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bitchin’ rides: the sequel | jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

genre: racer!au, smut, angst (kinda), jealousy, fluff

warnings: another wild ride (lol get it?), racing, dangerous driving, street racing, jealous, sex, angry sex, choking, face slapping, blood choking (he’s like really jealous lol), unprotected sex (stay safe), creampies (yes multiple), cockwarming, creaming, cum eating (sigh), cum play (lol), cum drinking (yes, again), spanking, hair pulling, oral (remale and male receiving), bondage, overstimulation, forced/multiple orgasms, dirty talk. 

summary: you and Jungkook have known each other for 8 months, and have been dating for 6 1/2 months. he’s still racing and you’re still in college, close to earning your associate’s degree. problems arise, however, when his racer buddies show up at your front door; his jealousy.

Turning over and yawning, you wince slightly at the annoying alarm going off on your boyfriend’s cellphone, causing you to groan, pressing snooze. Noticing Jungkook is still sound asleep, you untangle his arm from around your waist, rolling out of the bed, yawning and then stretching. Slipping into his, quite large, white t-shirt, you head downstairs to cook breakfast for the both of you. 

Flipping the pancake in the pan, you exhale as you feel a pair of cool hands lift up your (his) shirt and begin to leave a trail of goosebumps as they travel up your thighs and to your hips, exposing your upper thighs and lower belly. You feel his lips press against the quickly heating skin of your neck. He begins sucking over a bruise he placed there last night, darkening it. You begin to feel yourself getting slick, your panties sticking to your center uncomfortably. You whine when he squeezes your hips. “Jungkook, what about breakfast”, you huff out. He presses his erection into your ass, smirking against your skin, “I want you for breakfast, baby”.

He flips you around turning the stove off and lifting you onto the counter. Dropping the spatula, you open your legs and he steps between them, placing kisses against your temple. Wrapping your bare thighs around his waist, you kiss up his jawline, sucking your own version of dark marks into his unblemished skin. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips at the whimper that graces his skin, forced out of your mouth at his unexpected fingers plucking at your nipples. “You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, twisting your hardened buds in his gentle yet firm grip. You whine, enjoying how easily he can draw this submissive side out of you. You just loved how he could get you there so quickly.

A knock at the front door causes him to halt, your eyes fluttering open in confusion; you didn’t hear a thing. Of course, until a deep male voice called out, “Jeon”, and your boyfriend let out a slightly irritated sigh, lifting his head from the crevice in your neck. His jaw ticks as he finally catches your gaze, “Go get dressed”, and to avoid your upcoming protests, he places four quick pecks to your lips. He attempts to pull away, but you whine, tightening your thighs around his waist, “Daddy”, and he sighs, already beginning to feel his cock stiffening, “Baby, please don’t do this right now”, and they knock again. You stare, pouting for a moment, before ultimately releasing his waist. He flashes his bunny teeth at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, cheonsa”, he whispers against your skin before rushing off to answer the door, and as he does, you hop off the counter and head upstairs to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate.

Changing in the bedroom, you hear your front door open and soft voices from behind the closed door. Doing the basics, you hurry to finish getting dressed before you’re exiting the shared bedroom and out to the living room, six different men standing around and Jungkook in the middle. 

You stand in the doorway for a while longer before Jungkook turns his head and sends you a soft smile, motioning you over to come sit on his lap. Doing so, he wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, half interested in what his ‘friends’ are saying. Half of his attention is on you, his lips rubbing against the shell of your ear before he ultimately turns his attention back to the men speaking. 

It seems like you’ve caught the end of the conversation, however, because by the time you actually tune into listening, they seem like they’re waiting for your boyfriend’s response. 

Clearing his throat, Jungkook speaks up, “Well, if they want a race, then we’ll give them one. What’s their bet”, he hums, his hand dropping down to your lower back. They all send each other a look before the leader of the group seems to let out a heavy sigh, sending a glance your way. 

“Well, if you lose, they want Y/n..”, he mutters, trying to gauge how violent Jungkook’s reaction would be. Surprisingly, he stays silent, but what gives him away is the grip at your lower waist, tightening and making you shift in his lap. “You don’t have to take up the bet, of course, but Jungkook you’re our best racer and we need this territory. You’ve never lost a race, this time wouldn’t be any different, just what’s at stake.”

The guy has a point and instead of being afraid, you turn to Jungkook and grab his arm, squeezing it before kissing the bridge of his nose and he looks at you. “They have a point”, you start, your voice soothing the fire in his eyes, “We both know you wouldn’t lose me. Just do it”, and his eyes widen. He looks at you for a few seconds before nodding, his eyes darting back to his friends.

“Fine, when’s the race?”

“Tonight.”

Pulling up to the starting line, you rest your hand on Jungkook’s thigh, feeling the way his muscles tense in anxiety. Tracing a pattern on his jeans, you look up at him and find his eyes staring straight at you, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “You don’t need to do this”, he murmurs under his breath, his hand dropping to squeeze yours.

“I know, but I want to. I believe in you, baby”, you whisper, leaning across the arm rest to kiss his lips, “You won’t let them win”, you murmur against his plush skin. Jungkook kisses you back with fervor, his hand coming to cup the back of your neck possessively. 

Climbing out of the car, you watch as Jungkook makes his way over to his crew, waving at them while he leaves you resting against the hood of his car. Your eyes follow him before your friend Natasha steps into view, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. “Y/n! I’ve missed you”, she mumbles into your shoulder, rubbing your back before pulling away and smiling at you. 

“Hey Natts, what’re you doing here”, you ask her, scooting over to make room against the car. She leans back with you and eyes her own lover, Taehyung. “Came to support Tae, you know we’ve been dating now”, she chuckles. You laugh, rolling your eyes, “No shit? Really”, you sarcastically remark before giggling along with your friend. 

Suddenly, though, Nat stops laughing before arching her eyebrow. “What the fuck is she doing”, she mutters, nodding her head towards the guys. Looking over, you catch Jungkook’s ex girlfriend Carly, her hands wrapped around her bicep as she laughs at something that no one else found funny. Jungkook seems uneasy but nevertheless, laughs along with her. 

A fire of jealousy burns in your belly as you push off from the car, making your way around dancing bodies until you’re standing behind Carly. Clearing your throat, she turns around and immediately stops grinning. Jungkook does the same, shrugging her hands off and fixing his eyes on your face, trying to figure out your reaction. You do nothing but step around her and tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side, his hand coming to securely wrap around your waist. 

“Hey there, Carrie”, you mutter, purposely fucking up her name, “How’ve you been?”. She rolls her eyes before crossing her arms, “It’s Carly-”, you cut her off. “I don’t fucking care. Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll break them off”, you hiss, and Jungkook whips his head down to look at you, his eyes widened slightly. 

She huffs before stomping off, her flimsy skirt swaying behind her. Jungkook turns to you before biting his lip, “Someone’s a bit jealous, aren’t they”, he chuckles, pulling you closer by your hips. You chuckle before twisting out his grip, “Yeah, whatever”, and sulk back over to your bestfriend. Jungkook watches with a smirk on his face, shaking his head before turning to finish going over the plan with his crew. 

Once you’re in front of your bestfriend, you’re about to inform her about what happened but someone’s hands wrap around your waist instead, and you have the split thought it’s your boyfriend. But a different voice proves you wrong.

Jungkook should’ve been paying more attention to you, especially considering how you were dressed. That thought hits him when his eyes find you struggling to get one of his racing opponents off you.

What the fuck?

You don’t know what you expected Jungkook to do once he saw the guy harassing you, but you knew it probably wasn’t going to be gentle. What you didn’t expect was for Jungkook to snatch him off you and deliver a firm punch to the guy’s mouth. He swears at the undoubtedly hard hit, blood pooling in his mouth as he speaks, “What the fuck was that for, Jeon”, and Jungkook’s jaw ticks, anger swimming in his eyes. “Keep your hands off my girl”, he all but growls. 

Grabbing your elbow, he pulls you away from the crowd and back towards the starting line. Walking up to the passenger side of his car, he opens the door and nudges you toward it, “Get in the car, Y/n”, and before you reply, he presses his lips to yours hard, his eyes open and staring into your own; there was a burning jealousy in his gaze, mixed with anger, love and adoration all at once. Guilt consumes you and you obediently slide into the seat once he breaks the kiss, the door slamming shut behind you. 

