#// idk I felt like writing an open uwu

[viatrixtravels-a]

Cold Season [OPEN STARTER]

"Nn..."

When Lumine woke up that particular morning, her head felt heavier than usual, vision slightly clouded as she dragged herself out of bed, her joints aching painfully.

Sore muscles were a common occurrence for the blonde, seeing as she spends most of her days roaming the vast lands of Teyvat, battling a wide array of monsters - from slimes and Hilichurls to the much more threatening Fatui Agents and Ruin Guards.

However, this was a different kind of pain. One which might not happen as frequent but which she dreaded more than anything.

Our dear Traveller ー had caught a cold.

While not exactly life-threatening, she dreaded nothing than being sick. After all, who likes being stuck in bed all day, unable to do your daily commissions or even just make yourself useful in any way, shape or form?

So no, she refused to let some cold get the best of her. Despite Paimon telling her to rest, the blonde stubbornly bit through the pain and dizziness, getting dressed before heading out for the day.

"Coff, coff..."

Her first task of the day was to clear out a Hilichurl Camp near the city. Easy peasy, right? The Hilichurls and Mitachurls who guards those are child's play to a seasoned fighter such as herself. ー That is, assuming she is in tip-top shape.

Right now her movements were sluggish, making it difficult to get the right aim, let alone dodge incoming attacks.

"...Ack!"

She winced in pain as her body hit the ground after being sent flying back by the Mitachurl's attack. Lumine tried her best to get back up, but everything around her was spinning.

"Ugh..."

As she looked up, she saw the monster standing right in front of her, its sharp axe already heading her wayーー

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

loving this influx of followers and interacts! <3 pls feel free to msg me and if anyone's interested and i can open up requests so i have an excuse to write more juicy content uwu

actually pls msg me i'm going to run out of oneshot ideas eventually and just be sad

Stay With Me | Canonverse Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.6k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, slight divergence from s4 plot (idk i wrote this in the middle of the night ok), just overall sweetness ♡

The sun had just set and you knew you had roughly 10 hours before you had to leave to face both Eren and Zeke, who had full control of the Titans on the island and were leading them down a path of destruction.

You stood outside your tent as you took off your cloak. As your eyes traced over the symbol of the Scouts that was supposed to symbolize the wings of freedom, you felt your breath hitch. Nearly everyone that you had met when you first got initiated into the Scouts all those years ago was gone. It was now literally only you, Hange, and Levi—maybe even less after the battle the following day.

The odds were overwhelmingly against you. The enemy had the ability to transform into deadly Titans. Your ranks have been devastated by just Zeke alone and now you were going to face off against both Zeke and Eren with minimal forces.

Levi was an Ackerman that had a stupid amount of strength when it came to combat. While you could not be fairly compared to Humanity's Strongest Soldier™, you were also a formidable force on the battlefield. However, those factors paled when it came to the Jaeger brothers. Zeke alone, even while injured, brought both of you to the brink of death through a cleverly set trap. If the cards hadn't lined up correctly, both you and Levi would be dead.

A part of you did wish that you had just died so that you could join your fallen comrades, but you knew how much that would destroy Levi.

With a solemn look on your face, you gently undid the buckles around your waist that held your mobility gear in place. As you raised your arms off to pull the harness over your head, you felt a sharp pain on your upper right side and let go of the harness as you lowered your arm, letting out a soft groan of pain.

You took a deep breath as you prepared to lift your harness over your head again.

However, before you were even able to exert any force to lift it, you felt someone walk up behind you and the harness was gently raised off of you. You glanced back and saw that Levi had noticed you struggling and came over to help.

“How’s your wound?” he asked quietly.

"I feel pathetic," you whispered without answering his question, watching as he set your gear down next to your tent. “How the hell am I supposed to fight those two monsters if I can’t even take my own gear off?”

Levi remained quiet as you spoke, lifting up your right arm to check on your bandaging. Seeing that it was starting to come undone, he gently nudged you towards his own tent.

