "I think you’re holding up pretty well, Sol. You’re a surprisingly good test dummy."

Sol didn’t respond. He just stared, his lips still tingling from the kiss, his mind racing in directions he wasn’t ready to admit. His hand twitched as if he wanted to reach out but didn’t dare. You reached for the next tube—deep plum, almost black, its sleek metallic casing glinting under the dim fairy lights.  

"All right, final test," you declared, twisting the lipstick open with a satisfying click. The color was rich and bold, a shade that dared anyone to look away. You leaned in, closer than before, your breath brushing against Sol’s cheek.  

He stiffened, his head tilting slightly as though torn between leaning away and leaning in. "You’re relentless, you know that?" he muttered, his voice low and strained.  

"Let’s see how kiss-proof this one really is," you whispered, your lips curling into a playful grin.  

Before he could protest, you kissed him, deliberately slower this time. The plush warmth of your lips pressed deeper against his lips, lingering longer than any of the others. Sol’s breath hitched audibly, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as his tension melted into something softer.

When you pulled back, you admired your work: a perfect, bold imprint on his pale red lips, perfect and center.  

You shifted slightly, cupping his chin with your hand to turn his face toward you. His eyes were half-lidded, his dark lashes casting shadows against his flushed cheeks. He looked wrecked in the most endearing way.  

"Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already," you teased, your thumb brushing the edge of his jaw.  

Sol didn’t answer. He seemed dazed, his lips slightly parted as though the words had escaped him entirely. Undeterred, you leaned in again, pressing a kiss to his temple this time, your lips lingering against the curve of his hairline.  

"Still intact," you murmured, half to yourself as you pulled back and inspected your own lips in the mirror.  

Sol blinked, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite manage it. The next kiss landed on the bridge of his nose, soft and playful, and the one after that trailed down to the corner of his mouth.  

"Okay, this one’s holding up really well," you remarked, leaning back to evaluate the results. You laughed softly at the kaleidoscope of lipstick stains that now adorned his face—a collection of reds, pinks, and purples, each mark a testament to your experiment.  

"Sol?" you prompted, tilting your head as you noticed his unusually quiet demeanor.  

He blinked again, his gaze focused on you but far away.  

"Hello? Earth to Sol—" You waved a hand in front of his face, but before you could finish the thought, his hand shot up, gently catching yours mid-wave.  

You froze, startled by the suddenness of the movement and the look in his eyes—smoldering and uncharacteristically intense.  

"Huh…" you trailed off as he guided your hand down, his fingers curling over yours in a firm but careful grip.  

"Enough," Sol murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.  

Before you could process the shift, he moved. In one smooth, almost predatory motion, he pressed you back into the couch, his weight pinning you against the cushions. Your back hit the fabric with a soft thud, and his hands found your wrists, holding them gently but securely above your head.  

"Sol—"  

"You're so mean," he said softly, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark hair fell messily into his eyes, and his gaze burned with something raw, something that made your chest tighten.  

You stared up at him, your breath coming in short, uneven bursts as he leaned closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The space between you felt impossibly small, the room charged with a quiet intensity that neither of you dared to break.  

"All those kisses," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your cheek as his lips curved into a teasing smirk. "And you still act like you’re in control."  

Your heart raced, the world outside the living room forgotten entirely. "Sol, I—"  

But his expression softened, his grip on your wrists loosening slightly. "I think," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "it’s my turn to test your limits, pumpkin."  

Oh no, not again.

✑ 𝑔𝑒𝑜 [ 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝑒𝒹 ]

It’s one of those crisp afternoons, the air just cool enough to send a slight shiver down your spine as you sit on a bench by the archery range. The college campus is quiet, with students scattered here and there, but your attention is entirely on him—Geo. 

The archery field is his domain. He doesn’t know it yet, but you’ve got a plan that will catch him off guard.

Geo stands tall at the center of the field, adjusting his posture with precision, his focus entirely on the target in front of him. The sun casts a soft, golden light across his pale skin, making his aquamarine eyes seem even sharper. He’s dressed in usual uniform.

Which make him look even more intimidating as he stands tall and composed. His hair, dark bluish-purple, is tied back neatly in a low ponytail, the bowl cut framing his face in a way that makes his expression appear even more brooding.

Despite his best efforts to look aloof, there’s something about him that calls for attention. His movements are deliberate, almost as if he knows he’s being watched. You lean back slightly, pretending to be absorbed in the scene but really just observing him, thinking about the plan you’ve hatched.

Geo pulls his bowstring back with precision, his aquamarine eyes narrowing as he takes aim. Everything about him is calculated, a display of discipline honed through years of practice. You bite your lip in anticipation, then grab the lipstick from your bag, uncapping it with a soft click.

The color is a deep red, the kind that will stand out against his pale skin. You’ve decided: it’s time to throw him off just a little.

You stand up quietly, making your way to where Geo is, and as you approach, your heart beats a little faster. The air around you feels charged with the quiet energy he exudes. Geo is too focused on the target, his fingers inching toward the release. You take a deep breath, then step forward just as he releases the arrow.

Before he can even blink, you lean forward and plant a bold, quick kiss to his cheek, the lipstick leaving a bright red mark against his pale skin. The sound of the arrow shooting through the air fills the silence as you pull back, watching the surprise flash across his face.

Geo’s eyes widen for the briefest moment. He freezes for a split second, just enough for you to see his cheeks flush under his usual stoic exterior, the pale hue quickly warming to something deeper. The arrow he released flies off course, landing just beside the target rather than hitting the bullseye as it usually does.

He’s caught off guard.

You step back slightly, a mischievous grin on your face. “You missed it,” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

Geo’s gaze shifts to you, his expression darkening. His lips part, and for a moment, it’s like the weight of the world shifts. "What the hell?" His voice is low, his tone not entirely angry, but certainly perplexed.

For someone who’s always so controlled, so composed, you’ve definitely managed to make him lose that edge. He quickly recovers, wiping his cheek with his sleeve, and for a second, you wonder if you pushed him too far. But then you see the slightest tug of a smirk on his lips.

“Don’t do that,” he warns, but there’s no heat in his words—just that familiar sharpness that seems to be his natural state. It’s clear he’s still processing, but you can tell this little moment has left its mark on him.

You smile back, not backing down. "I thought I’d get your attention. Looks like I did."

Geo shakes his head, his smirk growing as he nocks another arrow. "You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into," he mutters under his breath, but you can hear the playful challenge behind it.

Despite his usual brooding demeanor, you can’t help but notice the slight curve of his lips as he prepares to take another shot. It seems that, for once, he’s not quite as untouchable as he wants everyone to think.

You can feel the tension in the air as Geo reaches for another arrow, but you’re already plotting your next move. The excitement bubbling inside you is hard to contain—this is more fun than you thought it would be.

Geo draws his bow back again, taking aim with the kind of precision only someone like him could master. But before he can release it, you lean forward just enough to interrupt his concentration, tapping his shoulder lightly with a teasing smile. 

“What now?” he asks, his voice as gruff as always, though you can detect a hint of amusement hiding in his eyes. “You miss again?”

You shrug innocently. "Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see if I could make you blush again." You let the words hang in the air, watching as his expression shifts. His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes, and for a moment, you're convinced he’s actually considering the idea of doing something more than just shooting arrows.

Geo takes a deep breath, clearly trying to regain his focus by ignoring you, but before he can, you lean in—this time, a little bolder. You press another quick kiss to his neck line, leaving a fresh red mark on his pale skin. And just like last time, he freezes—eyes wide, jaw slightly ajar.

The arrow that should’ve been heading for the bullseye instead veers wildly off course, missing the target completely and burying itself in the grass.

You burst out laughing. "Not so precise anymore, huh?"

Geo whips his head toward you, eyes narrowed in something between surprise and irritation. “Are you trying to sabotage me?” he growls, though you can see the amusement hiding behind his scowl.

You’re still laughing, clearly enjoying yourself far too much, and that’s when Geo decides to do something about it.

With a swift motion, he reaches out and grabs your wrist before you can step back, his fingers tightening around it just enough to stop you from making any more cheeky moves. You stare at him, caught off guard for a moment—he’s not known for being touchy, but here he is, holding you in place.

"Alright, enough of this," he says, his voice suddenly less gruff and more playful, though his eyes still carry that glint of challenge. "If you think you can distract me with kisses, you’re mistaken."

You grin up at him, unfazed by his grip on your wrist. "Oh? Then you should’ve seen what happened when you missed your shot," you tease. “I think the whole campus heard your arrow crash into the grass.”

Geo rolls his eyes, but the faintest smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Don’t think this is over,” he warns, his grip on your wrist tightening a little more, though it’s more playful than threatening. "You’re gonna regret this, trust me."

“You sure about that?” you quip back, your voice filled with playful defiance.

Geo raises an eyebrow at your defiant tone, clearly weighing his options. For a second, you swear there’s a flicker of something almost... fond? It vanishes just as quickly, replaced by his usual broody persona. “I could have you running laps around this field by the end of the day,” he threatens, though his eyes are twinkling with the unmistakable sign of a challenge.

“Make me,” you shoot back, tugging your wrist free from his grasp just enough to push your luck a little further. 

Geo chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

“Yeah, all for you~” you tease, throwing him a wink.

Geo doesn’t acknowledge the comment, but the corner of his mouth lifts just a little higher this time. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Despite the gruff exterior, you’ve managed to ruffle his feathers just enough to see a side of him that’s not all business. 

And honestly? 

You kind of like it.

As you step away, pretending to give him space, you can feel his eyes on you. You’re not sure if he’s still trying to figure out what the hell just happened or if he’s plotting his revenge. 

Either way, you’re all in for whatever comes next.