A few minutes later, he’s sitting next to you on the driver’s side, checking his car and testing god knows what without even sparing you a glance. You decide to use the uncomfortable silence as a chance to actually speak up, “Jungkook, I can explain-”, and his head whips to look at you. “Stop talking, Y/n”, and your mouth shuts instantly. “I don’t feel like talking about the fact I can’t trust my girlfriend alone”, he mutters carelessly as if that one sentence didn’t just cause your heart to stutter in your chest. Jungkook could be cruel when he was upset, but it still didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips and his head turned to actually look at you. The obvious hurt on your face and the tears pooling in your eyes caused his mouth to open, but before he could speak, knuckles knock at the driver side window.

Turning your head as tears fall down your cheeks, you listen as your face reflects on the window. “Are you ready”, the referee asks, and Jungkook sighs before nodding, rolling his window back up and starting his engine. He looks over at you and rubs your thigh, sighing quietly before leaning over to kiss your cheek; an apology. “Baby, put your seat belt on.”

A few minutes pass and the referee is counting down. Nervousness pools in your gut, but you notice Jungkook is calm so you try to relax and give off good vibes to keep the atmosphere steady. The last thing you need is for Jungkook to lose because of your nerves. Nodding at the ref, Jungkook revs his engine and the opponent revs back. You watch the racers standing at the edges to cheer for your boyfriend. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as the referee drops the flag and Jungkook’s foot slams down on the gas pedal, the car racing forward. 

Jungkook’s knuckles turn white with the strength of his grip on the steering wheel, his other hand shifting to grip the gear stick. Coming up on a turn, Jungkook doesn’t hit the corner fast enough, his opponent jumping the curb and snatching that small width of space and pulling ahead. You hear your boyfriend swear, his jaw tight with irritation at the action. You grab his hand on the gear stick, squeezing it reassuringly. His head snaps to you, forgetting you were there, and then his gaze drops to your hand and back to the road. He needed more.

In a short burst of courage, you let his hand go and scoff, “Cmon Kook, are you really about to let this fucker win”, you ask rhetorically, “Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe he’ll actually please me”, you snap, wanting to give life to the possessiveness living inside him. Lucky for you both, it works, the idea of losing you getting under his skin. Just as the finish line is approaching, Jungkook turns on his nitro boost and his car jets past the other, crossing the finish line first. 

He yanks the steering wheel, halting the car and getting out, the opponent pulling past and stopping as well. Watching, you see Jungkook shake his hand, his eyes still dark. You also watch as his crew member and friend, Jimin, approaches him and asks your boyfriend what time he’s coming to the victory party. But to your surprise,Jungkook shakes his head and heads back towards you and the car. Opening his car door, he slides in next to you, closing the door and pulling out his phone. You watch as he orders something and then slips it back into his pocket, starting the engine and heading in the opposite direction. 

“Kook, why aren’t you going to your victory party-”, but he shushes you, stopping at a red light. He peeks over at you before tilting his head, “I’ll be too busy teaching my girl how to watch her mouth”.

Stopping in front of your apartment complex, Jungkook parks at the curb and tells you to get out as he does the same, locking the doors. Before you can begin walking to the door, Jungkook scoops you up into his arms, throwing your smaller body over his shoulder. You yelp as he delivers a firm spank to your ass, no doubt leaving a mark. Chuckling darkly, he opens your front door and sets you down on your feet, a smirk on his face.

Before you even get the chance to speak, Jungkook’s hand comes up and grasps your throat tightly, cutting off a sliver of oxygen. You don’t fight back, letting him back you up against the door and pressing you to it. His eyes glow with lust and that familiar fire; jealousy. He gives you a sinister smile, squeezing to the point where your mouth drops open in a gasp, drool pooling on your tongue. Jungkook takes the chance to spit into your mouth, gripping your jaw with his other hand and forcing it closed. “Swallow”, he growls. You do. 

Your eyes close when he begins to lean forward, instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he sucks your bottom flesh between his teeth, gnawing at the soft, plush lip and enjoying the whimper that creeps up your throat. He swallows it down, his hand tightening around your throat more. Your eyes begin to roll and you stomp your foot, the lack of oxygen causing your head to swim in arousal and adrenaline. 

He latches his lips over yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth, stepping forward to press his body against yours. In a fit of brattiness, you playfully nip at his tongue causing him to grunt in irritation. He pulls away, slapping your cheek slightly and you let out a whine. To shut you up, Jungkook drops his hands from your figure, instead reaching down to remove his belt. You know what’s coming next, instinctively holding out your wrists. 

The corners of his mouth lift up into an approving grin, beginning to wrap the belt around your wrists, effectively tying you up. Looking into his eyes, you see that gentleness fade, his gaze now holding the darkness it did before. 

Excited, he pushes you down by your shoulder to your knees, looking down at you expectantly. Without breaking eye contact, he continues to unbuckle his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and his dark boxers following. You notice he’s wearing the boxers you bought him, and your heart flutters at the small thought of it. He sees the smile spreading in your eyes and chuckles, that dominant side faltering slightly as his hand drops to your cheek, stroking the heated skin.

Just as quickly as it appeared, you cause it to wither, “Now show me how to watch my mouth, Sir”, and that dark look is back, a snarl gracing his lips. “I plan to, now open up, slut”.

Obediently opening your mouth, your gaze drops to his awaiting cock, the sight causing a breath to stutter in your lungs before you inhale sharply. You could never get over his size; the sheer length and thickness of him caused your mouth to water. Sticking your tongue out, Jungkook watched as drool dripped off the tip of it. He grips the heavy weight of his cock, rubbing his tip against your tongue, the salty precum causing your saliva glands to produce more at the tangy taste.

Deciding to bypass all the bullshit, you envelope his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his slit. The action gives you the exact reaction you want. He moans loudly, his head tossing back, “Fuck, darling”, it comes out as a broken whine which soaks your panties further. Jungkook loses his patience, pushing his hips forward and causing you to gag. He grabs your head, thrusting shallowly into the back of your throat, hitting it and causing tears to fall down your cheeks and onto his fingers. 

Jungkook’s head is tossed back when you look up at him through your eyelashes, his throat bobbing in pleasure. He swears, the next time he thrusts his hips, you lift your head and instead of him hitting the back of your throat, he goes down it. 

You swallow around him and he whines, “Shit, baby, do that again”, he moans, cupping your cheek. You obey, swallowing around his cock and he fists your hair, cumming down your throat. Swallowing gulps of it down, he pulls out of your mouth once you’ve finished, his cock still very much hard. 

He pulls you up, turning you around and walking you toward the dining room table, his lips pressing into the heated skin of your neck, sucking dark marks into the unblemished skin. Your cheeks darken, heating up at the gush of wetness that rushes out of your cunt, your knees trembling when he grips your ass.

Bending you over the dining table, he reaches around the front of your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, leaving your soaked panties to stick to your cunt. He drops down to his knees, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a yelp when you feel his teeth sink into the curve of your ass cheek, your back arching. One hand crawls up and presses into the dip in your spine, holding you to the table.

His lips work their way up to the covered cunt in front of him, panties soaked with wetness. He buries his nose into your cunt, inhaling before kissing your labia, ghosting his lips down over your clit. You stomp your foot, and Jungkook slaps your ass in warning. “Behave”, he growls out, yet you whine in protest.

Listening to your pleas, finally, Jungkook pulls your panties to the side, sticking his tongue out to prod at your leaking entrance. You moan out his name, your forehead dropping against the polished wood of your dining room table. In a new burst of motivation, he latches his soft lips over your flit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Bringing his hand up, his index finger pokes at your entrance, pushing in and settling against your tight, warm walls. The teasing lasts a minute before he takes pity and adds a second finger, pulling them both out until your glistening juices are sticking to his fingertips, a few lines connecting him to you. He only finds this more attractive, a gush of precum dripping out of his tip and running down his length. 

