Thinking about lazy kisses with Prompto, after a long day of running around with the boys he just collapses into bed with you, lazily pressing his lips against whatever skin he can find. Tiredly slurring his words as he snuggles into you, face firmly planted in the crook of your neck because that's his favourite spot, arms wrapped around your waist like he'll never let you go again. He's a real cuddler when tired (he's ALWAYS a cuddler but even more so after a long day).
[cowboy!Sylus x sheep hybrid!reader] Sylus feeds you strawberries. | fluff, unedited
A familiar head of white hair, carrying a sweet scent, steps into the barn.
"Sy!"
"Hi, sweetie," he drawls once his eyes land on you lounging against one of the resting horses. He raises a wicker basket covered with a checkered cloth. "Guess what I have for you."
You scramble up to meet him halfway, already salivating, and grab at the basket. He raises it above his head before you can snatch it.
"Ah, patience," he says, poking your forehead back. "I know you're excited."
"I'm hungry," you huff, crossing your arms.
He strides over to a hay bale and pats the spot beside him. "Caleb didn't give you breakfast?"
You think of the full spread Caleb had laid out for you this morning, like always, and almost start drooling. But one peek at the bright red strawberries tucked away in his basket, your stomach starts to growl again.
You shrug, pawing at his shoulder. "I want more."
Sylus flips the cloth off the basket to reveal fresh strawberries. You peek around him at the barn enterance for any sign of Caleb. He hates when Sylus gives you treats. Not because he doesn't want you having any, but because he wants to be the only person who gives you treats.
You don't think that's fair. Everyone should give you treats.
"Alright, open up for me."
Sylus lifts a strawberry to your lips, and you part them to bite into the tangy fruit. Juice smears against your lips and trickles down your chin. He wipes it away with his thumb, tracing up your chin to your lower lip.
He eyes the way your lips, soft and plush, glisten. "Good?"
You nod, opening your mouth again, eager for more. He hand feeds you a couple more until the basket is nearly empty and he has edged closer to you, thigh touching, shoulders pressed against each other. You bite off another piece, cheeks happy and round, completely oblivious to how close you've got to him.
Someone clears their throat from the entrance. Caleb leans against the open barn door, arms crossed, with a cold glower. "Am I interrupting?"
Sylus is unphased by his sudden appearance, but you yelp, huddling behind Sylus's back.
"No, we were just finishing."
"Great!" Caleb's voice drips with sarcasm. "I think the pig pen could use a clean. Do you mind?"
Sylus licks off the lingering juices left on his fingers and leans in close. You almost think he's going to kiss you until he stops just short of your fluffy ears. "This was fun. I'll see you later."
You whisper your own goodbye with a giggle and watch him leave with the basket, sparing one last glance over his shoulder before he disappears around the door. No doubt you'll see him later, maybe with blueberries!
A/N — if you’re reading this, you’re my strawbaby! let me know if you’d like to see more hybrid stuff <333 divider: @/strangergraphics
What about Hakari on his knees, groaning and eating out his girl after she’s had a long and stressful day of being done with everyone. All she wants is to just boss her big hunk of a boyfriend around to make her feel good and said big hunk of a boyfriend listens and begs for more.
being hakari’s cute girlfriend that he bounces on his cock and sits beside him with a hand on your tits that fondle you while he’s betting </3
being hakari’s girlfriend who he ignores but slips his cock out to feed it to you when you’re being whiny </3
being hakari’s girlfriend who he totes around and gives stacks of money for spending sprees he later calls you out on even if he was the one to demand you dress up cute for him </3
f. megumi x reader wc: 393 cw: nonchalant gumi(not really, idk), cutesy fluff, a kiss, lmk if i missed anything!
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The photobooth was stuffy. Megumi was only doing this for your satisfaction (and because he loved the way your eyes lit up when he agreed). “Can you hurry? I don’t fit in here.” He watched as you adjusted the photobooth settings, a concentrated look on your face.
“Shh, you fit just fine!” Plus, you were in his lap, so he literally had all of the seat to himself. After jamming four quarters into the coin slot, you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, “Smile, Megumi.”
