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Characters I've already written

Jason Todd

Roy harper

Madara Uchiha

Zuko

Ben blackwood

Benedict Bridgerton

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

I have already written these characters and I write them normally, but I accept requests.💕

Note: my English is terrible, so I use Google translate to correct it, sorry for any mistakes.

°•My masterlist•°

Jason Todd

Alliance

Warning: None.

Summary: Jason and you have been dating for a few weeks, but you don't have a wedding ring, so you solve the problem.

Bathtub

Warning: +18

Summary: You've been in the bathtub for too long and Jason comes to get you.

Memories of the night

Warning: +18, Mention of sex

Summary: You remembering last night

Madara Uchiha

wedding custom 

Warnings: Mention of the wedding night

Summary: Where you refuse an ancient practice of other people taking off their clothes at nuptials.

A little hope in war

Warnings: None, just mention of war and death

Summary: Little!senju!you and little!Madara in love meeting in secret

Benedict Bridgerton

Serious conversation

Warnings: None, just lots of cuteness and kisses.

summary: You have an argument that doesn't end in an argument.

Ben(davos) Blackwood

Letter

Warnings: Ulterior motives, if you know what I mean.

summary: Ben goes to Dragonstone for a talk with you

Zuko

The time has come

Warnings: Mention of sex

Summary: You talk to Suki and Katara about your first night with Zuko, during your wedding.

Roy Harper

Secrecy

Warnings: Explicit sex, Bad English

Summary: Roy is afraid his brother will catch you two in the middle of sex.

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

Reunion

Warning: Sexual innuendo, Sexual content. +18

Summary: You find yourself inside Mikey's car, and there's a lot of sexual tension.

Remembering

Mikey×fem!reader

Warning: Sexual innuendo, Sexual content. +18

Masterlist

Mikey put his hand on yours. You were sitting next to him, in the car, in the backseat. With only the middle seat between you and a huge tension hanging over the car, where even Haruchyo in the driver's seat felt it and looked at the two of you. Haruchyo still had the same mocking expression as always, with his green eyes and pink hair. But your attention was not on him, it had never been on anyone else, but on the person who shared the backseat with you. The blond who always had your heart and, lately, your hatred. - Get out of the car. - Mikey gives an order to Sanzu, who obeys his leader. Silence You look to the side and find him already with dark eyes, those dark eyes, burning inside you. You try to say something, but your mouth is dry. Nothing comes out, your mouth opens and draws his attention there, making Mikey run his tongue over his lips, now attracting your attention.

And in a second you approach each other, finding your two mouths in 10 years again. Feeling his taste, again.

It seemed like a dream, or a nightmare.

Mikey runs his hand through your hair, pulling it and the other goes to your waist, bringing you so that you climb on top of him, with each leg on one side of him.

- mikey… - Your hand went up to his hair, when his mouth goes down to your neck, the other going to your shoulder, near the dragon tattoo.

His hand went down from your waist to your hip, squeezing when he stops kissing your neck and goes back to your mouth.

Your hands move to his jacket, pushing it back. Mikey helps while looking into your eyes, then stops the kiss and soon after pulls up his linen dress shirt. Leaving him with nothing on top, you breathe in with longing. The last and only time you fucked, in fucking high school. Before you went to college and he got into this world.

Mikey quickly took off your shirt and you unbuttoned his pants while he unbuttoned yours. He got up from his lap, just so you could take off the rest of your clothes, never losing eye contact with those dark eyes of lust and longing.

He was already hard, and you were wet. So wet.

He pulled you onto his lap again, wasting no time, joining his mouth to yours and bringing his hand to your bundle of nerves. Straight to your clit.

- So wet, as always. - He said in a moan of pleasure and desperation. To feel you.

Mikey made slow circles while kissing you and holding you by the back of the neck.

Moaning at the good feeling, you squeezed his shoulders trying to vent the pleasure you felt.

He took his hand from between your legs and brought it to his mouth, sucking on your finger while looking into your eyes.