“Come, I’ll swap out your gauze.”

~~~~~

You sat on the floor of Levi's tent with your arm raised, staring at the door with a blank expression as he unwrapped the old bandaging and began replacing it with new ones. You frowned as you saw the fresh blood that had begun to stain the old set of bandages. Levi had said that your bandages were becoming undone, but it seems that the wound had started bleeding again as well.

You looked over at him, grief entering your heart as you thought about what the most likely outcome was for tomorrow's battle that was rapidly approaching.

Once he was done, you both got out of his tent and saw that the majority of the remaining Scouts had gone to sleep in their individual tents. You turned towards him without quite making eye contact and spoke quietly.

“Big day tomorrow.”

"Yeah?" he replied, matching your volume.

"We might not survive this battle," you said with your voice devoid of emotion.

“I know.”

“He already fucked us both over when we least expected it. We should be prepared for anything.”

"I know," he repeated. He knew what you were trying to say. He knew about the thoughts that were running through your mind about not surviving the upcoming battle.

You sighed tiredly as you began to turn and leave for your own tent, unsure if you were going to be able to get any sleep.

"Wait," Levi said before placing his hand on your arm to keep you from turning further. His voice was so quiet it was barely audible.

You stopped turning, but frowned.

“You going to take me off the mission again?”

“No,” he said before pausing, as if he was thinking about how to choose his words carefully.

As you watched him, you realized you knew where his train of thought was going. You felt your heart pounding harder and harder as you slowly looked up at him, staring right into his steel blue eyes.

It was agonizing for the both of you to stand there, wondering what the others' next move was going to be. You both knew what you wanted, and what the other other was offering. You've known it for years at this point. You knew when you brought it up the night before the battle of Shiganshina. You knew when you brought it up at your camp a few weeks ago before Zeke got away. You've known, but by the time you were ready to address it, disaster had struck and you ran out of time.

As a result, Levi felt incredibly pressured on this final night before a big battle. You both had a very close call where you lost nearly everything. It was a miracle that you were still alive.

Before you could think of a proper response, he pulled you into a gentle kiss, relief soaring through his body as he felt you relax into him. He knew why he had latched so hard onto the idea of protecting you. He knew why his mind became murky and cloudy upon the idea of you being in danger. He knew why he was absolutely devastated when he saw your state after the explosion. He had loved you all along, but was too scared to acknowledge it.

You stood there for a few seconds before he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.

“Keep this between us,” he whispered. “And don’t-”

“-die on me, you idiot.” 

You finished his sentence for him with a small smirk before pulling back and looking up at him. He had noticed that you were slightly blushing and he found himself in one of the rare instances in which he was smiling and sustaining it for more than 5 seconds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…Levi.”

You shot him another smile as you said his name.

He felt his own smile fade away as you shuffled around, preparing to turn and walk away. His grip on you tightened a bit, signaling you to stop turning. The idea of being away from you placed a strong pressure on his chest that was making it hard for him to breathe properly.

“Stay with me tonight.”

"Hmm?" you said quietly, looking up into his eyes again.

“If we might not live to see tomorrow, then stay with me tonight.”

Your gaze softened as he spoke.

“What happened to keeping this between us?”

"I'm sure I'll think of something," he said as he gently nudged you and you both walked back into his tent.

You were both short enough to be able to fully stand even inside the tent. For the first time ever since you first met him, you felt nervous around him, suddenly aware of the weight that your words now mean to him. Given Levi's past, you recognized that it likely took every ounce of strength he had in him to make that first move.

You saw him begin to take off his own mobility gear and you slowly moved your arm up and down to try to ease the newly wrapped bandages in.

He noticed your movements and walked over to you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around to face him.

"Don’t move around too much or it’ll open again. We’re going to run out of bandages eventually."