Geo steadies himself, the bow string pulled taut as he lines up another shot. But the second you lean in, it’s like the world goes into slow motion. You can see his shoulders tense, his jaw clenching slightly as you get closer. He knows exactly what you're doing. His grip tightens on the bow, and for a split second, you think he might just let the arrow fly—into the target this time.

But before he can fully focus, you press a soft, teasing kiss to his bottom jaw again, the lipstick leaving a fresh red print. 

Geo’s eyes snap wide open in surprise, his finger twitching against the bowstring. “You—” He cuts himself off, trying to maintain his composure, but the blush on his cheeks betrays him, his pale skin turning a shade darker. The arrow in his hand nearly slips from his grasp as he blinks in confusion. 

You pull back just enough to see his expression, a mix of shock and that brooding intensity you’re so used to. His lips twitch, a barely-there smirk playing at the corners, more like disbelief?

However there’s something else in his eyes now—something... tempting.

"Alright," he growls lowly, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice now, "You want to play that game, huh?"

Before you can even react, he’s closing the space between you, his hands gripping your wrists with surprising tenderness, pulling you in with a quick, deliberate motion. His lips find yours in a kiss that’s more intense than anything you expected. The rush of warmth from his lips against yours sends a little shock of electricity through you, and your breath catches.

Geo’s kiss isn’t soft or tentative. No, it’s like he’s trying to make a statement—daring you to say something, to break the moment. You feel the pressure of his lips, firm and demanding, and you can tell he’s not just kissing you for fun anymore. There’s something deeper in it now. The playfulness has shifted into something a little more heated.

You’re breathless when he pulls away just enough to speak, his voice husky, “There’s your kiss.”

You blink up at him—his lips now stained reddish color from the lipstick, looking down at you with irritating expression—dazed from the sudden shift in his demeanor. “I didn’t think you’d actually kiss me back, especially on the lips” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips despite the heat crawling up your neck.

Geo doesn’t smile—he just stares at you, eyes dark with the challenge of it all. His hands still rest lightly on your wrists, but now they feel heavier, almost like he’s holding you in place. “You should’ve known better.”

Before you can reply, he gently lets go of your wrists, his gaze lingering just a little longer than you’d like. The air between you two is thick now—charged with the energy of the moment, and there’s a sense that things are about to get even more complicated. You’ve managed to crack his icy exterior, but you’re not entirely sure what that means for either of you.

Geo turns back to the target without another word, grabbing another arrow. His focus is entirely back on the bullseye, but there’s an undeniable smirk on his lips now. And the way his fingers curl around the bow, steady and sure, tells you that this game is far from over. 

“You missed plenty of shots earlier,” you say playfully, “Think you’ll actually hit the target this time?”

Geo shoots you a look over his shoulder, a glint in his aquamarine eyes. "Watch me," he mutters, before losing the arrow. 

It’s a perfect shot—dead center. He doesn’t even flinch as the arrow hits the target. Quick and easy.

“Well, damn,” you say, impressed. “I guess I’ll just have to distract you more often.”

Geo doesn't respond at first, but a tiny smirk that pulls at his lips says it all. "Keep trying me, and you’ll see," he murmurs a warning, almost to himself before brushing the lipstick stain across his lips.

And just like that, you realize—he enjoys this more than he lets on.

[kzhnyas]

Can I request a NSFW story of Mr Lee (Arknights) in lingerie with a male reader?

Lee X Male reader

Anon we share the same brain i need to see this man in sexy lingerie too

[ lingerie , frotting , ooooo teasing lee wink wink , handjobs ]

Nsfw under the cut

Your hands ran up the man's chest, covered under a thick shirt. Lee cleared his throat, attempting to look away to hide any shame he had on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, the usual mischevious smirk he had, gone and replaced with a nervous smile.

He sat snugly on your lap, legs apart to the sides of your waist and tail rested inbetween your legs. His body leaned forward to your touch, unable to resist the teasing fingers that'd drag down to his lower half. Lee's glasses were lopsidded on his face, nearly falling off with every small movement he made on you.

"Mmm.." Creeping your hands over his body, Lee swallowed, hard. His shaky breath was a giveaway to how his arousal was rising, if you didn't already notice the growing bulge in his pants. Two fingers pressed down into his skin through the shirt.

Today, he didn't wear the usual shirt he wore. No, you specifically gave him one that was quite old and been in the wash too many times. Because of this, the fabric faded and if someone were to get too close, and look at him...

Ah, they'd see the black lace that was hidden beneath such a heavy long coat.

You wondered how he sat down, working with such a provocative outfit underneath. Was he able to talk normally? Or perhaps, he couldn't look anyone in the eye, knowing what he was wearing.

All day, you've been waiting for him to come home so you could finally ravish him. Thinking about what he was wearing made you barely able to focus on your work, mind gravitating to the skimpy laced clothing your lover had.

Trailing a finger down his collarbone, it hooked around a button and popped it off. Humming to yourself, you saw the sheer black fabric peak out from below.

There was a wistful face on Lee, his long hair resting on his shoulders. The shirt slipped off, landing on the tips of his elbows, showing off the lace that had been hidden away all this time.

Completely unbuttoning the shirt, you tossed it to the side, focusing your attention back to your lover.

The lingerie was beautiful on him. It hugged all the right spots, you did have this custom tailored to fit his body after all. It cupped around his chest, elastic strings that held it in place stretched down, around his waist comfortably. Lace decorated the strings, ribbons in the center to draw in your eyes only.

If he were to move, it'd tighten around him, easily reminding him what he was wearing.

Arousal shot down to your sex, Lee feeling you harden under him. He gulped, claws digging into the mattress when your hands would climb up his body, under the tight straps that held everything together. "You've been wearing this all day, huh?" Pulling on the strap, Lee jolted up when it snapped back sharply against his skin.

With a teasing, lingering finger, it dragged down to the thighs thats rested to your side. Circling his pants, Lee couldn't help but hitch his breath, trying to mask any little noises he makes.

Of course, you completed his outfit with laced stockings. While you couldn't see it through the pants, you knew it wrapped around his legs perfectly.

He couldn't believe the position he was in... Set on top of you, complying to everything you say.

"Oh come now." With your free hand, you flicked the clasp off of his belt and pulled it off. "You're so shy, and for what?" The sudden change in your grip made him gasp, squeezing around his thighs.

His pants slipped off with ease, rising his hips so you could take it off for him. Biting your lip, you grinned at the sight set out in front of you. Lee noticed you staring, nudging you with his large tail out of embarrassment.

The dark colored stockings fit perfectly against his legs, leaving his thighs nice and plump. Small bows made of ribbon were placed near the hem of the stockings, leaving a cute touch.

"Wearing this all day shouldn't have been such a hard thing for you, right?" Your tone, it made his tail shift and his eyes widen.

Except, it was hard. He could barely move around, simply standing still with his hands clasped behind his back, or sitting down, hoping he wouldn't have to sit back up. If he were to adjust his posture, he would immediately clam up from the tight fabric around his skin.

The people that noticed his unusual demeanor simply thought it was because of you, his boyfriend. Perhaps it was you twos anniversary and he was contemplating what to get, is what they thought of. Well, at least they weren't wrong that it was you.

"That face your making..." Lee looked down to see your smug expression, eyes covered in lust from just thinking about what happened and smirk rising on your lips. "So it was bad, hm? I'm sorry, my love, I didn't mean to distract you from work."

Ah, his boyfriend was so cruel...

Pushing up against him, the muffled contained moan you heard was nearly hypnotic to you, only wanting more after the first. Your erections were directly on top eachother, any small movements or motions would cause them to rub up against together.

Lee jolted, his breath wavering everytime you pushed up into him, lucky that the thinly laid fabric around his waist stopped him from too much pleasure. That is, until you started lightly running your hands down his chest, fingers softly pressed down into his erection.

He shut his eyes, tight, melting into your touch as you teased and rubbed him through the fitted lingerie he wore, snickering at the state he was in.

"Ahhn.. ♡.." Leaning into your hand, he rutted his hips into it, tail shifting and swaying to the side. It already felt like too much for him, the lingerie he wore along with the embarrassment he felt heightening his sensitivity.

Moving the lace to the side, you licked your lips and lowly laughed. "I hope you're not doing too much tomorrow," A hand clasped around his hard sex, your thumb massaging the head. Another went down his waist, lifting him up so that he could lean further down into your own bulge. "It's gonna be a really long night."

"Well, thankfully I cancelled everything just for y—" Before he could finish his remark with the casual smirk he had, he felt you tighten your grip around him, his head falling to your shoulder and knees buckling around your side.

"What was that?" Slick started running down your wrist, a pool collecting onto your stomach.

"I didn't quite—" You pushed up once more into him while stroking him at a steady pace.

"Gh—!"

"-catch that, love."

If he could see himself right now, surely he'd want to hide away. The way Lee's got his head buried into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, the dark lingerie starting to fall off his shoulders and his thighs trembling at every touch. Sweat dripped from his forehead, leaving him to have a beautiful glow on his skin.

His breath hitched, back arching and nails clawing at the silk sheets under him. Mind growing hazy, it was filled dirty thoughts, the pleasure almost unbearable and building up.

The knot in deep in his body grew, his cock twitching in your hand, your small laughs and amused hums not helping whatsoever.

All Lee could do was grind up into your grasp and moan out in delight, mixing in your name just to feel you harden under him.

[kahidlaws]

DP Eater stands for 'Dat Pussy Eater'--

In which the merchant specialists are hot no i will not elaborate

reader pronouns not specified but has a vagina

reader is doctor

tw: sexual content! minors dni! (pussy eating, fingering, clit slapping, inappropriate use of fans, smoking kink), swearing, possible ooc of mr lee as his operator profile isn’t translated yet

• It wasn’t like Jaye to be nervous. After all, it was only you, and he was confident in what he does. Not that he was tooting his own horn, he thinks that he’s decent at what he does. He wasn’t a sushi pro by any means but he can give out food better than all those swanky restaurants in Lungmen.