You moaned his name.

Arranging yourself on top of his member, you feel the head at the entrance. Making you both sigh at the sensation and anxiety that is him inside you.

In one movement, he is inside, making you both moan in unison. Holding onto his shoulders, you begin to move with his hands on your hips, helping to continue the thrusts.

He fills you deep, as always. Feeling his tip reach your cervix, making you moan his name over and over. While he showers kisses on your shoulders, moving down to your hard and needy nipple.

He takes one of his hands from your hip to pinch the tip of your breast, which was hard with desire. Mikey takes it to his mouth, nibbling and making you arch your back more, from the intense pleasure.

- Sweet pussy. - He says looking at where he was inside you, leaning against the seat and squeezing your thigh and chest. You watch his stomach muscles contract. It's beautiful and exciting to watch, and it makes you get close to climax. Your moans aren't low at all, the car was probably rocking with your movements and the people outside were listening. But fuck it. Mikey was fucking you so good and so good.

You feel the knot in your belly form.

- I'm going to cum -. You tell him when your legs start to give way and he holds you by the waist in place. Moving his hips hard and fast, fucking you mercilessly and moaning your name in the process.

You lean back against the front passenger seat, arching your back and feeling the knot in your stomach unravel, while rolling your eyes and moaning his name loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

Mikey cums inside you, moaning your name and pulling your hair so that you both kiss, numb from what happened.

When you break away from the kiss, you feel his cum run down between your legs and look into his eyes.

- I missed you.

BEAUTIFUL❤️

me trying not to smile from the fanfic i just read

Me when I realize I'll never have a romance with my favorite character 😢

Track 3 ft izana Kurokawa (part of the campfire stories collection)

Izana is counting your breaths.

In. Out. In. Out.

You're turned away from him, holding the duvet up to your cheek and wrapped around your fist like you're going to punch through a window. And he's watching your chest rise and fall, fast and shallow breaths because you've not been asleep for long and he knows you're always quiet when you do. Often, when he's late, he finds you under the covers and his heart will stop, or miss a beat because your chest hardly seems to move and your breath is near silent and then you'll stir or twitch as you're prone to do and he sighs in relief.

But this time, he's watching you, with his chest to your back and winding a finger around your hair, playing with the end as he listens hypnotically to the rhythmic undulation of your breathing. He's tracing the marks on your back, small birthmarks and old scars with a long finger till he reaches your tailbone and then pulls away to grab his phone from the nightstand.

When he sits up, you twitch again and he holds his breath as he watches you turn onto your stomach, the crown of your head now glossy with the light that spills in through the gap in the curtain.

Izana calls his last contact, one hand still resting on your back, his voice low and apprehensive.

'Hey,' Kakucho whispers, his own voice gravelly and rough and undulated with dryness. 'What's up? It's late.'

Izana clears his throat and Casts a glance to the slat in the curtain where an orange flare of light comes and goes as a car rolls past.

'Were you sleeping?' izana asks, keeping his voice low and quiet, a bare whisper above the faint hum of the heating chugging through the pipes.

'Yeah, sorta, but it's fine. What's wrong?'

'I....I need to ask you something.'

Kakucho sits up on his own side, and turns to flick on the bedside lamp, the bed cold and empty save for the duvet and a haphazardly thrown cushions on the bare bedspread.

Izana falters here. Because it's never been easy. And it's not easy now. When you're next to him, and so real under his hands, and kakucho is both his closest confidante, and he's surrounded by the two he .... Cares about.

'Yeah?'

Izana lapses into silence, weighs it on his tongue, his teeth coated in anxiety, a thick film that tastes of fear and salt.

'I....' He starts, his hand moving from your back to the bedspread, twisted in his hands as he pulls at the loose threads. 'I mean...she....there's something wrong.'

Kakucho's nerves flare to attention, and he's half a mind to grab his jacket and come straight over, ever the hero, ever the sacrificial lamb for his king. 'What? Is she sick? Shall I call a doct-'

'no no, not like that,' izana says, an ear trained on you and your soft and even breaths. 'She's uhm- she's- I think she's upset.'