"Well, I'm not going to be able to sit still while in battle, am I?"

He gave you an exasperated look.

"At least make it so that you don't bleed out in your sleep. You'll stain the sleeping bag."

You had to stifle a chuckle at his comment. Even in this very post-apocalyptic scenario in which you were surrounded by death and destruction, Levi Ackermann was still a neat freak.

"You know, I'm surprised you're even okay with a sleeping bag, given how dirty it can get sleeping on the ground," you teased, a playful grin showing on your face.

"I'm not, but it's not like we have much of a choice."

Just as you were about to retort with some ridiculous, unrealistic method to maintain his need to be clean despite being in the middle of the woods, he had pulled you into another kiss, although you weren't sure if it was just his way of shutting you up.

Regardless, you didn't mind. You shut your eyes as you pressed your body up against him.

Even if you might not survive to see the day after, even if disaster continued to strike, even if you might never see him again, you acknowledged that you at least had him here now—embracing you and loving you like nothing else existed except for the two of you in this very moment.

A/N: yes you can probably tell they're going to do the naughty but it's sweet uwu-vibes naughty

[leffee]

More headcannons on your son?

My Vinnie son!! :D

his absolute least favourite season is winter, he hates it with a passion, it's not up to discussion. It has good sides, he can admit it, but the cons outweight the pros greatly in his opinion. With that vague "colder body temperature" disease I gave him, it's way too cold for him most of the time, while normally he gets sick rarely, during winter he gets sick bad approximately every other week and not for 2 days either; it's slippery outside which with his clumsiness is a terrible combinations, not to mention that all of that saps all the energy out of him. He wants to go out, especially with his friends, but honestly he'd much rather wait the winter out at home

besides his hair, his body part he looks after the most are his feet. However, while he cares about his hair completely willingly, he was forced to do the same with his feet. The story is this: he dances a lot, right? He might not be good at it but he does like it. And while dancing you work a lot on your feet and strain them. At one point, he realized that his feet were in a pretty bad state, but being himself he didn't want to do anything about it at first. Eventually though, it came to the point when they really started hurting him, felt tired and had blisters. Not willing to endure it anymore he bought some stuff and ever since then he's been taking good care of them. Damn, that's a lot of talk about Vinnie feet. Damn

it's not normally visible, but somewhere in his hair he has 6 bobby pins, and yes, they are supposed to represent his friends so he can "take" them anywhere. Each one he got from each of them. From some of them he already had had one before getting this idea that he borrowed and didn't give back because they didn't really care about getting it back cause it's just a bobby pin. From those he didn't have one when he came out with this, he simply asked if they could give him a bobby pin. And so they did, until he got one from each of them and started wearing them

he's hyper aware whenever going up or down the stairs because he fell down on them so many times he expects it to happen every time. He's not afraid of falling or getting hurt in general, but it simply happened so much that his consciousness "generously" granted him the habit of focusing only on stairs when on them. Don't talk to him when doing that, he's not going to register that anyway

he can turn both his feet almost 180 degrees so they face backwards (ok, it's actually more like 160 or so, but 180 sounds better and appeals more to the imagination). He can't walk like that but it's a cool party trick. Well, to some it's cool, others think it's gross but perhaps impressive most of the time. It's hard to find anything about this on internet so idk if it's due to lack of some joints or maybe some doubled cartilages but he has whatever that is

this might one of my more random headcanons, but he writes in cursive. Also while we're at it, have I ever said he's left-handed? I might have but I don't remember now. He is

remember when I said he likes Zoe's taste in music? He also likes her own songs a lot, and will, sometimes unconciously, hum or sing them to himself, especially when alone and doing something he doesn't need to focus on too much. The sort of taking a shower or brushing his hair, and he will sing "Not every star is in the sky" or "The Fire Hydrant Song" to himself absent-mindedly