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[aaksees]

Hello hello! Can I pretty pretty please get something about Lee hard pining? He's very pretty and i just love the idea of him having a cute crush ♡

Have a lovely day!

VERY SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE AND I FEEL AS IF I DIDNT CAPTURE THIS REQUEST PROPERLY word count: 1.1k ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Lee x gn!reader ─⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Notes and a coin

The flashes of colors bursting from the screen as a Wuxia fight scene continues to play. Silently you and a certain perro from the LDA were too focused to even give the thought to look around you another look.

As the action got more intense you were at the edge of your seat as you rooted for the character you liked in the show. 

"Come on…! Come onnnnn!!!"

"Oy- you two can you tone it down?" The weight beside your seat dipped as you felt something behind. 

"Oh! Mr. Lee!" You're focused shifted from the screen to the face of a smiling Lung. The feeling of his tail slightly curling around your waist as Lee boredly smiled at you with his eyes closed.

"I didn't expect you to arrive, I guess I just got so absorbed in watching the show with Hung that I didn't even notice you." A small chuckle leaving your lips, scratching your head along.

Lee still had his closed eyed smile as he chuckled along with you. 

You were currently here at the LDA to give an operation notice from the doctor to Mr. Lee but got swept up with Aak's antics leading to Hung getting you out of the feline's fur, even preparing a meal for you and now watching a Wuxia show with him. 

"O-oh! Right right! I forgot, I'm supposed to give an operation request to you Mr. Lee, uhm if you don't mind, may we discuss the operation request in your office?" Your voice slightly carrying an embarrassed tone from being found like this.

Lee said nothing as he just smiled, you can't help but wave your hand in front of his snout. 

"Terra to Mr. Lee? Terra to Mr. Lee??? Helloooo???" 

"A-ah! Ahaha I must've fallen asleep there~ ahem." The lung stood up from his seat, the tail behind you following suit as you stood up as well. 

"Oh I suppose you guys are gonna get to work, I'll clean this up then." Hung voiced as he paused the show on the tv. “Yes, thank you again Mr. Hung for accommodating me.” You bowed as Lee waited for you in the corridor as you waved at Hung before walking in Lee's direction.

“Ah wait Mr. Lee, would you mind if I use the bathroom for a bit? I just need to freshen up before the meeting starts.” Lee quips a questioning look towards you. “Now now operator (Name), This isn’t some formal business meeting, you already look good.” “Oh no it’s more of a personal thing, and besides you’re our partner Mr. Lee, I'd want to at least represent Rhodes Island as a respectable figure so please.” Lee let out a laugh, amused by your explanation. “Well now I can't deny you with that explanation. The bathroom’s just the 3rd door down the hallway.” You thanked the Lung before making way to the bathroom.

As Lee saw your figure enter the bathroom, the door shutting, a deep sigh escaped his lips, he was sure his face was burning red if ever he was seen. He’d been watching you ever since he got back from strolling the streets, watching along with Hung. Your little quirks while watching was endearing to him, standing there observing as your face kept painting different emotions.

He didn’t know when it started but to his eyes you’ve become so lovely, so dearly close to his heart. Yet unwarranted fear crept to him, gnawing at him as his doubts crashed underneath those easygoing smiles of his.

Lee unconsciously walked towards the bathroom door, hearing your humming was enough to make his heart skip. The Lung tried to speak but his voice couldn’t even dare to interrupt that angelic humming of yours, with a defeated sigh he only placed his hands in his pocket. As his hands reached for his pockets, he almost forgot that he’d had sticky notes given to him by a kid he helped for directions and strangely gave him sticky notes.

As if getting an idea, Lee grabbed a pen that was also conveniently in his pocket, writing down something on the sticky note, leaving it on the door of the bathroom.

Finally deeming that you were much more presentable than earlier, you stepped out of the bathroom with a satisfied and determined face. Looking around you can’t find Mr. Lee in the corridor. “Mr. Lee? Mr. Lee where-” You notice a sticky note on the bathroom door.

“I’m at the study ;>” You couldn’t help but snicker from the written emoticon. Mr. Lee must’ve written the note to know where he went. Without anymore dilly dallying, you went straight to Mr. Lee’s study. 

Nearing the study, you saw another note on the ground and a coin next to it. Picking both up you read the note. “Ahhh I must’ve dropped my lucky special coin, care to return it to me?” “Special lucky coin…?” Why does it suddenly feel like Mr. Lee is playing a trick on me? Disregarding those thoughts, you continued towards his study arriving at the study door, knocking on it before entering. “Mr. Lee what are these notes-” 

“I like you-” “Huh…?” “Ah-”

You both stood there dumbfounded as you both processed what happened.

Lee was the first to speak with what you think was a blush on his face. “(Name)! You’re already here-” “What did you say, Mr. Lee?” You spoke, cutting his sentence as you stared at Lee with an intensity he didn’t know you had. “Well- Uh- now now- what I mean to say is-” This was the first time you’ve seen Mr. Lee this flustered, a contrast to his calm and almost smug attitude. 

“Agghhhh! Fine fine, I like you alright?” It felt like a damn had been lifted inside Lee’s chest as he said those words. 

“Mr. Lee…? You like me…?”  You stood dumbfounded as you gripped the sticky note and coin that was on your hands. 

“YES! I mean. Yes, I have been liking you for a long time now I suppose… ahaaaa” Lee could only sigh as he rubbed his temples. “Well since this isn’t a secret anymore I have some explaining to do right?” The Lung could only chuckle as he sat down on with a sigh. “You… (Name)... I don’t know when it started but every single time we’ve interacted it feels as if my heart would leap out of my chest, haha sometimes I’d even wonder if I’d become a Feranmut if my heart jumped enough, kidding of course.” Lee carried a look of adoration and affection that you’ve never even seen before. “Mr. Lee-” “Sorry it must be quite uncomfortable talking about this, let’s get on with wo-” “Mr. Lee.” The second time you’ve cut him off. “I… Pffft!” You couldn’t help but start laughing from Mr. Lee’s, what you assume, confession. “I- Ahaha- “ You swore you saw Mr. Lee get a bit offended before laughing along with you. “You like me?” “I do.” “Well, I can’t deny Mr. Lee’s feelings since I… aha… also like Mr. Lee in a romantical context.”

You felt your whole body propel forward, strong hands embracing you.

“Then will you be mine?”

[yanderes-galore]

Aak from Arknights general headcanons? Love your writing!

Yes! My first Arknights request!

Thank you for loving my writing <3

I want Aak but it's gonna take me forever to pull him ;;;;

I've never written him so he may be out of character, but I hope it's good!

Yandere! Aak HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Drugging, Manipulation, Deception, Kidnapping mention, Murder mention, Violence, Jealousy, Obsession.

- Aak is quite the chaotic Yandere.

- A medical specialist who has questionable practices and breakthroughs.

- He's considered scary to some people in Rhodes Island, but he is also respected and shown that this is where he belongs.

- He has his friend, Hung, to thank for that.

- As the doctor of Rhodes Island, you had the chance to work with the feline.

- Getting to know him better could put you in danger if he obsesses over you enough.

- Due to Aak's 'devil may care' attitude, he could care less about the consequences of his actions.

- As he loves to experiment, he would be a sadistic Yandere, too.

- He would also be a Yandere who would drug you to 'subdue' you.

- To keep him in check if he does get to this point, contact Hung.

- Hung knows how to deal with Aak. If Aak is threatening people at Rhodes Island he needs to snap him out of it.

- Aak frequently enjoys hanging out in your office, too.

- If you are getting ready to deploy operators on a mission with you, he offers to come with.

- Normally he hates to be on the battlefield, but if you're going out there then he might as well, too.

- He can use this time to 'experiment' on enemies, anyways. (Maybe even other operators)

- Despite his odd treatments, Aak would prefer it if you came to him for illnesses.

- He has to repay your kindness somehow, treatment is the least he could offer.

- Aak, when he gets brave enough, would also probably try flirting.

- It comes out as awkward though so once he sees you shift away he quickly drops it.

- Never was his thing anyway. So much for that.

- Aak could kidnap, as he has access to the compounds and drugs.

- Yet, you being the doctor, he would be found out and cast out quickly.

- With a sigh of jealousy, he cans the idea for now.

- Murder is something he probably could get away with.

- You've lost operators while working with Rhodes Island before, right?

- How would you know if it was him who got rid of them.

- Maybe an experiment went wrong? Or maybe the enemy got to them?

- He certainly won't miss them if they got on his nerves.

- For this Yandere it is best you help quell his habits as said before.

- If he starts acting weird, get some help from others.

- Especially Hung.

- Aak appreciates Hung for getting him out of a dark place, but if Hung tries to separate you from Aak, there will be problems.

- Even if he won't fatally wound Hung,

- Aak can guarantee it won't be pretty.

- "My dude! Did you see this new drug I'm working on? Wanna try it out?"

[carnalcrows]

tight spaces

genre: smut

pairing: triangle guard x m!reader

CW: bottom reader, top guard, blowjobs, dacryphillia, dubcon, y/n is not used, the guard is MEAN, reader gets off to his dick being stepped on, facefucking, choking, hair pulling.

word count: 0.9k

A/N: pretend the guard did NOT walk into reader, inho and gihun doing the deed, but he is aware that it happened.

The Triangle Guard's grip on your arm was firm as he guided you through the dimly lit corridor, the oppressive silence heightening the tension that hung in the air. The recent encounter with Gi-hun and In-ho still burned in your memory, a distraction you couldn't afford right now.