He wanted to be nonchalant so badly, but you knew exactly how to crack him. His lips tugged up in the slightest grin, which was just enough to make you feel giddy. You looked back at the camera and pressed the button to start the pictures.
Large numbers counting down flashed on the screen. When it came down to number one, both of you smiled and let the machine do its job. When the first picture registered, you couldn’t help but giggle, “Okay, okay… do a heart pose with me.”
He knew you were serious, and it was hopeless to argue. He lifted his right hand to finish your heart, staring at you when the camera flashed. “Aww, that one’s so cute! Two more, what should we do?”
Megumi shrugged, “A kiss?” His arms looped around your waist, holding you close. You agreed and pressed your lips onto his, waiting for the camera to take the picture before pulling away. His cheeks were burning up, and the photobooth wasn’t helping.
Megumi rested his chin on your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You smiled, knowing he was feeling shy about the whole situation. “One last one, Megs…” Your boyfriend lifted his head, still resting against your shoulder as he looked into the camera.
The camera took the shot, you in his lap while he held you close. A few seconds later, two strips of pictures came out of the photobooth. “One for you, one for me!”
He took the strip of pictures, admiring them as if they were newly discovered treasures. He smiled, knowing exactly where he would put these up in his room. He loves when you force him to do these kinds of things because, at the end, the results always made him so happy. So happy to have you.
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mar's note: kinda sloppy and rushed</3... but after watching the episodes that dropped today, i had to write for him!
Serendipitous. That's what Izuku calls meeting you.
His broad hand squeezes your knee every time his friends make him laugh, fingers twitching firm, as if he's worried you've slip out from under him if given the chance. His eyes flicker towards you every other moment, searching between your two eyes and lips for something you can't name. When you slide your arm under his, Izuku practically melts into the contact.
"And I told him-" Denki makes a sweeping gesture with his wine glass and a splatter of red spills across the table. The gaggle of friends groans and boos, one jumping up for napkins, another apologizing to the waiter, who's already a bit annoyed with the group. "Fuck, sorry!"
Even in a busy restaurant, the group manages to be too loud. Apparently pro heroes live by the 'work hard, play hard' mentality. All of them are three sheets to the wind; even your sweet Izuku is rosy cheeked and hiccuping, while nerves have kept you from even finishing your first drink.
"Calm down, Sparky-" The mullet headed guy says from over his glass. Sero, you remember. The taste of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes ever since he took a 'bathroom' break earlier. "You're making us look bad in front of Deku's girl!"
Izuku laughs. It's obvious that you don't quite fit into this group. You don't laugh quick enough or loud enough, don't know the jokes they've shared for years. Pretending you're one of them is the performance of a life time-
"No, don't say that!" you insist. "I'm just happy to be here!"
- and, fuck, you're doing better than expected.
"We're happy you're here!" Mina, this pink haired, pink skinned goddess says. There's an effortlessly cool vibe about her, one that Ochako seems enamored with. "Deku's been obsessed with you-"
"-it's like. Weird." Denki cuts it. Wine is dribbles down his white shirt. "I was kinda worried you were a sex doll or something."
"Whoa, hey, don't say that!" Izuku nearly jumps out of his skin.
"Don't pretend you aren't a weird sex freak! Remember your-"
"Whoa! Hey!" Izuku insists.
"This guy might wear your skin, girl-"
"How did you two meet again?" Bakugo cuts in. His voice is heavy, nearly somber as his gaze drags over you. You aren't exactly sure that you did to get on the man's bad side, but you know
"Mi-- Izuku," you correct yourself, patting his bicep. The man blushes deeper at his given name, leaning further into you. "You should tell the story."
Your boyfriend lights up, his already dopey smile widening. He's a romantic at heart, basking into every cute moment you've shared like it's some schmaltz-y romantic novel.
"Well," he sighs happily. Under the low light of the bar, his curls are dark and glossed, with perfect little pin curls in the back of his neck. The hand on your knee squeezes again, gentler this time. with a growing affection. "It had been raining all week and I had brought my umbrella to work that morning, but when school was over, it was just gone. I turned over the whole staff lounge and it was just gone."
"It was probably Aizawa," Denki cuts in.