him and Pepper give each other stupid gifts on Valentine's day, acting like they are madly in love with each other, but in such mocking and overdramatic way it's obvious they're just acting. For example, Pepper will kneel on one knee before Vinnie with a McDonald's box, open it, and there will be heart-shaped chicken nuggets inside, then say "I-it's not like I like you, baka! X( But I got you this gift uwu". Next, Vinnie will gasp dramatically and way louder than needed, clutch his shirt near his heart, and pretend to wipe tears "P-Pepper-chan, this is the best gift I ever got!".

whenever he wants to hang out with Sunil but for some reason Sunil can't but is still in his house, in a world where they live right next to each other (because I'm not too sure if I like them living right next to each other or not) Vinnie simply opens his window wide and will bend over it "miserably" and hang like that, and yes, Sunil can see that from one window in his house. Vinnie can stand like that for hours, it's genuinely not an attempt to make Sunil invite him over out of pity or anything, he gets that he might be busy, but that's just him showing his sadness over this. A bit overdramatic maybe. The first time Sunil saw that he just simply smiled sympathetically at first, but then got busy and once he finished 3 hours later, he walked next to the window overlooking Vinnie's house, not even thinking that Vinnie would be still there so he wasn't looking. However, from the corner of his eye he caught Vinnie doing just that and had to double-check to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was. At first he thought that maybe Vinnie took a break and at some point came back but nope, he was there the entire time

he's like the opposite of Minka in this one way at least, because while Minka's scared of small spaces, he personally really likes them, there's something comforting about being squeezed and/or surrounded from every side. Basically, he liked being squeezed, it's nicer when it's hugs and all, but tight spaces are really great too. Fun fact it that there was a period of time when I actually gave him claustrophobia, just way less severe than Minka's but nah, I'm over this headcanon, now he likes it. It's true in some other universe

Idk how to end it, so have a picrew image I made of my beloved

He looks absolutely silly

[ghoulfr13nd]

hiii!!! hope you're doing well!!! you know, i'm actually impressed you weren't answering on laptop or in notepad considering how long were our conversations getting already! ghsdfjk i always have to have my notepad opened when writing asks bcos im scared id send them on accident or delete them fsdgjk

Moonlight Sonata and in general these small bits of mood shifts were very effective! and it's amazing that even though they are outliers they still match the general playlist! another song that had BIG effect on me was also I Never Told You What I Do for a Living! i think it was the first major mood shift completely steering the wheel somewhere else and like- it also shocked me, i almost felt like i was lured by mac's party persona only to be brought into a dark alley and get stabbed fgsdjkfl it felt like the title was said to me literally by her before getting murdered fsdjkdfg

oh yeah! from experience i can tell that just talking about ocs/story helps! its something about an active brainstorming and answering questions makes oc brain going! fgdsjsdf im so happy our talks help you out! :D and ooh, if you're not sure if there should be more than angels and demons there are always could be man-made horrors! :D Linsey being a human experiment that escaped the lab sounds like something that could potentially match her? but of course it's just a suggestion, im just joining the brainstorming! idk how compatible that would be with your story it's just on idea! fgsdj

and of course! i love them, i actually think Mac became my blorbo? considering how much space she takes in my brain vs the amount of info i have about her i'd say she's Up There? fgsdjfsdkl speaking about questions! how does mac look btw? by the pic for her playlist i assume she's a blonde/has hair dyed in pastel color and has rather "party girl" fashion sense but outside of that im not making any assumptions and i don't think i saw any drawings of her in what you shared so i'm curious! additionally: since she's an angel does she have wings? 👀 i assume if she does she can hide them to better blend in with humans? and what weapon does she use to kill people??? finn should love his waders he makes them work swimmingly! uwu dfasghk ADDITIONAL QUESTION: do you have any instruments that you associate with specific oc? for example i associate cello with Klepsydra!