The guard stopped without warning.

Before you could utter a word of confusion, he whirled and pushed you into a dark alcove. The rough coolness of the wall bit into your back as he crowded in after, his hard body blocking any route of retreat. The closeness was suffocating, yet strangely intoxicating, the heat radiating from him an extreme contrast to the antiseptic chill of the corridor.

"What were you doing, back there?" he asked in that low voice filled with equal quantities of curiosity and accusation, so much more threatening with the mechanical distortion in his mask.

"Cleaning up," you said, trying to keep your voice level, though your heart was racing.

"Cleaning up," he repeated in obvious disbelief, leaning a little closer. The mask was nearly touching your face, and his body was pressed onto yours enough so that every inhale and exhale sounded tenfold. "That's what you're calling it?"

"Does it matter?" you shot back, forcing a smirk despite the coiling tension.

"It does," he whispered, his voice dropping to a near growl. A gloved hand rose to brush against your neck, as if to settle your collar, but his touch tarried. His fingers traced along your jawline with deliberation, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Breaking rules," he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "Or looking for trouble?"

"Maybe both," you said back, quieter, yet still daring.

The charged air between you seemed to condense, causing the world to fade away beyond that shadowy alcove. His hand fell onto your shoulder, clenching tight as he leaned into you. His breathing, combined with yours, sounded distorted and filled that small space.

Then, he moved. One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, cupping it as his masked face leaned slightly, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. The mask was cold and rigid against your skin, but the mouth beneath it was warm, demanding, and unrelenting.

It was a hard, almost punishing kiss, as if he wished to make certain of the control at that very moment. You gasped against him, and he took full advantage, plunging into the depths with a hunger that allowed for no demur.

The edges of his mask pressed lightly into your skin as he pushed closer, his body pinning you against the wall. Your hands clutched his uniform, desperate for some anchor amidst the whirlwind of sensation. His grip tightened, tugging you closer than was possible, his heat searing through the layers of clothes between you. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was as uneven as yours. His mask tilted, as if studying your reaction.

Wordlessly, he pushed you down to your knees, and unbuckled his belt. Before you could say anything, his erection sprang out, hitting your cheek lightly.

“Suck.” He demanded, to which you shook your head in protest. Your throat was still sore from your previous… escapade.

“Do what is told of you, dumb whore. I’ll fuck your corpse if I have to”, the guard uttered, his hand going back to grip a fistfull of your hair. A gasp left your mouth from the sting, and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his cock into your warm mouth.

You choke at the sudden intrusion, your hands grabbing at his thighs. He didn’t wait for you to get accustomed to his length, fucking into your mouth like it was the last day on Earth.

The guards foot slowly inched towards your crotch, rubbing over it slowly, giving you wanton relief as he was using your mouth.

Him hitting the back of your throat with every thrust had led to your gag reflex turning on. Tears kept pooling around your eyes, and when you tried to close them, he yanked your hair to look right at him. “Don’t even think about looking away baby, you know the consequences”, the same hand went from your face to the holster at his hip, indicating that he could still use the gun on you if he wished.

You whined and stared up at his mask, the white triangle seeming to illuminate the dark alcove. Without warning, the guard’s thrusts started to become erratic, and you knew what was coming. He on the other hand, didn't let you pull back, and pushed your head all the way to his hilt, the musky scent of his balls hitting you. Your hands gripped on his thighs while he forced you to swallow every. single. drop.

After a moment or two, he finally slid out of your mouth, with you taking a long, shaky breath. His hand slid down from your hair to your shoulders, slowly hoisting you up.

While getting up, you noticed that your thighs felt sticky. It turned out that you had come undone in your pants as he was using your face.

He seemed to notice this too, as he took a rag from the nearby shelf in the small alcove and used it to wipe you down.

His gloved hands gently cupped your face, a sharp contrast to what he was doing to you earlier

"Nobody hears about this," he said, his voice thick with lust. His thumb smoothed over your swelling bottom lip and teased on without moving any farther, long enough to have you wanting more. A far-away echo of footsteps broke the spell.

He stepped back abruptly as the commanding mask of professionalism snapped firmly back into place. Wordlessly, he took your arm and steered you out into the main corridor.

© t0jisd0ll on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time and and I take genuine effort to do them.

[jdwake]

when did chenle come out again 😭😭

idek when exactly but he had another live where someone asked him if gender mattered and he said yes cuz he doesnt like men lol

[jdwake]

chenle coming out as str8 again is so funny to me. i honestly dont believe anything idols say about their sexuality ngl.

[serenity-songbird]

Can you do Male!Crona with a femboy S/O? Like I’m talkin’ full on maid dresses and nurse outfits as their daily clothes, and black shiny lesther dresses.

👀👀👀 You had me at Crona.

The day you met Crona was at the Maid Cafe where you worked.

Maka was your cousin, but unlike her you were neither Meister or Weapon.

Nope. You were just a regular human being.

Not scary or threatening at all.

Maka and her friends would often come to your workplace, both for the food and company.

When Crona first joined the DWMA he was intimidated by all the...unique...people who attended.

Maka at least wanted Crona to not be afraid of someone.

So you were the first person to come to mind.

When Maka came in dragging a pink haired boy wearing a dress, you reacted normally.

And by normally, I mean, you literally thought he was the most adorable human being on the planet.

Cinnamon roll sighted. Must protect.

When you walked up to him in your maid outfit and talked excitedly, Crona did his, "I don't know how to dream with this? W-why is a boy wearing a dress?!"

...

"But, you're wearing a dress too." You replied bluntly pointing at his clothing.

"N-No? It's not a dress...It's a robe"

You stared him up and down.

"Yeah sure. Whatever you say."

You friendly and welcoming aura lured him in and soon you were fast friends.

Crona was suprised that he felt comfortable around you.

You and Maka may have be very different, but you both have the same, welcoming wave length and he wasn't afraid when you were around.

Ragnorok would call you names and ridule you on your clothing choices.

Crona didn't like that and, once again, stood up to him and telling him to Apologize. (He didn't and gave Crona a few punches. You had to come between them.

Recently, Crona started getting a fuzzy feeling when you were around.

His heart would pound in his chest and his body would get hot.

He started blushing, stuttering, and wanting to be around you more.

He didn't know how to deal with it.

He asked Maka for advice and Maka giggled and told him he was in love.

Love?!?!?!

Something inside him broke and tears ran down his face.

Maka, shocked, had to calm him down.

All his life he had known nothing but despair, disappointment, fear, and hate.

But now...He was in love.

He had fallen in love with someone and he was happy.

Is this what love is?

Crona knew nothing about relationships.

Maka, ( and Blair and Soul who were eavesdropping) decided to help there confused friend.

Kid was hosting a party and everyone was invited.

The plan to get you together would take place there.

Soon, Kid, Liz, and Tsubaki come in on the plan. (Black star and Patty were not told because they would probably just ruin the place. And expose them).

When you walked in wearing a slick black leather dress with dragon earrings and a crystal necklace, Crona couldn't looked away and became frozen on he spot.

You locked eyes with him and smiled.

He didn't know it was possible to turn into a puddle before this moment.

The plan was set in motion.

Every chance there was, all involved in the plan would throw you both at each other.

Whenever you were together, romantic music would play, someone would "accidently" bump into you pushing you closer together, and they would let you two have alone time.

Honestly, it was so obvious what they were doing, you caught on right away.

Maka wasn't as subtle as she thought she was.

You wasted no time to confront Crona who, embarrassed, stuttered out apologies.

You kissed him to stop his rambling.

He was too cute.

When you were together, you'd sometimes dress him up in matching outfits.

Cute poofy dresses, tight fitting black tie dresses, pink dresses with flowers, you name it.

Yours and his favorite outfit was the nurse one.

Whenever he was sick, you'd dress up as a nurse to take care of him.

You loved his blush whenever he saw you.

You helped Crona feel more confident in his skin regardless of what he wore.

He appreciated you and loved you for it.

Thank you for being his. 💜💜💜

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔

❝ 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 ❞

꧁ 𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙭 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞’𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants.

Word count › 1.7k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings › possessive behavior and borderline obsession from Izuku

Kinks › mentions of breeding/creampie

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╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

Izuku had always wondered how Katsuki was related to him. Bakugo (Name). An angel compared to the devil that Katsuki was. He was only three years his senior with looks that resembled Masaru. His quirk was a bit underdeveloped compared to Katsuki's.. Weak, really.

But that's what he liked. He liked that (Name) didn't judge him for being quirkless. Unlike Katsuki. He still remembered that time (Name) slapped Katsuki for calling him ‘Deku.’

Katsuki hadn't really bothered him after that. His little lackeys, sure, but Katsuki himself didn't say much. Izuku couldn't be sure if Katsuki was even helping him sometimes against the bullies. But he knew Katsuki would never willingly say that he was.

He'd kill if he asked.

Izuku sighed to himself as he tugged off his sweaty suit. Of course the meeting his attended with Iida turned into an ambush by some lowlife villains. They won, obviously, but he still worked up a sweat in one of his favorite suits.

He turned it over to check for damages and to his dismay, there was a large scratch.

“(Name) got me this...” He muttered to himself. He felt the sudden urge to kill someone. (Name) had spent so much money to find a suit that was tailored to his larger body type and didn't rip once his arms went through.

What was he supposed to do?

Logically, fix it.

But emotionally, he wanted the villain who ruined such a special gift to gravel at his feet for ruining such a precious item.

He shook his head. He'd find someone to fix it. Resting it on his chair in his bedroom, he walked over to check his phone before noticing someone was calling him.

Katsuki?

“Hello?”

“Tch, what the hell have you been doing to not answer me? I thought today was your day off?” Katsuki's usually angry voice bled through the phone. But Izuku knew he was a little bit worried.