"I've never seen him use an umbrella actually. He just... gets wet, it's kind of strange." Izuku pauses to hiccup, rubbing his chest with his knuckles. "But I was running down the street, my brief case over my head-" He mimics it with his hands and his friend group erupts into laughter-- minus Bakugo, who hasn't looked away from you. "And then I turn the corner-"
"And wham!" you finish for him, clapping your hands together for effect.
"Wham! We ran right into each other headfirst!" Izuku agrees. You like how his freckles wrinkle when he smiles too widely. His eyes get so bright when he thinks about you, so shiny and wide that you think he may cry. "She fell into this puddle and had this awful nosebleed, her umbrella's just thrown in the air. She looked-- well, kind of like Denki does right now."
The blonde scoffs.
"I felt so bad and I was trying to get out my handkerchief. I told her: 'I couldn't see because of my briefcase, I'm so sorry!' And she sits there, nose broken, mind you, looking up at me, and then-"
"-and then-" you add on.
"And then." Bakugo's tone is unamused. The pink girl nudges him hard with her elbow, but he doesn't change expression, locked on to you with a tight frown. It makes your palms sweat, the way he looks at you like he knows-
"She reaches into her bag and pulls out a second umbrella!" Izuku says. "Like it was fate!"
"I told him that he could keep it if he gave me his phone number," you add on. You need Bakugo to like you. It's important Izuku's best friend likes you, or else everything going forward is going to be difficult.
But the blonde doesn't melt. He pushes his soda around in its ring of condensation, spiraling it in tight circles. His eyes are narrowed.
"How long ago was this?"
"Three months ago," you answer quickly.
"What-"
"That's really cute, 'zuku," Ochako cuts in. Izuku and her used to date apparently, but both insist nothing is left between them. You're apt to believe them; the energy feels too normal between them-
and Izuku is simply too in love with you to have anyone else on his mind.
"Serendipity," Izuku sighs, leaning over to place the cutest of kisses right on your forehead. The group coos, most of them sarcastically.
It's too early for him to say he loves you, but you know he wants to. It hangs in every silence between you, those tender moments you share when no one is watching. Truthfully, you aren't ready for him to say it-- you need to steel yourself a bit more before you can handle that.
"What's your job?" Bakugo cuts in again.
"I'm in freelance-"
He leans forward on to the table with a sniff and a twitch of his upper lips. "You from here?"
The pin of his gaze makes your stomach turn, and you're suddenly clinging hard to Izuku, pressing your leg into his. "I'm from north Hokkaido."
"You don't speak the dialect."
"I do when I'm visiting family," you explain. "It's not as strong of a dialect as Kansai, so it's not as noticeable."
"Sounds more Ryukyuan to me."
"It's not."
Izuku laughs, but this time its uncomfortably.
"Alright, this isn't an interview," he says, but Bakugo presses on.
"Where did you live before here?" the blonde says.
"What's your problem, dude?" Sero says, smile half cocked and brows half furrowed. "You're being so fucking weird."
Bakugo scans your face for a long while and you nearly shake from the intensity of it.
"I've seen her before."
Anyine who said Bakugo Katsuki isn't a scary man would be lying. He's broad and muscular, sure, but the terror comes from his boring, unrelenting glare. You nearly choke on your own spit when he says that, when he opens his mouth for more-
Before either of you can say anything, the group is at your back. Ochako is patting your shoulder, Denki is booing audibly. The support does nothing to heat the chill that's run down your spine.
"She lives here, Kacchan. You've probably seen her on the street," your boyfriend explains, more firm than you've ever heard them.
"Yeah, you probably, like, do laundry at the same place," Denki chimes in. The red head agrees, but it's warbled under alcohol. The room suddenly feels stuffy and thick, the humidity sticking in your lungs, but you try to hold it together-
"That's not it," Bakugo insists.
"I'm--" Your voice jumps in your throat and the gang goes silent. You stand are elegantly as you can muster, brushing off your pants to avoid their eyes. "I'm gonna use the bathroom."
You turn on your heel and walk away as calmly and as quickly as you can muster.
"What's wrong with you?" Mina scolds.