OOH OK OK! just a disclaimer, i'm aware not all of the songs match them but these are just songs that i was listening to and had a thought like "that's so mac-core" fsdhfjsd anyway!: Mac: Lollipop by MIKA That Girl by Emei Don't Wanna Sleep my Maneskin Nerves by Icon For Hire Raise Hell by Dorothy Platitudes (Piano) by Lucas Saur Panacea by Disasterpeace (piano makes me think about her idk why ;v;) Fret Street by Go! Child Land of Opportunity by A Great Big World Unholy by Sam Smith Rise Above by Tommee Profitt GRRRLS by AViVA Odds Are by The Fifth Guys Animal by Jim Yoself Crossed The Line by Vosai Reaper by Glaceo Demon Mode by Stileto Again by Crusher-P looks at the amount of songs uhhhhh. do you see what i mean when i say mac's like blorbo to me???? i had to make a LIST! fgsdjkfsdlfjdsfhk

Ves: Black Sheep by Dorothy LA FINE by Maneskin Hope of Morning by Icon of Hire Dead of Night by Daniel Olsén Recycled Youth by Call Me Karizma Jessica Kill by Sum 41

with Linsay i don't have much but i had one song that popped into my head (with my limited understanding of her backstory!): Sorry About Your Parents by Icon For Hire (which i think is too… idk aggressive for her but also… hmmmm…) and also uh Home in the West by Lucas Saur

i don't know much about Finn but i still have something!: Welcome to the Habitat by Lucas Saur The Water Shelf by Disasterpeace (oh yeah that reminds me, what kind of music does Finn listen to?)

thank you! and you know, ironically Klepsydra isn't a main character, even though they are my main oc fhdsjk they are mostly in background, doing their own thing outside of main cast's stories, so narrative treats them as Void bound actually but they are pretty heart bound in their concept! (maybe even witch of heart? they gotta be manipulating class for sure fgsdfhk) anyway! they don't interact with the "main" cast often, the time they are on the screen they are mostly there for comedic effect and then they vanish, and it goes like that for a long time, until the narrative finally decides to focus on them for one "filler" chapter where they get hurt at the end and their powers get revealed to the audience, something like- "oh hey remember this joke character that's always smiling and nice but never lets people get too close? well there's a reason they behave this way and are actually super angsty mf with super destructive powers and they are vital to the story, isn't it wild?" and from that point the narrative would give them more and more spotlight which would culminate in a finale where they can't hide/run away from their own emotions any longer and it ends up in destruction- so yeah…. id say running away and avoiding problems is a big part of their story fhsdfjk (and yes, im sure that says nothing about us, nope! :D)

music anon 🎶

IM DOING WELL!! i went to a concert in tuesday and actually typed most of this that day but i was at work and busy and now its saturday 10:51pm. anyway i saw modest mouse with my brother, so thats one more gender playlist artist down>>>:3c also today i was given a tour of a funeral home and i went to the cemetery and volunteered in the visitors center there, and i’ve been listening to marie kondo’s book and generally just feeling pretty great!! and now i am. very tired. like emotionally. i’m not used to this. i started prozac like a month ago and i feel SO MUCH ALL THE TIME HOW DO NOT-DEPRESSED PEOPLE DO THIS ALL THE TIME. ALSO HOW ARE *YOU!!!!!!!!!*

but!! no uhhh dont get me wrong i usually type my responses out in the notes on my phone (hiii im typing this in here rn!!). i like being able to scroll through your ask without scrolling away from my answer… i did need an actual keyboard for the big answer though>:3c

and aaaa that makes me so happy!! genuinely so so happy. a lot of the pop on mac’s playlist (aside from a few songs) are mostly there for vibes, it is the fluff of the club before she either reveals herself or has a moment of brief self reflection. shes efficient and ruthless and machine-like in her (no pun intended) execution. but she doesn’t allow herself to think about the morality of what she’s doing. she serves her purpose, her holy mission provided to her by God — and God is good, right? who is she to question His plan? and so she does see herself as sort of an extension, a limb, rather than her own being. and who she actually is is at odds with what she’s being made to do, and so sometimes she gets these quiet moments where her heart breaks a little bit, before she shuts it down with partying and drinking and girls.

i’m so?!???!!!!!! touched!!!!!!!!! MY oc? your blorbo? 🥺 that makes me so happy!! i’m so honored!! i love her so much and i have so much fun playing with her in my head and it makes me so happy to have someone to talk about her with!!!