He could read Katsuki's emotions better now ever since they graduated.

“Sorry. I left my phone at home when I went to visit Iida.” Just a little white lie wouldn't hurt.

“You free now?”

“Yes, why? Did something happen?”

Katsuki paused for a second. “Come straight here. Don't do anything crazy, alright? You worked too hard for your hero's license.”

“Huh? What happened?” Izuku frowned. Sure, he acted recklessly sometimes but he had grown older. He knew to think before acting compared to his high school self.

“It's (Name). I—”

Katsuki frowned as the call ended. He cursed to himself, hoping Izuku was just coming straight his brother's house. Dressed in his hero suit, he wished he could stay longer with (Name) but he had already used his days off two weeks ago.

“(Name)?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft if anyone had heard him. (Name) huffed as he glanced up from his pillow, tears staining his face. His glasses were on the nightstand, the right eye broken from the incident that happened this morning.

“De—Izuku's coming. Are you okay with that?”

(Name) frowned. He was happy to see Izuku, it's been awhile but he didn't want him to see him like this. So weak and broken. (Name) simply nodded, wondering if he was the older brother or did Katsuki really just grow ever since UA.

A harsh knock the door shocked the two as Katsuki grunted. “Stupid nerd...” He stalked off to have a talk with Izuku, making sure (Name) couldn't hear whatever they were saying.

(Name) sighed to himself as he reached over to light a candle, using his quirk. His quirk was stronger than most useless ones but it wasn't like Katsuki's. It couldn't be used in a fight. The fire quirk only lasted a few seconds, like little explosions.

It was good for lighting candles and other mundane things. (Name) only used it a few times for self defense and those few times he ended up hurting himself as well.

It was rare that a quirk could also hurt the user. Well, until Izuku came along with an alarming amount of broken arms from his own quirks.

“(Name)-chan?”

“Zuku!” (Name) grinned, a childlike grin on his lips. Izuku was larger than the small home that he shared with Katsuki. (Name) held his arms for a hug that Izuku awkwardly returned.

“Kacchan left. I'll be staying here until he comes back.” Izuku said, sitting down on the bed. The small tv was playing some random American action movie. (Name) hummed.

“Sorry to bother you on your day off,” (Name) laughed. “What happened was really silly...” He glanced over at Izuku to blink at the angry look he was giving him.

“Silly? Getting attacked is silly to you?”

(Name) frowned. When did he get so serious...?

“Eh, no! I was just—”

“Your boyfriend attacked you in public. You had to use your quirk to defend yourself,” Izuku grunted, a scowl on his lips. “I knew he was a terrible person.”

“Huh?”

Izuku's face flushed. He hated every boyfriend (Name) got. There was always an inching pain in his heart that wanted to scare away—or kill—the men in your life. It always ended up being true because of how often they broke (Name)'s heart.

This is just the first time they ever physically hurt you. (Name) huffed, hating how Izuku was somehow inferring he had terrible taste in men.

He did! But that doesn't mean he liked hearing it from someone else.

“Sorry, that was out of line...” Izuku muttered.

(Name) shook his head. “It's fine. There's some truth to that. I'm sorry for having to continually bother you with boyfriend drama.”

“It's not boyfriend drama, (Name).”

(Name) blinked. That was one of the first time Izuku dropped the honorifics from his name. He looked over at Izuku and reached over to touch his arm. They stayed like that in silence before Izuku finally spoke.

“I hate seeing you with anyone.”

“Like with friends?”

“Romantically.”

“Do you like me, Izuku?”

Izuku's face was flushed red as he looked at everything but (Name). (Name) wished he could properly see but without his glasses--things were blurry far away.

“I love you, (Name). I want to keep you as my own. Even when I was younger. Ah, I'm sorry for being creepy. I can get someone else to watch over you!” Izuku panicked, sitting up abruptly.

(Name) grabbed his hand, “wait! You didn't let me answer.”

“Huh?” Izuku turned around to face him.

“I like you too. I just thought it would be weird to have feelings for my little brother's friend.”

“I'm not Kacchan's. I'm yours.” Izuku muttered, kneeling down to press a kiss on (Name)'s lips. (Name) returned it with a smile on his lips as he pulled away with a giggle.

Izuku grasped (Name)'s hands and glanced down at the recent burn mark on them. (Name) frowned, body fidgeting at the sudden attention towards it. He wanted to ignore it. Much to his surprise, Izuku brought the hand to his lips and...

Licked it.

He licked it.

(Name) gasped, mouthing widening to oppose this but only a whimper came out as Izuku nipped at his hand. He could only watch as Izuku's much larger hand practically engulfed his. Each little kiss and lick made him shiver.

Part of him was disgusted hygiene wise while the other was very much into Izuku licking him.

“Do you want to wait?” Izuku suddenly muttered, glancing up with half-lidded eyes that (Name) was sure most fangirls dreamed of at night.

“Wait for what...?”

Izuku blinked, his sudden alter ego seemingly vanishing. “Ah, I'm sorry! I'm rushing things, aren't I?!” His face was full of panic that (Name) could only giggle.

“It's fine... I want you. I waited so long for you.”

Izuku's lips turned upwards into a boyish grin. (Name) was beginning to wonder how long Izuku loved him. It had to be longer than himself.

“I'll show you how long I loved you, (Name).” Izuku whispered.

ꕤ

“You're tight, (Name). Did your other boyfriends not fuck you right?”

(Name) whined, arching his back as he looked away. It had happened so fast. Izuku wasn't as innocent as he looked. The way he opened him and instantly found his prostate was scary. It truly took only two minutes before (Name) was a muttering mess beneath him.

And now this. With the constant squeaking of the bed of the bed, slapping of wet skin, and Izuku's sudden boost of confidence—(Name) wasn't sure he truly knew him.

“Don't... ngh, say that!”

Izuku simply smiled and pressed a chaste kiss on (Name)'s neck. (Name) squealed as his legs were grabbed as Izuku pushed them towards his ears, effectively bending him in a way he never believed was possible. Izuku's dick was large, just like the rest of his body and the burn that (Name) felt was pleasurable and painful.

“Sorry, (Name)-chan... I don't think I can last long,” Izuku grunted, his face turning bright red in embarrassment.

(Name) wasn't sure why he was embarrassed. He was ready to give two minutes ago from the harsh thrusting. A pathetic whimper left his lips as he tried to ignore the sinful squelching of his asshole. He was going to die if Izuku didn't come already.

“Its...mmh! okay. We have...” (Name) gasped at a particular harsh thrust. “Other days!”

(Name) blinked at the feeling of something wet touch his chest. He glanced up to see Izuku on the verge of tears. Only a huff of laughter left (Name)'s lips. Izuku still was a crybaby at heart.

“Then we can have a family in the future...” Izuku muttered. (Name) wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear that part.

“Uh...?”

Izuku brought a hand to (Name)'s more chubbier stomach and a smile formed on his lips. “I wish you could give birth.”

“Pervert...” (Name) giggled, trying to ignore the way he suddenly tightened around Izuku's cock at the thought. Izuku seemed to notice as a subtle smirk ghosted his lips as he quickened his thrusts.

The last minute was the both of them chasing their release as Izuku leaned down next to (Name)'s ears and whispered:

I'm sure we can make this a reality soon.

It shouldn't have made (Name) cum but it did. Izuku was soon right after, a blush ghosting his face as if he wasn't the one who brought breeding in the first place. (Name) simply hummed and wrapped his arms around Izuku, grinning at the warm cum inside of him.

It was going to suck taking it out but he'll enjoy it right now.

“I love you, Izuku.”

“Love you too...”

Before a quick slumber could take over the two—the door opened showing a pissed of Katsuki.

“I said watch my brother, not fuck him, you shitty nerd!!”

Oh, he was screwed.

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╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

First ever story! I made it short and sweet so you can get the gist of my writing style! I usually go more in depth with smut!

Thank you so much for reading! I’ll be taking any requests I get unless they make me uncomfortable or I don’t know the character.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

Uploads are on Friday or Saturday!

[myballsyourballs]

Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya with recovery girls grandson? They get injured and we kiss them to make em feel better. (:

a healthy recovery!

bakugo, todoroki and midoriya (seperate) x m! reader

genre: fluffy drabbles

notes: i enjoyed writing this! thanks for the req

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bakugo !

"Bakugo, seriously. Just let me--"

"Fuck off! I'm not letting your gross lips kiss me!" Bakugo is blushing furiously, limping around with a surprising amount of speed given his sprained ankle.

"Stop acting like such a child!"

"FUCK YOU!"

You quickly dart around the bed he's hiding behind, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and smashing your lips against his cheek. You activate your quirk quickly, and then pull back just as fast. "See, that wasn't so bad!"

Bakugo doesn't answer. In fact, he looks like he didn't even register your words. His face is completely red, but his features are contorted into the most furious scowl you've seen on him yet.

"Woah, okay... look, I'm just doing my job, okay? Please don't--"

"Bye."

Bakugo stomps off on his now healed ankle, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Once the door is slammed behind him, you swear you hear him mutter a "holy fucking shit holy shit oh my god holy shit"

...Nah, you're probably imagining things.

todoroki !

"You... have to kiss me?" Todoroki frowns at the burn on his arm.

"Yes. As I said, I'm Recovery Girl's grandson."

"She... has a grandson?"

"...Yes," you furrow your brows, watching as Todoroki stares at you with a perplexed yet intrigued expression. "Please just let me kiss you now."

He nods, and leans in with his eyes closed and lips puckered. Aiming for your lips.

"Woah, now!" quickly, you place a hand on his mouth. He opens his eyes, startled. "Take me out to dinner first. I meant on your cheek. Or your hand, or something."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

You feel kinda bad. The poor guy averts his eyes completely, the tips of his ears red and his head lowered. He raises his hand towards you, and you quickly grasp it and kiss him on the back of his hand.