'Huh? Did you have a fight?'

'No, no we didn't. She's just...I think there's something else.' and then, a whisper like a caress, said under his breath, like a secret he's afraid to divulge. 'I don't know what to do.'

Kakucho releases the tight breath in his chest and leans back against the headboard, fishing for a cigarette in the bedside drawer. 'Oh I see. Tell me what it is, I'll see if I can help.'

Izana frowns, more in confusion at himself than anything else, in difficulty at it all. 'She's....she seems sad a lot, and quiet recently. I tried to ask her what was wrong, and I tried to spend time with her, but it doesn't seem to work.'

'Ah. You're worried?'

'A bit.' After a pause. 'A lot really.'

'You think it's you don't you? That it's something to do with you?'

'I didn't....I didn't say that.'

'But you were thinking it. You were thinking about why she hasn't told you, or whether she doesn't trust you.'

Izana shifts uncomfortably and makes a sound from the back of his throat.

'It's fine you know. I've known you both long enough. I think I understand.'

'You understand?' and izana almost ends the call then, when you twitch and your legs brush his under the duvet, your soft thighs now rubbing against his for warmth. He strokes your neck absently, soft and gentle, the way you'd touch a butterfly without hurting the wings, marvelling at the softness of it under your touch. Sometimes he thinks of you like that. A thing whose wings he might break on accident, some slip of his hand that'll hurt you even if he doesn't intend you, because that's just what he is. A monster through and through. And you are so delicate, so good and wholesome and kind and so easily breakable that it's almost bound to happen.

'I do. I don't think you need to do anything though.'

'Huh? What do you mean?'

Kakucho taps the cigarette against his lips and takes a long drag, exhaling into the air where the whir of air con blows the smoke through the vents. 'I mean, it's not you. I think you just need to give it time, let her tell you when she's ready.'

'But she's upset-'

'I know. But you have to trust her. She probably doesn't want to bother you.'

'But it's not bothering me,' izana says, adamant, a twitch of defiance in his voice- to which kakucho can only chuckle in his chest.

'I know, but I think she assumes it does. So maybe remind her, tomorrow- you know, that you'll be there if she needs to talk.'

Izana cramps here. His chest constricting at the thought- at the show of vulnerability that that might entail because he's never been very good at the whole receiving and giving affection thing. If you asked, and even if you didn't, he'd carve out the world for you, and more. But you never seem to ask for anything and he often wishes you would. Be a little demanding, a little less compliant because it aches inside when he thinks of you being unhappy and swallowing it down for his sake. Like you're afraid to show anything to him that you think he doesn't want to see, like you can make that kind of decision for him.

'izana?'

Izana bites his lip, and his eyes fall on the way the duvet curls around your body, how soft and inviting it looks even now, moonlight drawing a finger across your skin, the curve of your arm and shoulder half hidden under the covers.

'I'm here. Just thinking.' And he clears his throat, again. A little lighter, a little more like he can sleep.

'you good?'

He has what he needs now, and it makes more sense than it did before. 'Yeah.' and then. 'Get some sleep kakucho.'

And kakucho takes that as his cue, understand the subliminal message underneath because izana is not half as complicated as he believes himself to be and get some sleep means thank you, means he appreciates it even if he refuses to mention it.

'Yeah. You too. I'll see you tomorrow.' Kakucho puts the phone down and the air con whirs, as it does.

Izana traces a finger along the curve of your ribs, counts them individually, along with your breath, before he slides into bed next to you, arms held tight and close around you with his lips finding the dip in your neck.

And counts your breath as he falls asleep.

Reblogs appreciated

Can we have little Madara in love with reader Senju?

Oh my goddess, I loved this💕

I'm sorry if it wasn't so good, but I did my best (at the moment)

I hope you like it.💞

Here it is: A little hope in war

Good reading🩷

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