Mac is the type to change her look often! I imagine her changing her hair style/color to match her outfits. whichhh is very easy for her because (AND I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT TOLD YOU THIS!!) her humanoid form isn’t her only form!! she’s able to change between them at will. i haven’t decided the specifics of her angelic form but it’s somewhere in the realm of a bird of prey/harpy/phoenix type deal. and similarly, Ves’s demon counterpart is either a snake or dragon situation. their humanoid forms are their default, and i imagine they become more animalistic as tension grows :3

buuuut Mac generally has either light light blonde, white, or pastel colored hair! it generally leans more white, though. i imagine her eyelashes are white too, and she has gold eyes. she also is usually wearing pink or white, though not exclusively. she tends to have a mix of eras going on, generally pop girly aesthetics from 90s/y2k - present. i like to imagine it manifests as sort of a retro-futuristic vibe.

i havent really thought much about what she wears for leisure… i’ll start thinking about that more :0

she DOES have wings and also a halo! though she does hide them most of the time. generally i’ve sort of imagined her halo becomes a collar when she’s hiding it, and then as she takes on a more righteous display for killing, it expands and rises above her head and her hair falls over it. i’ve usually imagine her using a large hammer to fight (think john egbert or ramona flowers), but i think when it comes time to actually kill, she generally just uses her hands. she also has sharp teeth!

(adjacently, Ves uses a scythe when she fights — though its a lot more rare for her to, and she generally doesn’t want to kill anyone. she would have to be really pushed to her limits before she snaps and gets to that point 👀)

also let me just share Ves and Mac’s pinterest boards!! i don’t know why i didnt think about sharing them sooner fjskdj. also i dont know if i touched on it beyond “they’re dating” but Mac is a lesbian and Ves is bi/pan

ohhhh i love cello for Klepsydra…. those vibes go so well!!

for Mac, i associate her with harsh electric guitar and soft piano!

Ves is drums and mellower electric guitar, some acoustic guitar

Linsey is banjo!

I’m not sure about Finn yet. I’ve been being pulled towards more of a like, synth-pop no-lyrics sort of vibe for him, but who knows if that’ll stick! (its been a minute since i listened to all the songs you recommended - i did that the day of the concert. is that where im pulling that from?)

ALSO I’VE LISTENED TO ALL THE MAC SONGS NOW AND I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST. YOU ARE SO RIGHT SO MANY OF THESE ARE SOOOO MAC-CORE.

the only one i dont really see myself associating with her is Lollipop by MIKA and thats NOT bc i don’t see the potential of it, its because i listened to that album with my mom in the car ALL THE TIME when i was little and so every time i hear any of the songs from it, i think about being like 9 years old and asking my mom to play the lollipop song hfskjdjd. but yes yes yes i love this playlist for her!!! one of my favorites from it is don’t wanna sleep….. also unholy!! very very fitting.

i do like the songs you’ve chosen for Ves but i feel like theyre a little too… emotionally intense, i think? Ves is NOT in touch with her emotions at all, in an equal but opposite way as Mac. shes a very in-the-moment person, not as a rule but just because its hard for her to think about time in either direction. shes just trying to get from one moment to the next. (which is also sort of the opposite of Mac, too, huh? :0 in the way that Mac tends to mix time up together rather than avoid thinking about it)

also i will say that i do think some of ves’s playlist that *i’ve* made doesnt communicate that well. i was pleased as punch that you were able to clock her so well with my music choices, because i’ve had a really hard time with it. she’s been sort of in a mutating state — shes a LOT different than how i originally envisioned her when i made her. the issue was that i wanted conflicting personality traits for her, and now i’ve committed to some and mac has the rest, while also having her own unique qualities that i’m really excited about.

sorry about your parents is a little too aggressive for Linsey, but I liked home in the west!! i dont remember what i thought about the ones for Finn off the top of my head 😔 i would relisten to all of them before replying and i dont want to wait anymore

ANDDDDD KLEPSYDRA BEING A SIDE CHARACTER THAT IS SLOWLY REVEALED TO HAVE SO MUCH MORE GOING OM??? THAT FUCKS SO HAAAARRRDDD I LOVE IT!! i’m interested in what issues in the story it is shes avoiding? :0 whats going on in the main plot over there? 👀

[ntntpad-art]

Magnus heart surgery inspo?

say no more. Read this.

So sometimes I read stories where Magus had heart surgery/transplant and stuff and I'm not saying what you're writing is bad or whatever. Butttt, as a person who has had heart surgery I can give my two cents here and help inspire a very very small fandom uwu