Mesmerised, Todoroki watches as his burn slowly recedes until his skin is smooth and free of blemishes. "...Thank you."

"Not a problem!"

Silence, for a moment. You wonder why he hasn't left yet.

"Can I take you out to dinner?"

midoriya !

"Is your quirk an exact replica of Recovery Girl's?"

"Mine doesn't make you as tired."

"Really? How does that work? Does it use your stamina instead of the stamina of person you're healing? Or does it drain something else from someone? Let's say, their thirst? Maybe hunger? What about--"

"Midoriya," you sigh. He stops muttering. "I'm here to heal you. I'm happy to answer your questions, but you are getting blood all over the floor."

He looks down.

There's... a bit of a puddle. Not a big one, but still... a puddle.

"Give me your hand," you murmur, holding out your own hand. He obliges, blushing heavily when you gently grasp his. Bringing it up to your mouth, you kiss Midoriya's hand softly -- the large cut on his arm fading into pale, freckled skin.

"Perfect," you drop his hand. "Are you feeling better?"

He nods enthusiastically, inspecting his arm with interest. Midoriya watches intently as you walk over to the cupboards and grab a towel to mop up the mess on the floor. He stays silent for a minute or two, just watching quietly. Once you finish, he speaks once more.

"...Can I ask you questions now?"

[shun-ie]

₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ misconceptions

content : college!au, m!reader, established relationship, anal fingering, some dirty talking, pet names, light neck kissing, light teasing, self gratification, semi-public-ish (?)

[not proofread]

m.list !

when people first lay their eyes on shoto todoroki, they would describe him with one word. reserved. imagine their surprise when they find out such guy is dating someone the opposite of him. y/n l/n.

how do they see y/n?

"oh, he's very expressive and sensitive too!"

"he's very friendly and approachable."

"he's a huge pain in my ass . . . but i guess he means well."

"he's dependable."

"he's a good kid. his grades and what his classmates say about him proves this."

polar opposites attract don't they?

despite attending the same college and taking the same program (course), they have different friend groups. todoroki hangs out with midoriya and bakugou—his friends from highschool—while y/n hangs out with shinsou—a friend he adopted during student orientation.

a curious glint sparks in bakugou's eyes as he catches a glimpse of y/n and shinsou entering the cafeteria in somewhat a rush. "who gets dicked down in your relationship shoto?"

the quietly eating man chokes on his cold soba. midoriya panics and hands him a bottle of water before lightly scolding bakugou, "kacchan! we're eating, you should save your questions after!"

bakugou merely rolls his eyes, "come on, aren't you a little curious as well?" he then cackles to himself, "maybe our friend here is taking it up the ass."

midoriya blankly stares at his laughing friend who's garnering other tables' attention. he then sighs and turns to a flustered todoroki, "don't worry about him. he's just like this because he misses eijiro."

a loud 'i do not' is ignored by the two of them. todoroki plays with his food and replies, "i don't want to discuss that part of my life."

bakugou eyes the blush creeping up todoroki's face and raises an eyebrow, "your blush says it all."

midoriya berating bakugou about decency and respect goes in one ear and out the other as todoroki watches them from the other side of the table. with a small release of breath, he starts to finish where he left off with his food.

from first year until third year, bakugou and sometimes midoriya, teased todoroki for being a bottom in the relationship. especially during times where y/n is present or is in the vicinity.

"bubs, i got you some of my favorite gummies!" y/n presents a pack of gummy bears to todoroki, who was holding a debate with bakugou.

he stops mid sentence and smiles softly towards his boyfriend, "thank you." he takes the pack and puts it in his shoulder bag to snack on later. he earns a look of curiosity and a dash of smugness from his suddenly still friend as they watch y/n walk away towards shinsou, who was waiting at the door of the teaching hall.

there were instances where y/n randomly handed todoroki things, such as food and small trinkets. which led bakugou to believe that y/n loved taking care of todoroki and showering him with gifts. which is true, except for the sexual insinuations hidden in them when bakugou addressed his claims to his friends randomly.

todoroki was so confused as to why bakugou was so invested in his sex life, but one thing was for certain, he wouldn't crack under all the assumptions of his good friend. at this point, it was just hilarious to think about.

he said he wouldn't crack. so why?

y/n whimpers as quietly as possible into the covers, trying to conceal the sounds that tried to tumble out of his lips uncontrollably. todoroki places comforting kisses on his nape as he works his finger in and out of his wet and warm hole.

why did it have to be in a sleepover that he cracked?

he shushes his boyfriend and adds a second finger. "you like that?" y/n nods his head, caving deeper into todoroki's body.

was it the teasing of bakugou while y/n was literally in front of them?

y/n bites his lips and swallows down a moan as todoroki's fingers scrape against his bundle of nerves.

was he trying to prove something?

todoroki adds a third finger and huffs in amusement, "should i fuck you while they're in the same room? huh?" he lightly nibbles on y/n's ear and lowly says, "but maybe you'll like that. i can feel you tighten from the idea of being caught."

he suddenly stops pumping his fingers and instead presses deep against his boyfriend's prostate, a quiet whine leaving y/n's lips at the pressure. "i don't want to risk getting caught sweetie," he says in faux disappointment and concern, teasingly dragging his fingers out.

a hand grabs his wrist and shoves his soaking digits back into the warmth. "i-" y/n lets out a small whimper, "i'll do all the work, just let me feel you," he breathlessly lets out.

todoroki merely smirks and presses against y/n's back, sinking his fingers deeper into his heat, "you get like this over me fingering you?" he chuckles into y/n's damp hair. he adds a fourth digit making y/n gasp.

feeling a bit dazed, he mumbles out thank yous and starts to grind into todoroki, doing all the work as he proposed. the thought of being under a duvet, in a room with their friends, flew out of y/n's mind as he chased the sweet pleasure that seemed to snatch every inch of his sanity away.

todoroki's hand suddenly clamped over his mouth. the noise he helplessly wanted to suppress getting louder the more he moved his hips like a dog in heat. at least one of them was still aware that they're two meters away from bakugou's bed.

y/n's body quivered as his grinding never ceased, feeling that familiar build up in the pits of his stomach. the heat that was about to burst. the very thing he worked for. todoroki feeling y/n tighten and tense, he pushed his fingers in deeper and pressed into the sweet spot that had his boyfriend seeing heaven.

with a cry, y/n's back arches as his release crashed into him likes waves across the shore. todoroki kisses his neck, holding him close through his euphoric high. he whispered out little praises and rubbed y/n's belly.

he pulls out his dripping fingers—eliciting a small noise—and sucking on them, savoring the taste. he wipes the remaining wetness on his shirt and hugs his exhausted boyfriend closer. "new kink discovered?" he huffs a laugh.

y/n hums, eyes fluttering close, disregarding the wet feeling in his pants, too tired to do anything but lay down and sleep. "mhm..."

when morning came, bakugou gave todoroki a squinted stare. as if accusing him of lying, before they turned into a look of why.

y/n was still in bed, shinsou was sitting outside on the balcony playing with his phone, and midoriya was cooking breakfast.

"what is it?" todoroki exasperatedly asks, setting down plates and utensils on the table. bakugou grunts and narrows his eyes at him.

he takes a seat right across from him, as if he had the plague, "you're the top." of course he had heard what happened. despite going to bed the earliest, he was woken up by the amount of noises that came from the other bed beside him. "you should have told me."

"i told you, i don't want to discuss that part of my relationship," todoroki's tone holds firmness as he lays some coasters out. he then looks over his work, nods in satisfaction, and turns to the direction of the bedrooms, planning to wake his lovely boyfriend up.

bakugou glared at him, "you never discussed it. you demonstrated it." todoroki shrugged and turned into the hall, leaving the one-sided conversation.

maybe he did crack from all the teasing. maybe he did want to prove something. did he regret anything?

no.

[beautifulsenpai]

could you write headcanons for some mha/bnha boys? can you make them react to affectionate male reader giving them a kiss on the cheek ☺️

KISS FOR YOU - 𝗆𝗁𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄

❥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗒𝖺, 𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂

❥𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺 - 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺 (𝖻𝗈𝗄𝗎 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺)

❥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 -𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

❥𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞 - 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇? 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌/𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌

Izuku:

-it gives him a moment to realize that you gave him a peck on the cheek

-after realizing this, his entire face becomes red as a tomato. he would turn towards you, stuttering like crazy as well as moving his arms like a robot

-he would start blabbering like crazy

-now every time he would just look at you, he would blush from remembering the kiss you gave him

-he wouldn’t mind returning the kiss, but he would be hesitant to do so

“midoriya-kun!! that was so awesome!! you did amazing!!” (name) gushed as he ran towards him, his face beaming with pride, midoriya had taken down a difficult training dummy, and that made (name) smiled widely from joy

midoriya turned towards where (name) was running, he smiled from ear to ear from hearing the compliment. “thank you (name)!-” midoriya was taken back from (name) hugging him

“mwah!!” (name) gave a quick peck on his cheek before his head snuggled against his neck, his arms wrapped around his neck

…

it took deku a moment to realize what (name) did. deku’s face immediately turned red, like a tomato, eyes widened as his heart started racing. “e-ehhh?!?!” deku stuttered a bit loudly as he got out from (name’s) grasp

(name) tilted his head, looking at deku with a blank look “something wrong midoriya-kun? your face is red” (name) question. “e-everything’s fine (name)! d-don’t worry a-about me! j-just surprised that’s a-all!-”

deku kept babbling, moving his arms frantically, cheeks on fire as he avoided eye contact. he couldn’t let (name) see him like this, it was embarrassing!