Still eye level with your cunt, he unlaces your shoes, lifting your body with one arm and uses his unoccupied hand to pull them off. Once he’s tossed them to the side, he pulls your bottoms and underwear off, sliding them off and nudging them to the side. 

He stands, still palming your bent over ass, and he aims the fat head of his cock to your quivering hole, the veins in his arms straining against his skin as he eases into you. You whine as you feel the thick head of him stretch you open, the feeling of your quivering wet walls causing him to push forward abruptly. You whimper once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, your eyes watering as drool pools in your mouth. 

Jungkook holds his bearing, feeling his balls tighten, he sighs when he cums inside of you, his hot cum splashing against your walls. However, he doesn’t pull out, instead he holds himself steady, rearing his hips back before slamming into you again, his balls pressing against your slit and getting drenched along with the rest of him.

Your cries are loud, almost positive that the neighbors can hear you getting your back blown out. He must be thinking the same because he grunts before stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth, his knuckles already glistening with your spit. “Mm I’m sure the neighbors can hear me fucking you brainless, hm”, and you moan, tears staining your cheeks.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so your throat is visible, eyes staring straight into his, “Say my name, bitch, let them know who’s fucking this perfect cunt”, he growls. His thrusts grow more animalistic as your cries echo off the walls. “Jungkook”, you say breathlessly. He slaps your ass, “Louder, baby. I can’t fucking hear you”, he snarls, and his hand drops down to toy at your clit, forcing your eyes back into your skull. “Jungkook!”, you cry, drool leaking down your chin and neck.

Dropping his hand down to wrap around your neck, he pulls you up, your back flush against his bare chest. Bending over to mold himself to you, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispers into your ear, “Gonna cum baby? Hm? Gonna cream on my fat cock”, and the deep growl of his voice causes you to lose it, the hand wrapped around your throat intensifying your orgasm all the more. He follows not too far behind, emptying inside you for the second time, making a mess of the floors once he pulls out. 

After you both clean yourselves and the dining room up, you’re lounging on the couch in your boyfriend’s arms, watching another Marvel movie. After a while, Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hand, locking your gaze. 

“Y/n, do you want to race?”

Remus Lupin x male reader who is his lovey dovey husband who grew up in a wealthy wizarding family who always spoils Remus everyday?

Wealth

Warning: none

I love this Idea so much thanks for the request and I did this like a Drabble so sorry if it’s short and I hope you enjoy it ;]

Female aligned dni, minors not allowed this is an 18+ blog

Wealth was always something that came easy to you as you were from a infamous wizard family that was well known for their riches but you never let that get to your head like others did, instead you were more fascinated with spoiling your husband after all what’s the point of money if you can’t spend it on the ones you love? “You didn’t have to do this for me sweetheart” Remus spoke as he held a very expensive coat “nonsense you deserve something nice plus it didn’t cost that much anyway” you spoke in a nonchalant voice “it didn’t cost a lot!? It costed a thousand dollar’s y/n” Remus spoke still in pure shock at the amount of money you spent on him “and? That’s not even a lot of money” you speak confidently “and plus your my husband and you deserve nice things”

Sorry I can’t remember if I’ve asked before but can you please do genderbent Yosano x male reader

Genderbent Yosano x male reader head cannons

Mdni female aligned dni this is an 18+ blog with sfw content below

A/n I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind that I did this in head cannon forms and I didn’t add any nsfw since I didn’t know if you wanted it, my inbox is a bit out of wack it’s full but I see your request and I’m happy to finally get to it :D

Genderbent Yosano who is bold with his actions, coming into you flirting hard as soon as you two meet, gets jealous easily and often enjoys alone time or just soft moments and being able to cuddle, he’s definitely a switch between little spoon and big spoon depending on his day

Genderbent Yosano who gives scary dog vibes in public, he’s your number one defender, you do no wrong to him and he is a total sweetheart for you when the two of you are alone

Genderbent Yosano who doesn’t want you involved with the ada or any organizations out of fear of you getting hurt, getting too attached to you and being clingy at moments then becoming distant at others with him still struggling with his past but luckily your there for comfort during those times

Genderbent Yosano who secretly loves the domestic life wanting nothing more than just you and him together living somewhere peaceful not wanting you anywhere near violence in Yokohama, also in love with waking up next to each other cuddling in the early morning before he has to go to work

Genderbent Yosano who is confident and proud of his boyfriend, loving touching you at all times or just being around you and being able to flaunt you off to others since he’s thrilled and fully head over heels for you

Genderbent Yosano who is great at comforting and knows the healthy methods for coping despite he himself never using them, he can always see right away when your having a off day or in need of comfort, but on the days he knows necessary to give you some space he does, the slightest hint you need him and boom he’s there for you right away

Genderbent Yosano who doesn’t like ever using his ability on you and will down right refuse it until it’s unpreventable. He hates seeing you in any sort of pain and will go out of his way to heal you without his ability if he can just so he doesn’t have to put you through the pain of it, internally fearing you might suffer mentally like the soldiers did when he used his ability in the past, not wanting that for you.

Heeelloo can I request a DOA x male!child!reader who's personality is very similar to the queen of hearts but make him mildly unhinged but also has riddle rosehearts issues and us really bossy (all platonic ofc)

- dearly from 🎭 Anon

DOA with male child reader with a queen of hearts personally Head cannons

Platonic fluff, no characters sexualized in this post!

A/N Sorry it took so long and I’m doing imagines cause for some reason I can’t think of a cool enough scenario to do your thoughts justice! I don’t know why but I was getting riddle Rosehearts vibes from this request :]

Imagine reader found by Nikolai at the age of five and brought back to the DOA head quarters because he felt an attachment to your unique look and personality with your brig he red hair and the red queen of heart style outfit, making him soon turn you into a protege while Fyodor is fascinated by your personality. Your calm demeanor when needed but that same trickster style that Nikolai has making him all the more willing to let Nikolai keep you.

Sigma always becoming the victim of your pranks making him become more cautious around every corner at the base not wanting to end up with red paint all over him from the red painted roses you give him or the countless stacks of red heart cards that end up in his room from one of your little pranks.

Your pranks always resulting in a sort of sit down talk with Fyodor of why it’s wrong to do pranks on DOA members while Nikolai stands behind him giggling like they are your parents, one stern and the other fun and more than likely to help you prank the others.

Always holding yourself high like your above the rest with this cocky tone that always annoyed Bram but he always liked all the red you wore, not that he’d ever tell you that because he thinks of you as a brat but he does secretly have a soft spot with you as your red hair brings back giant memories of his late wife but not in a romantic way but more of a soft reminder bringing nostalgia to him

Your room always decorated in whites and reds filled with hearts with a bed in the middle red with black lace trim on your comforter, rose plants at your window seal with many other plants around your room but each one holding the color red for their petals

Fukuchi always cold wondering how he can make you into a useful member of the doa, often times not talking to you finding your bossy attitude and the way you hold yourself to be stupid after a while but not saying anything of it sense the rest of the doa members seem to have a sorta connection with you making it so that he can’t get rid of you.

After the first few years of living to the doa Fukuchi started to come around to you, starting to see you like a little grandson as he adapts to your bossy attitude learning you more seeing why you act in your way making him soften up turning him into a almost doting grandfather who often likes to spend times away getting you gifts always red whether it be more roses or ruby accessories for your outfits spoiling you in his own way like your a prince

absolutely ravishing - maiko week ’24 day 3/4

prompts - jealousy / parents

inspired by this tweet by kvohru 'maiko headcanon zuko puts baby izumi's hair into mai's buns anytime he pisses mai as a way of silly apology/getting her to soften up & talk to him WALK WITΗ ΜΕ' in which maiko go to a party and mai feels left out. baby izumi is the cutest. zuko is a good father. amongst other things lol.

It was a lovely, sunny morning, and Mai was pissed off.

Normally, this wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary—after all, she was famously ‘angry at the world’, but this was different. Today, Mai was pissed at the Firelord.

Also known as her husband.

He was, admittedly, unsure as to what he’d done to warrant her annoyance today, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her further by asking. God, no. He’d rather pluck every hair off his body than have Mai think he was an inattentive, dismissive, careless husband who didn’t care about his gorgeous, beautiful wife! He was better than that, thank you very much. So he did the next best thing and tried to rack his brain, thinking over his actions over these past few hours.