"I've fucking seen her before-"
"Baby-"
You beeline towards the back, ducking into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. Someone's outside, calling your name, but you don't respond. You need a moment before you figure out what you're gonna do when you go back out there. Instead, you take a deep breath and pull out your phone, mashing in a number that you have memorized. The line rings only once before it's answered.
"What's the word?" the voice on the other side crackles.
"Dynamight is on to me."
You think that if Izuku ever found out how un- serendipitous your meeting really was, how many hours of planning, following, and observing it really took, he'd be heartbroken.
(No actual smut but it's steamy so Read More just cus)
It starts with Kirara flirting with you to make Hakari jealous. Not anything serious, she just wanted to see what would happen.
She does this by paying more attention to you, touching you more, complementing you more and just being more flirtatious in general. Hakari knows what she's doing obviously, he does find it amusing that you don't seem to know what's going on.
So one day you're training your technique in the fight club training room and they're just watching from the side on a battered couch. Hakari pulls her onto his lap.
"You don't think I know what you're doing?" He says down at her, lazily stroking his hand up her thigh.
She pouts at him, "I don't know what you're talking about, Kin."
He scoffs and looks over at where you're trying to perfect a specific stance for your technique.
"Didn't even work, That dumbass can't take a hint." He mumbles resting his head back, still watching you.
"Well maybe I should try harder."
Kirara says, staring at the same place her boyfriend is.
"Good luck with that, Babe" he chuckles out patting her thigh.
She huffs at the condescending tone and brings all her attention back to him. "Cmon~ you never thought about it Kin?"
"bout what?" He knows what she's talking about and yes, he definitely has but he wants her to say it.
"bout the three of us..." she trails her slender fingers up his chest, looking up at him with lidded eyes, "Together."
Her fingers trails up his neck as she leaves light kisses there and he slides his hand up under the hem of her shorts to squeeze her ass. He leans back and hums for her to continue. She leans closer to his ear, "You could fuck them while they fuck me, or we could both suck you off." Her hand goes to palm the growing bulge in his pants as he smirks and closes his eyes, imagining the pretty picture she's painting for him. "Or we could fuck and have them watch, or you could both double team me, or we could-"
"OH MY GOD! COULD YOU GUYS NOT FUCK IN FRONT OF ME FOR EVEN A SECOND??!"
They both pause and turn their heads to look at you with wide eyes. You stand there, hands on your hips in your compression shirt and sweatpants. You've been trying to concentrate on your training while the lovers mumble and whisper to each other about whatever.
You've gotten used to feeling like a third wheel being around them so often, living with them, working with them. That doesn't mean it didn't bother you when you look over at them and they're half way to fucking right there!
After a second of silence they both let out light laughs. Both amused at your bothered state and the fact that they'd gotten so distracted with their shared daydream.
"Sorry, Y/n!" Kirara yells back, trying to look apologetic. Hakari grins at you and stands up, hauling Kirara in his arms as he walks out of the training room, a clear destination in mind. Kirara giggles as Hakari kisses her neck, her eyes still on you, waving goodbye as the door closes behind them.
You huff in disbelief, looking around the now empty room, definitely not imagining what your two friends are doing together in their room. You go back to training, trying to ignore the heat building in your lower regions.
After this, the couple gets a lot more touchy in front of you, even more than they already were. They also get more touchy with you. Hakari touches your waist and lower back when he's walking past you, he presses you up against the kitchen counter pretending he's trying to reach something above you. Kirara snuggles up to you on the couch and even gives you "friendly" cheek kisses. They also get much louder when they fuck, their moans and bed squeaking being very audible from your room right next door. Unknown to you, they can also hear the frustrated hushed groans coming from your side of the wall right after they fuck.
Safe to say you're pretty sexually frustrated as you sit on the couch trying to watch TV. The two menaces smirk at each other in the hallway, Hakari pats Kirara on her ass, encouraging her to prance into the living room and plop herself right next to you.
"Hey Y/n, You doing alright?"
She feigns concern, pressing up to your side, arms hugging one of yours.
"I'm fine, why?" You answer, confusion present in the tone.
"Well you just seem kinda...moody." She says leaning her cheek on your shoulder.