(name) didn’t question any further, his face turning back into a smile. “alright then midoriya!” (name) would love to continue talking to midoriya, but someone called out to him for some help

“gotta go help someone! i’ll talk to you later midoriya-kun!” (name) told midoriya. (name) gave him another quick kiss on his cheek before skipping away happily, humming as he made his way to the person

seconds later, midoriya passed out on the floor, face redder than usual

Katsuki:

-the moment you placed your lips against his cheeks, his cheeks would turn red, screaming at you, yelling at you why the fuck you just did that

-he’ll grab you by the collar of your shirt, screaming at your face as well

-katsuki claims that he’ll kill you, but you don’t believe that for a second. his reaction is so funny to you, his screaming, and face being red so you decide to pamper his face with kisses

-he’ll try to push you away, but it doesn’t work. he’ll keep screaming at you to get the hell away from him, but do you listen? no

-he’ll never tell anyone or to you that he kinda like the kisses, but he couldn’t show it to anyone, it’ll be embarrassing! he has a reputation

“you’re so strong bakugo!” (name) gushed as he stood next to him, face beaming as (name) jumped up, and down, clapping hands. bakugo fixed his large grenade-like gauntlets, grinning from hearing (name) praise

“you’re damn right i’m strong!” bakugo claimed, he knew he was strong. (name) gently grabbed bakugo’s head, pulled him towards him, and gave him a soft kiss right on his cheek

bakugo’s eyes shot wide open as blush spread across his cheeks. bakugo gritted his teeth as he grabbed (name) by the collar, and brought him close to his face

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR, YOU DAMN EXTRA?! I DON’T WANT YOUR LIPS TOUCHING ME AGAIN! YOU GOT THAT?! I’LL KILL YOU!” (name) laughed how bakugo reacted, never seen him this mad at him before

(name) decided to push his buttons even more by quickly wrapping his arms around bakugo’s neck, and started pampering bakugo’s face with a ton of affectionate kisses

“S-STOP IT! GET AWAY FROM ME DAMN IT!” bakugo’s face is now crimson red. he tries to push (name) away, but he doesn’t nudge one bit. he doesn’t like this one bit!

Shoto:

-he would be confused, but a small blush would appear on his face, he would place his hand on his cheek where you kissed him

-he never received a lot of affection before, so why would you do that? he would think of that kiss as having a different meaning, do you perhaps love him?

-if so, he would return that kiss, but not on the cheek, on your lips. even that left you in awe, now it was your turn to blush like crazy, you’ve only done kisses on the cheek, not on the lips

shoto was walking to class as he minded his own business, until he heard (name). “shoto!” (name) shouted, a smile plastered onto his face. he ran towards shoto with a hand waving at him

shoto halted as he waited for (name) to catch up with him, he didn’t mind (name) joining him, he was a nice friend, and didn’t mind having company

“(name), good morning.” shoto greeted (name) as he finally caught up to him, trying to catch his breath. “g-good..morning to you too!..shoto!” (name) breath out, still trying to catch his breath

as (name) finally recovered, he smiled softly as he grabbed shoto’s arm, gently pulled him down towards him, and then gave a nice little smooch on his cheek

as (name) released shoto’s arm, shoto stared at him with his usual stoic face, but his eyebrows were raised, and mouth slightly open. a slight blush appeared on his face as planted his hand where (name) kissed

he seen couples do this before, kissing, holding hands, etc. does this mean that they are lovers now?..

“let’s walk and talk to class shoto!-” shoto placed his hands on both of (name’s) shoulders, his head leaned towards (name), their noses almost touching each other

“shoto?-” (name) could barely speak before shoto placed his lips against (name’s) lips. (name’s) eyes widen in shock, his face turning crimson red as shoto’s eyes were closed, focusing on the kiss

they stood in the middle of the hallway as the other students passed by, the students couldn’t help but take a quick glance at them, sweat dropping

(name) broke the kiss as he stepped back, his hands covering his mouth, his heart racing. (name) never kissed anyone on the lips before, just a quick peck on the cheek, so this was his first kiss

shoto stared at him in confusion, why was his new boyfriend acting like this before? does he need another kiss to soothe it out?

[kyo-kris]

SHIGARAKI TOMURA X FEMININE FTM READER

: fluffy, comfort

TW: Dysphoria, reader is depressed, transphobia, reader likes to dress himself with "girlie" outfits

A/N: Used "you" and "M/n" (male name, dont ask me) to reader

You felt so handsome with your "girliest" outifts from your closet, and it was like this. A lot of people respected you the way you were, but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for some commentaries about your clothes, "you identify yourself as a man but dress like a girl? You are just confused" is that you most hear from their mouth, when you don't asked their opinion at all.

But you feel uncomfortable, who wouldn't? Feeling guilty, suddenly feeling ugly and not yourself anymore. You didn't want nothing but stay in your room, just listening songs, just doing whatever you needed to forget all their words. You didn't even want your boyfriend there.

Shigaraki was busy with his plans, and you would feel guilty for opening up about this. He was already busy; it would just add more weight to his burden, wouldn't it?

Shit, you were thinking too much. These weren't just simple words from people you didn't want to hear; they brought up a whole history that you had decided to hide and just live in peace, comfortably.

Shigaraki missed you, you weren't even replying him back, he was worried, on his way, but he was. Telling you that he was on his way to your apartment, but you didn't see the message, you were just looking at the mirror, trying to find something interesting on you. And crying.

Well, it was in that state that Shigaraki found you. Crying and refusing yourself to look at the mirror again.

"Hey, M/n...?" He looked at you, raising an eyebrow and getting closer to you

"M/n...come here" His voice was harsh but soft and calm, he carefully puts you on his arm, without touching you more than 2 fingers each hand, he was being extremely carefully bevause of his quirk.

You didn't know what to say, you had nothing to say, just hugged him like it was the last time, crying with your head buried on his pale neck. He squeezed softly your body on a hug too, carefully as always.

Some minutes more and you were catching your breath and the tears were no longer coming out, you calmed down and your head slowly returned to face the villain, your villain.

"Better?" He still had his calm but hoarse voice that you love so much. You couldn't help but smile before replying when listen to his voice and him being soft.

"I am. Thanks, Shiggy" You look at his red vivid eyes

"Do not" He squinted his eyes in disapproval at the nickname. You would never give up calling him that or the other nicknames you had for him.

You just laughed and went to silence for some seconds, looking at him, and going straight and softly to his mouth. Giving Shigaraki a sloppy kiss, finishing with some pecks and smiles.

This just calmed your whole soul from whatever you were thinking about yourself.

"You wanna about the state I found you?"

He looked at you, ready for listening whatever you wanted to tell him. You decide to open up yourself, he was your boyfriend at all.

You sigh amount of times while tell him about the whole situation, how this sometimes just hurts you inside. He listens carefully and with his full attention to you.

"You know you don't have to hide anything about this from me. I would shut them up in my own way. You know that." You laughed at his violent way to dealing with things.

"I know, I know" You smiled

"And you look... Gorgeous with the outfits you choose. You are really stylish, and you know isn't only me that thinks that about your style. M/n, you will always be respected on L.o.V regardless of the way you want to dress." Shigaraki just had so much struggles to look at you, but his words were honest, you knew that.

You cried so much that you wanted to right now, but couldn't, so you just smiled ear to ear and hugged him, your arms on his neck. His time to buries his head on your neck.

"I love you" You said on his ear. And you could hear an "I love you too" very lower, but you could hear.

Notes from Kyo ♡ : Have a great day, afternoon, night, midnight, mi amores. Remember that you look amazing, whatever you dress doesn't makes you invalid. You are amazing and doing a great job being who you are. Remember that your fav character is absolutely proud of this strong person you are. I love y'all.

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[subwaystragedy]

In The Stall Against The Wall || Shigaraki Tomura x Sub Ftm!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Slight choking is described with obvious themes of brat taming and relatively public sex

Shigaraki was growing irritated, having been teased all throughout the mall as you bend down in front of him with your skirt on, exposing your lingerie slightly from the length not covering enough when you lean down at the hip instead of your knees. Shigaraki having to try and sit comfortably on the bench as you eat, half hard cock annoying him as he shifts in the seat. Looking over at you as you stare at your phone, not paying attention to anything other than the device, your boyfriend watching and waiting for you to finish your small meal, knowing you well enough that if he stands up you’ll follow without question. 

Getting up with you as you go to throw away the wrapper of your food, almost immediately walking off without you as he heads to the bathroom. “Shiggy, where are you going?” you question as you follow behind, his slow pace allowing you to catch up fairly easily, “Bathroom” was all he said in his low and scratchy voice. You hum and follow him, nodding to nothing as you pay attention to your boyfriend and him alone, following him intently as you walk behind him, soon arriving at a bathroom. "Y'know there were a few on the way here babe," you comment, following him into the restroom and moving the lean against the wall.

That is until he commands you to follow him into the stall, "In here," he states, gesturing towards the inside of the last stall in the restroom, confused, you walk over, getting off the wall and follow his order. Entering the enclosed space before him, hearing the stall lock before he speaks lowly, "Strip, I'm tired of your teasing," masking your fear of him with cockyness as you scoff. "Make me," is all you have to say, sticking your tongue out as you turn away from him, the deep grumble he lets out is your typical sign to start listening, but you don't take it, keeping your face towards the wall as you refuse to look at him.

The sudden feeling of his fingers grabbing your face to force you to look at him makes you grateful for his two fingered gloves while you stare at him with wide eyes, face smushed from his tight grasp. "Apologize," is all he says in his low voice, the rasp of it making you wet in your lingerie, like usual. Your confidence is starting to fade but the small bit that remains encourages you to disobey, and so you do, telling him a simple, "No," as you grab his wrist, trying to pull away. The strength he's using to keep you still almost doubles, soon moving from your cheeks to your throat as he turns the both of you to push you against the wall. 