Okay, he thought, pulling out a teapot from the cupboard. This mood started at, like, 8 pm last night? He put on some water to boil, falling into that familiar rhythm of making tea.

Because he was the Firelord, he rarely had the chance to do things for himself, and while that was an insane privilege he frankly enjoyed, it was nice to take a break from everything and just be with his family, away from the hubbub of the palace.

Hence this vacation at Ember Island.

The moment he realised he had a few off-days in his calendar, he decided to plan for him and his wife to go on vacation.

He let the teapot boil and started on breakfast. Rice for the rice porridge, what remained of the dumplings and steamed buns they’d bought, and whatever else he could find. Oh, and eggs and chopped fruit for baby Izumi.

He smiled at the thought of their pudgy little 9 month old. She was just starting to speak, though that mostly came in the form of incoherent babbling with the occasional Mama. Yeah, she called them both Mama.

And yes, Zuko was a teensy bit sulky about that, but I digress.

Just as he was about to put his hair up and start on breakfast, he heard that distinct baby voice he was just thinking about. He glanced at the clock— yup, 7.30 a.m., on the dot. Izumi was awake.

Right now, it was usually a race with time. He had a very short window of time before Izumi’s good-tempered giggles would turn into wailing screams, and he was determined not to wake Mai up any earlier than she needed to be.

She was on vacation and she deserved to rest.

Also, she was mad at him. So. He really didn't need to make it worse for himself.

“I’m coming, darling,” he called out in a whisper when he was close enough, crossing the distance in long strides. At the sight of that little girl in her crib, all chubby limbs and big golden eyes, he smiled and reached to grab her. “Hi, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling into that space between her cheek and shoulder and kissing her. “D’you sleep well?”

She made an incoherent baby noise and happily grabbed a strand of his long hair, which was, positively, one of her favourite pastimes, it seemed. He winced, regretting not putting it up earlier. “Let’s get you changed,” he said, trying to untangle her fingers from his hair— that is, trying to undo that vice-like grip babies seemed to have. I mean, at least that meant her fine-motor skills were good? Pincer grip, and all, right?

She didn’t let go. He sighed.

“Sweetheart, you need to let go so I can get you out of this nasty diaper.”

She didn’t budge.

“Don’t you wanna change so we can surprise Mama with breakfast? We won’t have time if you keep this up.” Just as he had begun to suspect that reasoning with a nine month old was a lost cause, she actually let go.

“Mama!”

“Oh, of course that’s what gets you to let go!” He clicked his tongue.

She giggled again, and, instead of grabbing his hair, she valiantly took to doing her other favourite pastime. Which was just, like, smacking him on the face repeatedly.

Think like, someone clapping their hands, but instead it’s just his face between her hands.

Since he was almost always on morning duty, this was more or less how every morning went.

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Finally, after much trials and tribulations (i.e. Zuko violently getting his hair pulled and cheeks pinched), Izumi was changed into an adorable onesie and strapped into her high chair in the kitchen.

Oh, also, the water had completely evaporated in the time it took them to do all that, so he needed to refill the teapot. “What would Uncle think if he sees this,” he grumbled, opening the window to let the steam out.

Now that that was all over with, he was again plagued with the fact that Mai was mad at him, and he didn't know why! So, being the mature Firelord he was, he decided to take that issue to council.

“Your mom is mad at me,” he said to Izumi, quickly tying his long hair back and away from his face, in a loose bun at the bottom of his head, and rolling up his sleeves.

Izumi babbled excitedly and kicked her feet at the reference of her mother. “Mama!”

“Yup, that’s the one,” Zuko agreed, chuckling. He pulled out a bamboo steamer and started preparing the dumplings and steamed buns, planning on letting them steam while he washed and cooked the rice. “Anyway, as I was saying, Mama is mad at me, but I don’t know why. I tried asking her last night, of course, but she said she was ‘fine’, which is, obviously, a blatant lie.”

He cut up some fruit on a plate for Izumi to hold her off while everything else was ready. He had approximately twenty minutes until Mai got up, which he figured would be enough.

“I can’t really recall doing anything to upset her last night, and I don’t even know when she got upset, you know? She was fine and then she suddenly wasn’t!” He finished washing the rice and transferred it over to a pot to cook. Drying his hands, he continued, “But” —he turned to Izumi seriously, crouching down to her eye level— “of course, me not remembering or knowing why Mai is upset does not mean that I am not at fault!” He cupped Izumi’s cheeks, interrupting her mid-chew. She grinned happily at him with her whopping six (!) teeth. (New development, by the way). He continued, determined to set a good example for his daughter, “Even if I don’t understand why Mama’s upset — even if she has told me, and I still don't get it — she still deserves an apology, because at the end of the day, I upset her, and that’s all that matters. Understood, Firelord Izumi?” He playfully pinched her little nose (which was identical to her mother’s), and she giggled, reaching for him with fruit-sticky hands.

“Anyway…” and so he continued, thinking out loud with his daughter and trying to puzzle out the reason for his darling wife’s anger at him, all while making breakfast for their family of three.

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“Mai, come on, we'll be late!” Zuko called out, fastening his red robes around his waist.

“Well I don't know what to wear!” she called back from her place in the closet, frustrated.

“It doesn't matter! You look—”

“—And I love you, but you telling me that ‘I look beautiful in everything’ does not help!”

Zuko sighed. He'd dressed himself and Izumi in the time it took for his darling wife to… affectionately, make a mess of their closet and complain about having nothing to wear.

Placing Izumi in her little chair, he said with an affectionate roll of the eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.”

“Is this good?” Mai asked, bashfully, when Zuko rapped his knuckles on the closet door and walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

He breathed out. She looked beautiful.

She was wearing a long, pretty, dark red dress that hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It had a row of buttons that sloped from the neckline down to her side, and dainty golden embroidery that matched her eyes and the gold and red fan earrings she wore. Her hair was in the usual hairstyle she'd adopted in her adult years— half of it in an elegant bun at the back of her head towards her nape, and the rest in two strands over her shoulders and down over her chest.

He noticed she put two beautiful gold pins through the bun.

“Do you like it?” she asked again, and he had an inclination her rosy cheeks weren't just due to an excess of powder blush. She adjusted it over her hips. “Is it too tight? It doesn't fit the same since” —she bit the inside of her cheek, averting her eyes and smoothing the fabric over her stomach— “Izumi.”

Zuko moved closer, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Her hands went to his chest automatically, a familiar affection built over years of being together. “You look,” he rasped, hoisting her up by her waist and wrapping his arms around her middle, “absolutely ravishing.”

He craned his neck and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, kissing and gently tugging back. She wrapped her legs tighter around her and grinned despite herself, cupping his cheeks and looking down at him. One thing she enjoyed about being carried was the limited height she gained over Zuko.

She leaned down and kissed him again, their lips interlocking in an easy embrace. “Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to hurry up?” He could still hear a hint of unsurety in her low, raspy voice.

“Positive,” he responded in kind, slanting his lips over hers, “but if you don't want to go…” his hand slipped down her back to her ass.

She rolled her eyes without any heat, picking up on his very obvious implication. “Alright, horndog. Hands off.” She hopped down and adjusted her dress before looking up at him through her lashes and, teasingly, parroting back, “We'll be late.”

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The sight Mai was met with when she walked downstairs was, she thought, a sight she could never get bored of. It was such a quintessential picture of domesticity she, at one point in her life, could've never imagined would've been hers.

Her husband in the kitchen making breakfast while their daughter sat beside him, babbling incoherently the way babies did.

“Really?! And what after that?” he asked animatedly, humouring said daughter while still focused on the plate he was assembling. Mai exhaled softly, leaning against the doorframe and just watching.

Watching her husband’s overly focused face as he diligently placed the fresh steamed buns onto a plate using chopsticks, a furrow in his dark brows and his hair tied back, all the while nodding along with Izumi’s story (which was, of course, all adorable gibberish).