"Moody?" You arch a brow at her.
"Yeah, just- I dunno. You seem bothered, pent-up....tense." she starts massaging your arm before she places a hand on your thigh.
"Is there anything I can do?"
She says leaning closer to say it into your ear. That's when you realise what's actually happening.
"Uh No Kira it's alright. I'm f-" As you try to get up she pulls you down again and straddles you. Your wide eyes look into her pretty droopy ones, your hands hover in the air on either side of her waist, not sure what to do.
She runs her hands up your chest and shoulders, lowering herself until she rests her groin on yours. You sigh at the feeling and the way she's looking at you until you snap yourself out of it.
"What about Hakari?" Genuine concern very present in your hushed voice. As annoying as the couple was you didn't want to be the reason a perfectly good relationship ends.
"What about me?" A low voice hums right next to your ear, you were so caught up you didn't even notice Hakari leaning over the back of the couch. You suck in a breath, Is he mad at me? Is he mad at Kirara? Am I a homewrecker? You're so caught up in your panic that it takes you a minute to register Hakari's tone. Not one of anger but instead very amused.
Kirara giggles at your reaction and takes your hands in hers to place them on her bare waist. "Poor Y/n, so frustrated, huh Kin?" She says while softly kissing up your neck along your jaw, her cold piercings making you shiver. She slowly starts to grind down on your crotch. Hakari hums in agreement and gently places a hand around your neck to keep you from squirming away while he slowly kisses and licks down the other side of your neck to your shoulder.
"We can help with that." He says against the skin where your shoulder and neck meet before biting down.
ugh having hakari as that one ex boyfriend who will always shit on your present relationships—
like you guys broke up over him always being at clubs or gambling, a fair reason to break up in his eyes, but he gotta do what he gotta do. doesnt mean hes happy over it, but seeing you with a new dude? oh hes fucking cocky.
“new man, girlie?” he draws out, the vape leaving his lips and lazily looking to you. you nod, on your phone and licking your lips. “let me meet him.”
“uhm, no?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “youre my ex for a reason.”
“uh, okay ouch.” he dramatizes, blowing smoke. “we still friends, aint’ we?” he asked, his hands on his thighs. “just looking out for my friends.”
you sigh.
“no, kinji, youre not meeting my boyfriend.”
“why the hell not? tell him to come over here tonight.” he baits you, eyes fixed on you and licking his lips. the evening sun always knew how to put all eyes on your beautiful deep and rich skin.
“that would mean id have to leave.” you protest, failing for his bait. you quickly realize, and you groan.
“so,” he starts, a chuckle to his voice and he leans forward with the vape between his pointer and middle finger. “man has no car? how is he gon’ get you if you need him?”
“kin—“
“aht!” he hushes you, making you bite your cheek in irritation. “how is he gonna take you to where you wan’ go to?” he asks, looking to you. “you gotta call your ex boyfriend to take you to your hair appointments and get your nails done.” he smirks. “matter of fact, tell him to uber here.”
a moment of silence washes over the conversation, and you breathe through your nose and look away.
“girl,” he barks, leaning back and spreading his thighs more— that delicious manspread he always did drove you mad and your center gets gooey. “let me get this straight—“
“you date me, a dude who actually has money— and a vehicle, but then downgrade to a broke lame dude?” he chuckled out his question, “i fuckin knew it.”
“kinji, chill out.” you nervously laugh, eyes wandering to his thighs.. where his delightful cock laid beneath his jeans. “it— its different, he doesnt have a job like yours.”
“you right, he ain’t got no job.” he retorts, watching your line of sight to his growing cock. he grabs himself through his jeans, making a show of his arousal and desire. “im an ex for a reason, pretty.” he purrs, biting his lip. “butttt, if you want this thick cock just fer’ you.. all you have to do is send that text and get on your back.”
“my back?” you choke out, the dick trance leaving you. “why?”
he cocks his head, eyes roaming over your body. “have i ever made you suck this dick before ive eaten yer’ creamy pussy?” he already knew the answer, watching your thighs tremble. “ gon’ head and send that weak breakup text, or you can watch me watch you.”