His hand behind your head before you hit the wall to prevent any harm coming your way as he speaks again, "Apologize," it's your final warning, his tone and narrowed eyes tell you so. “N-no,”the waver in your voice shows him he’s already winning, his only response is to huff, amused at your antics, before quickly turning you around and pulling your hips out, forcing you to present your ass to him. “Safe word?” “Apples,” you’re quick to respond, knowing the fate you’ve signed yourself up for. “Good boy” he speaks while rubbing your ass, moving the lingerie away to expose your pussy, “Finally listening to me,” in that low and rumbly voice you love to hear, the wetness only pooling in between your legs as he speaks, and of course, he notices.

Chuckling slightly at the sight before him as he runs two fingers up and down your entrance,” the whimper you let out is involuntary, being used to naturally submitting to the man behind you, covering your mouth quickly only for your lover to tell you demandingly “Move your hand.” His movements don’t still as he continues to tease you, talking again, “Don’t make me repeat it,” is all you can recall before to fingers are shoved inside you, your wetness helping him as he uses the free hand to take both of your arms, forcing them behind your back as you try and wriggle free. Earning a quiet laugh from Shigaraki, as you moan, biting your lip softly as the fight in you leaves, allowing your noises to be muffled just a small bit.

Moving his finger quickly in and out of you as you let out soft and low whines, short whimpers, and quiet moans, feeling his erection against you as he rubs against you best he can with his hand in the way. Laughing to himself before he leans forward to whisper tenderly in your ear, "You're gonna start behaving right?" while picking up the pace with his hand, moving it in a mannerism to rub against your t-dick as he fingers you. The question doesn't register in your head until you hear his voice once more, assertiveness and anger shining through as he speaks, "Right?" nodding slowly as you finally comprehend the question, his comment of, "Good boy," makes you whimper. 

Knowing you gave in rather easily at the slight stimulation, whimpering once more as you feel his fingers leave your cunt, soon being replaced with the tip of his dick as he pushes his still slick fingers into your mouth. Still leaning over you as he talks into your ear again, "Wouldn't want anyone to hear now would we?" making you nod vigorously as you wrap your lips around his fingers, earning a content sigh from the blue haired man behind you. Feeling him slowly enter you has your eyes rolling back in your head, the agonizing pace he sets has you moaning louder than intended as he moves his other hand to your back, forcing you to arch your back.

Feeling him bottom out inside you as you gasp the best you can with his fingers in his mouth, soon going to the front of your throat from him pushing them further into your mouth, making you gag lightly on him. The leisure pace as he simply rolls his hips into you is too much, you need him to fuck you stupid, trying to silently beg as you bounce your hips back to hopefully feel him move quickly, but he quickly takes hold of you hips. The tight grip sure to leave light marks later on in the day, "You want me to fuck you? Apologize," he demands, still rolling his hips gently into you as you let out a prolonged whine.

Removing his fingers to hive you the chance to properly say sorry for your teasing, "'m- 'm sorry,'' is all you have to say as he snickers quietly. Feeling your legs almost give out after he grabs your waist with both hands, having picked up the pace significantly, ensuring that whoever walks in will know of the activities going on in the last stall with the natural sound of skin against skin. The sounds almost echoing as you two fuck, Shigaraki letting out a quick but auditable laugh as he watches you break from something so simply, knowing you love when his dick is deep in your cunt.

Watching you completely fall apart almost immediately as he has to move a hand to your mouth, pulling you back slightly and in turn once again forcing your back to arch. Your hands on the walls of the stall as you hear his belt buckle shake and hit the other wall opposite of yours occasionally, feeling him bottom out and only slightly pull out, going back to rolling his hips. Simply pushing forward with more vigor as sharply thrust. Giving you no time to process the changes of pace as he picks up his movements speed once more, harshly and quickly thrusting into as you silently moan, mouth hung open as you try to speak.

"T-too m-mu-much! Shiggy!" almost whispering as you talk, the words volume in between a yell and hushed tone, too mind fucked to remember exactly where you are. Until you hear the restroom door open, snapping you out of your pleasure-filled trance, Shigaraki himself stopping rything as he turns his head to listen, hearing the bathroom sink run. Feeling cocky and safe within his decision, he starts to slowly push in and out of you, hands still on your waist as he forces you to move along with him, not moving too quickly as to avoid the sounds of sex. Turning back the best you can with a look of worry, he only response by putting his finger to his lips.

Making the "sush" moment as he continues to slowly roll into you once more. Speeding up and thrusting aggressively as he plows into you after hearing the bathroom door open and close once more. Almost screaming behind his hand as he rushes to make you cum, your legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close, "Wanna cum?" is all he has to ask, nodding aggressively in want as he laughs pitifully at you. "Too bad," your whine dragged out and high pitched for your voice, "You'll have to wait til we're back at the hideout," words followed by a sadistic laugh afterwards.

Your whimpers match in an opposite sense of submissiveness versus his dominance, the grunts he lets out tells you he's close, wishing for him to at least cum inside you for some form of dissatisfactory pleasure. Taking your chance to try and move your hips back and forth once again, surprised as he allows you to bounce your hips on him, trying to milk him for all he's worth, looking back one more time as you see his head held back. Hood from his sweater down with his hair fallen back, the look intoxicating as you moan with his hand still on your mouth, watching him as he looks down at you, smirking as he removes his hand from your mouth.

"Be quiet," are the only words he speaks as he holds you still, going impossibly faster as he leans forward over you again, kissing the exposed area of your neck and upper shoulder. Groaning and grunting as you feel him thrust on final time before cumming in your pussy, mouth hanging open as you gasp while eyes rolling back, feeling his warmth fill you up always bring an amazing sensation. Shigaraki himself giving a few final and shallow thrust as he outright moans, hearing it causing your own moans to rip through you, feeling him move the lingerie back into place a s he pulls out, a poor attempt at making his seed stay inside your pussy.

"Be good until we get back and maybe I'll let you cum," he speaks softly and teasingly, once again grabbing your face to make you look at him, tenderly and calming as he turns your head to kiss your lips. The contrast of your soft lips against his rough ones always make you melt, eyes rolling back once more at the feeling. Still bent over as he stands up and walks out of the stall, hearing the water run again as you stand up slowly, back hurting from the position making you arch, walking out with wobbly legs. Going up to him at the wall you were leaning on before you two had sex in the stall, wrapping your arms around his right as you turn to leave the bathroom. 

"Good boy," he kisses your head the best he can with you to his side as you walk out of the bathroom, his hands in his pocket to keep you attached to him with the feeling of his cumming trying to leak out of your sopping cunt. Humming with faked content as your mind now focuses on getting back to the hideout.

[kyo-kris]

Shigaraki Tomura x FTM Reader HEADCANONS

❥ Telling him that you're trans

Fluffy Headcanons.

Pronouns for reader: he/him

♡ You and him were having a chemistry, even if both never would dare to talk about this, and no one from L.o.V (except for Toga. Im sure she would shipp you and Tomura)

♡ Well, but when you noticed that you were liking him, you got nervous. So. Fucking. Nervous. You didn't know that they had a trans member in L.o.V and you were afraid of being just rejected or humiliated because of your gender.

♡ Well, you decided one night to open up to Twice about your gender, you were fucking SHAKING. Ending up discovering the trans member and that nobody gives a damn for what you identify yourself, as long as you are strong and help them, you will be respected.

➥ (If you don't like Twice, just imagine another member or you discovering by yourself that information) (pls who doesn't like him...)

♡ This information just relaxed you so much, and you just felt safe to talk about it to Shigaraki. But now how would you do it was the problem. He was always busy with his plans.

♡ But one day, you found your chance. Only him in living room, the others were outside doing different things. Doesn't matters. You took the advantage and courage (of course the courage of a few months thinking about this).

♡ You wasn't totally surprise because you knew about the member, but you hadn't seem any expression so genuinely like this. People tries to support or show that they support you, or they treat you differently (most time in a bad way). But this pookie? Nah. He was just "ok, and?"

♡ "W-what do you mean with 'ok, and?', you already knew it??" you asked with wide eyes, but at the same time you were so greatful for him not turn this a headache.

♡ "No? I mean, good for you, I'll keep calling you the same way as I always did." He said, same expression as if you just told him that you were going to sleep or something like that.

♡ "Thanks. I always feel like if I don't tell, the person will be mad or feel trapped. It happens more than I wish"

♡ "Trapped? What the fuck. Why would I?" You didn't know if was a rhetorical question or you had to answer it, but you just let a light laugh come out.

♡ "Is that all the reason you wanted to tell me you are trans?" He seemed to notice your nervous face.

♡ "Do you... Do you wanna go out with me sometime?" You felt your cheek burning like a fire "y-you don't have to accept, I was just wondering maybe we.. Uhm could-"

♡ "Yes" He coldly (or softly. You were too nervous to notice) said, turning his head away from your look.

♡ "What?" You heard it right?

♡ "Don't make me repeat myself" You thought maybe he was annoyed or impatient, but it wasn't, he was blushing as hell. And when you noticed, you made your way to tease

♡ "Whoa you're so red. Are you running a fever?" You tried your best to hold back your laugh

♡ "Im changing my mind!" His voice was slightly shaking, and you also noticed that, but decided to keep to yourself. It was just so cute seeing him like this!

♥︎ You could see a short smile on his face. Maybe you didn't need to be nervous at all. Everything went right.

Notes from Kyo ♡: Hello again! Well, my "I wanna feel safe and loved" is here, isn't? Two fluffy posts and the same character XD. Now you can suggest anything on my blog, can be anonymous too, feel free.

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