And Izumi, who was sitting in a high chair and shoving eggs into her mouth using her entire fist, no doubt making a mess around her. What struck her though was Izumi’s hair, which was in two little buns at the sides of her head, and the front was smoothed over her head in a silly imitation of a fringe.

Mai bit back a smile.

This was obviously Zuko’s attempt at recreating Mai’s infamous hairstyle on their daughter. Which was a regular occurrence.

“Mai!” Zuko had finally noticed her.

Even after all these years of being together, and a whole child together, he still had a way of lighting up so genuinely every time he saw her. And no, this is not a firebending pun.

The way his eyes widened in an almost child-like excitement and his immediate awestruck kind of smile that made him resemble his sixteen year old self were almost enough for her to forget the fact that she was upset with him. Almost.

He set down the food, which was all ready now, and wiped his hands before walking up to her. “Sleep well?” he asked gently, tilting her chin up to kiss her. His touch was feather-light, so she could tell he was hesitant. Clearly, he hadn’t nor was he pretending to have forgotten about her mood, so. One point for him.

She let him kiss her, and she kissed back, because over their years of being together, one of the things she realised was that dealing with conflict did not mean that they had to rescind their love from each other— and especially for them two, whose primary language was physical touch.

“I slept pretty well,” she replied, her raspy voice full of that polite disinterest most people were used to hearing from her. To someone else, maybe, this wouldn't have been any cause for concern or anything out of the ordinary, but Zuko was immediately alarmed.

He could always tell.

So she's still upset. That was fine. He hadn't really expected otherwise. In fact, this was good for him, because there was no chance she could dismiss his questions about it now and say that ‘Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it’.

They sat down to eat, and after a moment of awkward silence that made him feel like a seventeen year old in an argument with his girlfriend (also Mai) again, he broke.

“What did I do?” he blurted out. It wasn't an accusatory or patronising or deliberately obtuse question in any way. He sounded painfully earnest. “I know I did something to upset you, but I just… don't know what it is. I'm sorry. I tried to think, but I still don't know. I love you. Please tell me.”

If any of his friends could see him right now, the high and mighty Firelord, practically (unintentionally) giving his wife puppy eyes, they'd probably say he was pathetically in love.

And they'd be right.

Mai sighed and put her chopsticks down.

Another thing she'd realised over the years was that, as corny as it sounded, communication really was key. There was no use going in circles and beating around the bush and waiting for the other person to figure it out. Sometimes—most times—you just needed to have the conversation and move on.

Butttttt that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy making him sweat sometimes. Most times.

“Last night,” she supplied. “At the party.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he responded without missing a beat, spooning a bit of dumpling into Izumi's mouth. “Good, huh?” He grinned when she got all excited and signed more. He directed his attention back at Mai, “Sorry. Keep going, baby.”

She feigned frustration, turning her face away from him while stroking Izumi’s hair, playing with the tiny buns. The feeling of the soft sprouts of hair between her fingers almost made her crack a smile. She knew it was Zuko's way of softening her up, but she didn't crack, wanting to make him sweat a little longer.

She shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Your little… girlfriend was there last night. You didn't tell me she'd be there.”

He blinked. “Jin?!”

Mai scoffed. “Still on a first name basis, huh?” She shook her head in bewilderment, muttering, “You'd think the Firelord would have some respect for his wif—”

“Darling,” he breathed, interrupting her, in so much theatrical disbelief she almost laughed. He was so dramatic. He left his chair and immediately went to kneel in front of her, taking her hand in his.

Out of everything he could've guessed, it never would've been this. Mai was never jealous—not of his old girlfriends (just the one), that is. And of course, he wasn't faulting her for that or anything, but it was just… unexpected.

They'd met Jin the previous night unexpectedly at the party, and having already been well acquainted years ago (and having gone to Jin's wedding and having invited her to theirs, and having had Jin visit them on numerous occasions, the most recent being Izumi's birth), he'd safely assumed that speaking to Jin was fine. Right?

I mean, come on, Jin and Mai were closer than Jin and Zuko ever had been! They'd gone on one date, for God's sake!

But he wouldn't dare discredit Mai's feelings, no matter what.

“Did I say something specific that upset you? Or was it just the fact that I was having a conversation with her to begin with?” he asked, stroking her cold knuckles with his thumb, the contrast between their body temperature making him want to just scoop her up and take her to their bed to warm her up. In any means necessary.

Again, his question was nothing more than earnest.

“I… don't know,” Mai answered honestly, because even though she thought she didn't really care, she realised that she really was a little hurt, still. She had, of course, had time to think about it the previous night in the shower, and she'd come to the conclusion that while, yes, she was a little hurt at him barely paying any attention to her the whole night, busy both with Jin and everyone else who kept flanking him for a chance to speak with the Firelord, it was mostly the hormones speaking and after taking a little time to cool down, she understood that her feeling left out didn't mean that he was intentionally leaving her out. “I guess I just felt a bit jealous. And left out.”

“Mai…”

She squirmed. Even after all these years, she still felt that vague discomfort in the pit of her stomach when vocalising her feelings.

She rushed to say, “I know it's nothing and that you love me and that you're the Firelord and it's your duty to—”

“I am your husband before I am the Firelord,” he fiercely interrupted and pulled her down to join him on the floor. The gentleness of his touch contrasted the tone of his voice, both determined and desperate. “I am yours before I am anyone else's. My duty is to you, first and foremost, and I was wrong to neglect you in a party I brought you to. We came here to relax— to enjoy time away from all that Firelord bullshit, but I still found away to sink back into that role.”

“Zuko,” she said quietly with a hint of a smile, leaning into him and looping her arms around his neck, “it really isn't that big of a deal.” She kissed him sweetly once, his arms instantly going around her and pulling her closer against him. “I was just hormonal.” Then with an adorably teasing smirk that Zuko wanted to kiss off her face, she jested, “You can stop with the melodrama now.”

He huffed a laugh and spoke sincerely against her lips, “Still. I don't care if it was ‘the hormones’. I still upset you, and I'm sorry.”

“It wasn't a big deal,” she insisted, but deep down, she was really glad he cared so sincerely for her feelings.

“Don't care. I'm still sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile and the rumble of laughter in her chest. “Fine, you drama queen.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I forgive you.”

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, one side of his lips tugging up in a smirk. “So soon?” he murmured against her, slipping his fingers in her long silky hair. “I was ready to make it up to you.”

Before the kiss could escalate any further—their daughter was right there, hello?—Mai pushed Zuko away, laughing. “Are you in heat?” she asked, giggling.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “For you? Always.”

She shook her head with laughter and pulled him up to stand. They made a good couple.

Dimitri! I have silly little idea

can I request the Pm with child!reader who is like Klee who is more chaotic than usual

-🎭

Pm with Klee child male reader imagines

A/n I couldn’t find out what Q gender was so I wrote them as female.

Imagine you being found by dazai in his dark era. Seeing your obsession with bombs and explosives seeing you as a potential value to the port mafia so he brings you back with him but instead of you becoming his apprentice you become kouyou’s instead?

Her seeing you being a young child thinking it best to keep you out of grasp from anyone close to mori like dazai is, her feeling some sort of liking for you causing her to silently fill a mother role for you.

The other pm executives doubting you being of use to the pm when they see how bright and cheery you always are but soon respecting you once they finally see you in action with your bombs on a mission.

Akutagawa hating you at first because of how happy you always are but gin thinking your a cute kid! Akutagawa slowly coming around to like you seeing you as a little brother to be protective over like he is with him.

Elise liking you hanging out with you despite her being Mori’s ability your the only other really small child besides Q making you hang out with the both of them when Q isn’t busy, Elise making the two of you have playdates hanging out at one point even making you three have a tea party!

matching jammies - nejiten week '24

day 2 - gezelligheid (dutch) A convivial, cozy, or warm atmosphere. The warmth of being with loved ones, or seeing a friend after a long absence.

The snowstorm outside didn’t seem to be willing to relent anytime soon, but that wasn’t all that unusual for late December in Konoha. Blankets of pure white snow coated the streets and slicked the windows, creating the idealistic picture of a winter wonderland. It was the perfect setting for creating snow angels or having a snowball fight, Tenten thought, but with them coming up on the coldest month of the year, she couldn’t imagine getting pelted in the face with snow in these particularly frigid temperatures would be very comfortable.

Which was particularly why she’d insisted on everyone staying inside that day, much to her twins’ absolute and utter dismay.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Tenten murmured, brows furrowed, and bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes flicked up to the clock once again, almost instinctively, and she was again met with the fact that Neji was supposed to be here hours ago.

Despite the world being fairly peaceful, the Fourth Great War having ended five years ago (along with the whole ‘let’s blow up the moon!’ thing from three years ago), shinobi were still needed, and especially capable Jōnin like Hyūga Neji. This time, he was tasked to lead a team of two Chūnin on a mission in the Land of Silence. She didn’t know anything past that, though— he wasn’t allowed to share any specifics with her, but she imagined she had a basic idea of the objectives.

Tenten knew he could take care of himself and of those with him, she trusted him implicitly, honestly, but whenever he was late coming home from missions, she still couldn’t help but worry.

What if he was hurt? What if his subordinates were hurt? What if they encountered—

“Mamaaaaaaa,” a sulky voice came from behind her, little feet padding on the kitchen floor and cutting her train of dreary thoughts short. She could practically hear the pout that was surely on her two year old daughter’s lips. “When’s Papa coming home?”

Ah, yes. And then there was this little munchkin. Tenten had accidentally fallen pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, two years ago, around this time. Thankfully, it was a fairly easy pregnancy.

Too easy, in fact, to the point where they didn’t find out until around seven months in. By chance, at that. Was quite the way to celebrate Neji’s twenty-first, that one.

(And then it was even more surprising when they went for their first checkup and found out they were having, not one, but two children. But that’s a story for another day.)

The brown-haired woman sighed, picking her adorably sleepy—though Hibari was vehemently insistent on denying this—daughter up. “Soon, baby.” She planted a kiss on Hibari’s cheek and fixed her sweater, absently wondering if she should turn the heat up a little more. “Are you cold?”

Hibari shook her head, tiredly nuzzling into Tenten’s neck. “Can we play in the snow, at least?” Unlike her twin brother, Hibari was very vocal. Sakura told her that they were both incredibly advanced for their age, speech-wise, but Hibari was a lot more outgoing than Hao, and therefore a lot more chatty.

If there was someone who did not let her terrible grammar and weird conjugational habits (like exclusively using the word ‘talk’ in the past tense, no matter what) stop her from speaking her mind, it was Hyūga Hibari.

“It’s too cold right now,” Tenten responded, repeating that same explanation for what seemed like the millionth time that night. And then, in a playfully chiding tone, she said, “And it’s too late now, anyway. It’s way past your bedtime.”

Hao was already asleep on the couch, wrapped up in Tenten’s knit throw blanket, having gotten too tired to stay up waiting for his dad. It was a valiant effort, and Tenten didn’t blame him— it was just past midnight by now, and she frankly wished Hibari would just let herself sleep, too. And, well, he was also two years old.

“You sure you’re not sleepy?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure?” Tenten walked back to the living room and folded herself on the couch next to Hao’s sleeping form. Hibari nodded again and nuzzled into her mom’s chest.

A tell-tale sign that she was about to surrender to sleep.

Smiling, Tenten reached over to grab the second throw blanket they had draped over the couch, and adjusted it over the two of them

“Wanna watch a movie?” she asked, voice quiet so as not to wake up Hao. Tenten’s master plan was to put on a Christmas movie, have Hibari utterly entranced and engaged for, like, thirty minutes, before she would inevitably fall asleep. Worked every time.

When Hibari replied in the affirmative and Tenten put the movie on, she was finally free to fret over her husband once more. 

And so they sat there; all three of them on the couch next to each other, Tenten and her two chunky two year olds, bundled up in cosy Christmas pyjamas and warm knit blankets. It was a sweet sight.

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When Neji quietly unlocked the front door of his house and walked in, absolutely and utterly exhausted from that week-long mission abroad, he was surprised to see that warm, yellow light coming from the living room.

Hm. It was probably one of two things: either Tenten was still awake, probably reading or watching a movie (she did that sometimes after the kids went to bed, taking advantage of any alone time she could get), or Tenten was reading or watching a movie, and ended up falling asleep on the couch. Also a likely possibility, and usually an inevitable consequence of the former.

With a small, amused huff, Neji took off his cloak and hung it up by the door, and stepped over the threshold. “I’m home,” he said lowly, if only out of habit rather than out of a real need to alert his wife. As expected, no response came. He made his way to the living room, where a large, prettily-decorated Christmas tree sat in the corner, dimly illuminating the room along with the fairy lights Tenten had strung around. The only other source of light was the television, which was playing one of Tenten and Hibari’s favourite holiday movies (Hao found it a little too scary), The Nightmare Before Christmas. The volume was very low, though, and the credits had started playing at some point before he walked in.

And again, as expected, Tenten was asleep on the couch.

Her long, brown hair was unbound, falling in waves over the back of the couch, and her lips were slightly parted, making way for quiet huffs of air. What surprised him upon walking closer, though, was the toddler laying on her chest, and the other one asleep next to her thigh. All in matching red and white pyjamas, by the way.

He sighed, exasperated but without any real annoyance. He should’ve known they’d wait up for him. Or, well, try to wait up for him.

It was touching.

One of Tenten’s hands was automatically patting Hibari’s back, as if by muscle memory—which meant she mustn’t have fallen asleep that long ago—while the other was holding the remote. Silently and with the easy grace of a seasoned shinobi, he grabbed the remote control from her lax grip (which, okay, wasn’t difficult whatsoever), and turned the television off, before walking to the corner of the room and turning both the decorative tree lights and the string lights off. He was starving and in desperate need of a relaxing bath, but he would carry all three of them to bed before making something to eat. They’d gone through the trouble of trying to stay up and welcome him home, but the mission had unexpectedly dragged on, and with the snowstorm outside, it had all delayed their travel plans. So the least he could do for them was to tuck them in.

“Neji?”

He turned around at the whispered proclamation of his name.

“I’m home,” he said simply, smiling tiredly at his wife. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to dispel the sleepiness, and gently set Hibari down. “I’ll come to you,” he said hurriedly, noticing how tired she was and not wanting her to get up. It was fine that she’d woken up, he supposed—he could still carry her to bed regardless. At the last second, he decided to keep the fairy lights that were strung behind the television on. Despite his words, Tenten still got up and quickly made her way to him, meeting him halfway.

“Welcome home,” she murmured into his chest once she was close enough, having all but thrown herself at him. Her hands grabbed onto the back of his shirt, as if of their own accord. She exhaled, “I missed you.” Immediately, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, and he basically crushed her to him.

“I’ve missed you more than you can imagine, my love,” Neji breathed tiredly, inhaling her sweet smell, and both of them were content to stay in that embrace for a long moment. She could feel the tension leave his body—the way his toned muscles relaxed under her touch and his shoulders drooped. And Tenten honestly would’ve been content to stay like that for the rest of the night, practicality be damned, but much to her dismay, Neji’s arms loosened around her. She pouted at the loss of contact, and made a sound that was much more fit for her daughter to make than it was for a twenty-three year old woman. He rolled his eyes, amused, and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I probably smell. I’ll hug you all you want after I shower; I promise.”

Tenten braced her hands against his chest and stood on her tippy-toes, promptly kissing his scruffy cheek. “You really don’t,” she said honestly. “Smell, I mean.” And it was true—even after a week-long mission with no access to his nice soaps and fancy shower products, Neji still smelled nice. Because everything else wasn’t enough, he just had to add ‘always smells good’ to his résumé, apparently. With a yawn, she said, “I’ll go put the kids in their beds and then I’ll heat up your food while you shower and change into something comfortable.”

He covered her hands with his, rubbing gentle circles across her knuckles. “You don’t have to do that,” he argued softly. “You can just go to sleep, darling. Really, I can do the rest.”

She hummed. “I know I don’t,” she yawned again, “but I want to.” She had already turned around and started gently extricating the blanket out of Hao’s grip, and the look she gave him over her shoulder dared him to argue, and while the refutation was at the tip of his tongue, he let it die.

“Thank you,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He spoke so sincerely, brushing her ear with his lips, “You’re incredible.”

She grinned at him, and with an adorable little wink, teased, “I know.”

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Once she heard the water shut off, Tenten started heating up Neji’s share of their dinner that night—homemade herring soba. This would’ve been so much better fresh, she thought, a touch sadly. She’d gone through the trouble of making everything from scratch (save for the smoked fish, of course), and she would’ve loved if he had gotten to taste it right after it was done. Oh, well. It wasn’t like she regretted putting in the effort regardless— she didn’t have much to do today anyway.

Soon enough, Neji walked out of their room in a matching pyjama set in his size and a towel around his neck. Once his eyes found her and then fell on the bowl of noodles in front of her, it was like his whole body softened. His gaze softened, and his shoulders dropped. 

This girl, he thought, was sure to be the death of him.

“C’mere,”

She obliged, pushing herself off the table with a small smile. The moment she was close enough, he pulled her into a rough hug, lifting her off the ground. Over the past few years, Neji had, not unlike some of their other friends, grown considerably in height. When they were teenagers, he’d had some two inches over her, but now, at the age of twenty-three, that difference had increased to what must’ve been something like nine, if she had to guess. His body had filled out considerably, too. (The wonders of testosterone, am I right?) After the War and his fatal injury, he had had to spend upwards of a year recovering and recuperating, and then he had to spend the next year regaining his strength and training, little by little, but he managed. It was a miracle he’d survived in the first place, though.

The curse mark had disappeared, removing any doubts that he could’ve been alive, but somehow, medics found a very weak pulse, which was enough for them to work with. It was so on brand for him, though—denying the odds so intensely. 

Tenten squeaked gleefully, the noise dissolving into giggles when he pressed his lips to hers. “You,” he was saying between bruising kisses, “are not real.” She looped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his middle, giggling into the kiss but unable to come up with a witty comeback of any kind. “God,” he groaned, “I love you so much.” 

Ah, there it was.

She grinned against his lips, and mustering up her most annoying, smart-alecky voice, she interjected, “Um, the name is Tenten, actually, but thanks—”

Neji rolled his pretty eyes spectacularly, without any real annoyance (when had he gotten so mushy?), and he scoffed a laugh. Of course she’d say that. “Oh, shut up.” 

When she giggled again and nuzzled her face into that spot in his neck, he allowed himself to fully enjoy this moment, letting go of that knee-jerk guilt he felt whenever he got something good, for once.

And when, after a moment or two, she murmured a very quiet, “I love you, too, Neji. I’m glad you’re home,” into his skin, he let himself think he deserved it.

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thank you to my lovely oomfie @lubdubu for letting me borrow hibari & hao LOVE YOU DEARLY!!!

hiii dimitri!! i saw that toii x bunny boy post and i really really wanna see it in a sfw way! like- how toji would be with his bunny boy? bonus if the bunny boy is younger and kinda bratty but super cute

Toji x bratty bunny boy sfw head cannons ~

Toji is the type to not take you being bratty, he’s the tamer. Toji often times gives snarky remarks or makes you do more chores around the house as a non sexual punishment.

Toji who silently enjoys when you snark off to him just so he can put you back in your place, denying you cuddles and denying petting your bunny ears when you act too bratty and say the wrong thing to him.

Toji who first falls for you by the way you go “hmph!” And puff your cheeks out pouting your bottom lip as your nose twitches while you stand arms crossed before him, the moment you made that face it was over.

Toji being in his Middle Ages and you being in your mid twenties he doesn’t seem to mind much but sometimes he does feel ancient in comparison and that was the thing that took him the longest to get over when he was realizing his feelings for you since you were both at different points in your life.

Toji who likes to tug on your bunny ears, walking up behind you giving them a rough tug just to tease you as you start to go off on him whining about them being sensitive as you give his chest a smack but instead of toji doing anything you’re just met with an amused gaze and a playful smirk etched across his face.

Toji who picks you up and holds you like a child when you start showing a fit over something, whether you’re upset about your tv show or you’re mad at one of his teasing remarks he picks you up in a bear like hug and doesn’t let you go til you calm down.

Toji who likes to press his face in your neck when he holds you, his lips parted his teeth on your Adam apple never biting or sucking just holding you in that position like a predictor who caught his prey, he enjoys how your bunny ears lay flat your eyes going all doe like as your ears flick at the fluffy tips.

Toji who pets on your bunny tail anytime you change or take your boxers off like a mind reader Toji is behind you pulling at the cotton tail as you get all pissy with him “stop that now I’m a grown man not your pet rabbit dammit!” You’d say in a bratty tone trying to smack his hand away only to get “yet here ya are actin like a misbehaving little bunny?~”

I don’t usually send requests but I’m in love with your blog!! I wanted to ask for shy m!reader with Logan. Headcanons maybe?

Logan x shy male reader head cannons~! ⋆˚✿˖°

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Logan met you some time after Jean, he always said after her that he’d never go back to loving anyone again but then you came into his life, you ruined all hopes and plans of a loveless life. He met you when he decided to move back to his old cabin wanting to live In Solitude being a lumberjack again and then there you were, hand me down sweater and a pair of jeans working the register at the local supply store and it was like the gears in his head twisted.

Watching from afar how your hands trembled giving the customers their change, cracking a wobbly smile with your eyes focused downwards. He would purposely say the most absolutely lewd and flirtatious things about you, saying stuff like “are those jeans new? Your ass looks better today” he’d spew it so casually caring less when him and other workers came into the store. He’d flirt and ask you for your number just wanting to be around you, loving the shade of red you went. Blinking like a dumb frog when he pops the question for a date making your cheeks rosy.

The date ending up at some local diner, you stuttering over your words fumbling around with your sweater sleeves just making him show off his canines smiling over at you. “What’s a’ matter bub?” He’d ask you teasing you a little when you start slurping your words and rambling but he listens to each rant like it’s a god speaking to him, weeks later casual dates turn into dating and this man will treat you like heaven sent. He’d worship the ground you walked on if you asked him nicely.

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During sex Logan will either be one or two ways with you, he’ll either fuck you like you’re a glass doll afraid his cock will break you in two, or he’ll praise you like an utter princess and fuck you senseless bent over any and all counters in his cabin— if he’s pent up enough he won’t even need a counter, just groaning in your ears holding your thighs open and spread making you feel the veiny base spreading you open wide while he moans kissing at your neck murmuring out “such’a good boy for lettin me use this pretty hole”

Logan would be gentle for your first time with him, he’d take the time to read your body and learn what earns that to curling back arching off the bed making your ears ring kinda orgasm, he’s been around long enough to know how to make the human body fold and he works you from day to night, he’d blow you after work and he’d have you over at his cabin so much you have a go bag and your own hygiene products at his place, he’d at-least eat you out a minimum of once per visit if he could. Logan loves eating your ass out nearly as much as he loves fucking you.

No matter your body size, Logan is a tummy guy, he loves your thighs and your assets don’t get him wrong but something about gripping your tummy tight and holding you close when he fucks you, if you have stretch marks then he’ll make a note to rub at them with his claws, if your ribs peak or if your bones poke then he doesn’t give a damn either. No matter what Logan will grip your belly and hold you flesh to flesh and nail you from behind having your eyes staring into the back of your head, your face beat red from embarrassment and he will fuck you in front of a mirror at least once maybe more if you like it but he wants you as humiliated and fucked out as he can. Grunting out “Such’a beautiful fuckin sight ain’t it bub?” Into your ear holding your jaw watching himself fuck you.

The new fic I wrote <3

Felix needs more love and I have too many ocs. It's perfect. Anyway have some mild hurt/comfort with domestic fluff (Happy ending)

Finally thought of a title (it might change in the future 😭)

someday

When you thought it was safe to eat foodies... Bun Jovi would likes some

Whatcha gonna do with all dat fluff? All dat fluff inside yo trunk? **Bunny butt dance** #BunJovi

Complete☁️Comfort

hi! could i request for fluff and comfort with ace? there was this one reddit post i saw abt a guy who rambled abt being so grateful and happy that he's loved by his girlfriend, and the post described how he felt that way when they were having a bath together (nonsexual, i promise! feel free to look the reddit post up). i thought the prompt suited ace so much, esp since the guy in that reddit post mentioned that he cried out of happiness, so maybe smth like this with ace x fem!reader?

ofc, feel free to skip if it makes u uncomfy ^^

~ ♠️ anon

shower me in your love | Ace x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warning(s): Nudity (non-sexual)

A/n: I loved this idea so much anon, I was so excited to write it for so long TT but post-exam creativity block really hit hard so this is a bit later than I had hoped to put out. Also, you asked for fem!reader but I think this fic never specified any body parts or pronouns at any point, so it ended up gender neutral haha... This is my first time attempting to write Ace, so please forgive any oocness ><

Please do not ask me the mechanics of a bathtub on a pirate ship and let's just pretend that can work out because the sea is on my side, 'kay? I hope you enjoy ♡ and thank you for the request!

also available on ao3!

The sun had dipped beneath the horizon but the sky was still clinging onto a fading orange. Above him, it was already starting to look like a dark midnight blue mixing into violet. Ace's shoulders slouched, the tension seeping out as he made his way to his sleeping quarters. The day had been hectic, and even the usually energised division commander was feeling a bit exhausted.

Ace couldn't wait to drop into his bed and fall asleep but the plan went out the window when he opened his door to find you sitting on his bed, your back to him.

"Hey," he called out, making you snap your neck around. Just the sight of your bright smile got a little more tension out of him. You bounced up to him, hands immediately coming up to cradle his face. You pulled him into a soft kiss and Ace exhaled slowly, pressing his body into your own soft one.

Out of the two of you, Ace was definitely the one with the higher body temperature but somehow, when you hugged, he couldn't help but feel that you were more… warmer. It was a different sort of warmth than physical– more emotional, he supposed. You felt a little bit like coming home, like coming to a fireplace after a day out in the snow.

"Hey," you said quietly, pulling back just enough to admire his face. He didn't have to say anything; he could see the understanding on your face with just one glance. "It's been an exhausting day, huh?"

"Mm," he didn't feel like talking about it, instead opting to drop his head on your shoulder. Ace pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking the familiar light scent of you. You giggled at the sensation, playfully pushing him without any real strength to it.

"That tickles!"

"You smell amazing," he whispered. You blushed, pushing at him with a bit more strength now.

"I'm sweaty, what do you mean?" You huffed out another short laugh. "And so are you, mister. C'mon, how about a nice hot bath, hm? I already set it up for the both of us while waiting."

Ace finally pulled away, looking at you with the softest expression. This time, he was the one to cradle your face in his hands. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he murmured a quiet admission of love. Gentle hands guided him toward the bathroom, shutting the doors behind him. Ace stood there as you removed his clothes and accessories with somewhat practised hands. When the both of you were undressed, you pulled him into the bathtub and sat down in between his legs.

This close, you could feel that Ace was running warmer than even the hot water around you. He quickly pressed a peck on the tip of your nose to surprise you, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to start but you stopped him. You took the shampoo out of his hands and smiled warmly when he looked at you with curiosity.

"How about I wash you today?" There was a hint of shyness in your voice, along with a sparkling in your eyes. Ace just nodded dumbfoundedly, watching you carefully squeeze out some of the shampoo into your hands. "Alright, stay still, I'll go sit behind you."

You stood up, the water splashing a bit as you carefully manoeuvred around to sit on the edge of the tub that was attached to the wall. Ace let your free hand guide his frame in between your legs and waited for a few seconds.

The moment your shampoo lathered finger dipped into his hair, he felt boneless. You weren't even doing much, just carding your fingers and working out the tangles as you ensured that the shampoo properly washed the roots and the tips, but it felt so good.

Ace couldn't really remember the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care and love. (He couldn't even remember who would have touched him like that the last time. Was it his mother?) You hummed a song he had heard you singing in passing, as you pressed your fingers into his scalp for a slight massage.

Another shaky exhale left his mouth along with the last remaining tension in his shoulders. Ace closed his eyes. With a soft hum, he pressed his head back into your stomach, heart singing at the sound of your giggle echoing in the small bathroom.

"Hey!" You said indignantly, pushing at his foam covered head. "Don't put your shampoo on my stomach."

It made Ace smile and he obliged, leaning his head away. You didn't touch him for a few minutes and he cracked his eyes open to look around at you, to find that you were shampooing your own hair now. You slid down into the tub and he made some space between the wall and him so you could sit properly. Once you were done, you wiped off the foam on your hand and switched to the soap.

"Alright, c'mere, my big baby," you grunted, trying to pull him by his arm. He blinked then let you pull him into the position you wanted. And then you are sitting in his lap, soap being lathered onto his skin with diligent hands. He didn't say anything and just stared quietly at you from the close proximity.

Normally, having you in his lap would get him a little… excited, but today, the action was so non-sexual and domestic, it seemed to hurt. Every movement and word you had said felt mind-numbingly relaxing. Half a year ago, if someone had suggested he would be in this position with you, he would have laughed and called them to get their marbles checked.

Right now though, he couldn't believe his own luck as your fingers dragged over him with a gentleness he had yet to experience from elsewhere. He was strong. Everyone knew that. You knew that. But even knowing that, you always touched him so softly, so gently, that it made him feel like he was made out of fragile brittle glass.

He kinda liked it.

To be vulnerable in front of you only was something he could agree to. No one had ever been this patient and loving towards him, and the fact that he loved you too much to even put it into words crashed around inside him as he watched you soap yourself up.

You were beautiful, obviously. He had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous you were. But sometimes, he couldn't help but think that your real beauty lies in how you just fit in with everyone so well. You were understanding, you were kind and you were there whenever anyone needed you. You were there when Ace needed you. And even though you were there for him, silently understanding what he needed, you never expected anything back for it. It was purely an act of love.

He wasn't talking much like usual today, but you didn't say anything about it. You only continued in your actions, washing away the soap and the shampoo with the water. Ace continued to stare at you, wondering if you were really real.

You were so good to him. He remembered when Marco had mentioned after you announced your relationship that you were good for him. He hadn't really understood the depth of that sentence until now. Until this moment, sitting in his bathtub that was definitely not made for two people, as you washed him even though he was a grown adult who could do it himself.

And it wasn't really about the ability to do it, was it? It was more about the feelings and the thoughts behind the action– it was about the care you felt. Of course you knew he could do it– but you wanted to do it for him anyway because you loved him.

You loved him so much, he couldn't help but feel thoroughly loved and blessed. You, who could have fallen in love with anyone, had fallen in love with him. On his down days, he couldn't help but think that you deserved better than him. Right now though, he couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he was so grateful that you chose him out of everyone.

Whatever made you choose him– he would forever be grateful to it. You were the best thing to happen to him.

"Ace?" Your concerned voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at you. You were done cleaning off both of you, but you were back in his lap. Familiar hands came up to wipe away what Ace realised were tears streaming down his face. He felt a little mortified that he cried over something so small but, like always, it was like you could read his mind. "It's not insignificant if it makes you feel something so strong. Just let it out, hm?"

He didn't really need your 'permission', but the moment you said that, his body seemed to take it as the cue to cry even more. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt you guide his face into the crook of your neck– you knew he felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. You just did it to let him save face; you let him hide his face in your embrace.

Ace sobbed into your neck, body shaking as he felt your fingers card through his hair and draw hearts into his back, over his tattoo. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the tears finally stopped.

"Let's dry up?" Your eyes were soft as you helped him stand up and out of the bathtub. "And then we can cuddle in bed all night. How does that sound?"

You didn't need to say it out loud to let him know how you felt. Ace watched you wrap a towel around him and then yourself, the unspoken words lingering in the air alongside the steam.

"Sounds amazing."

I love you too.

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04 Apr 2023

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M/M

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06 May 2023

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03 Jun 2023

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Carlos comes home to see Cecil and Esteban Playing Floor is Lava.

Prompt:Imagine your OTP has a child/children. Imagine person A of your OTP standing on a chair,sofa or balancing between armest with kid(s) in their arms. Person B walks in asking what their are doing, both person A and the kid both cry frantically, " The Floor is Lava!"

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07 Jun 2023

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