Btw i'm a woman and I had heart surgery when I was super young! So it's probably not going to be accurate to the biology of an angry old man haha

cw for medical stuff.

depending on how good is your surgeon, is how well your scar is going to heal. (also how well you naturally scar)

like not all scars are super bumpy and red and intense. But there are surgeons/nurses/staff (whomever I guess, they're more than one person in the surgery room with you) who are more careful with their stitch work / cutting.

like my scar is 10+ years old but ever since I was young it wasn't super noticeable bc these people did a surprisingly good job.

You have metal wires holding your bones together.

they have to cut the sternum open to get to your heart and stuff, so to close it up they loop wires into both sides. It looks sort of like a shoe lace in x-rays.

depending on your age is depending on how many wires you're gonna have (I think?)

You can't do a lot of physical work after the surgery. Maybe like 10 months to a year.

I remember I couldn't play at recess lol. I did anyways (bc I would sneak out. (could have fucking died bro.))

the scar can itch.

the scar can be sensitive too. it can burn.

Protecting your scar from the sun people! Magnus would wear a shirt to the beach for the first year or so of his surgery.

pressing down on your scar area doesn't feel that great either. My mom threw an apple at me the other day and I caught it on my chest and I needed a moment.

It's not pain. but it's not fun...

You can remember the pain. No matter how out of it on drugs you were, if you think back on it you can remember the pressure/pain of the wires and stuff.

maybe it's more of a mental thing, or my brain just blocks the feeling of them idk.

you get a tube inserted into you as a drain right after the surgery. For me it was inserted through my belly button, for adults it's around the lower sternum area. (Magnus would have a scar on the lower sternum area.)

the tube goes all the way inside of you and lays directly under your heart/where they operated on. It looks like a transparent hose

They take the hose out while you're awake.

straight up without warning, a nurse will walk up to you, and they will pull it out like a clown with those weird infinity handkerchiefs.

I'm sure I was on some pain medication (going in and out of consciousness) but uh,,,I remember feeling every inch of that hose being pulled out guys. It felt like something moving from chest out my stomach.

I didn't get stitches either. She just smacked an extra sticky band-aid on that bad boy and she left. I wasn't traumatizing btw, it was just a very weird experience.

you have to take care of your stitches! they can get infected! and the scar can look darker/bigger on the infected stitches!

needles. needles in your arm, hand, everywhere. I had one in my back at some point (that one had like teeth or something? It felt like a zipper when they pulled it out of me and when I looked back it was like a blue zipper thing).

Cardiologist appointments every year.

Cardiologist also kind of suck, bc the waiting room is always packed with super old people and they look at you weird bc you wear ripped jeans. Imagine Magnus just being starred down by a grandma bc of his hair.

echocardiograms. They suck.

It's a sonogram of the heart. They are press this flat wand against your chest, which doesn't feel fun bc of he wires and stuff. And they dump half a bottle of cold silicon based lube on you to glide the wand better, and it spreads everywhere, and you're tying to stay still and not kick your legs while he technician pressed the same spot with the wand and she says nothing the entire time. But it also sucks if she does say something.

anyways they finish up and leave you with a whole chest worth of lube and they only give you ONE paper towel square for you to clean up and get dressed.

When she leaves you steal more...but it's never enough.

I don't even have chest hair, imagine the men who do. Poor Magnus.

chest pains.

your heartbeat sounds deferent too. (depending on what you had done, it can be heard even without a stethoscope.)

Holter monitor at some point.

It's a box with wires clipped onto patches that you wear for two days. It's done to monitor your heart beats for a full 24 hours. The patches get itchy and if you scratch at them the box registers the movement as heart beats and when the Cardiologist looks at the tests it just straight up looks like you just had a heart attack.

fashion-wise your scar will show. Tank tops, V necks, Bralettes, the scar will peak through the top.

Clothes has never really bothered my scar, but after surgery I would wear button-ups or super big t-shirts since my movement was limited.

look up femoral artery. They use that on some heart procedures too.

That's about all I can think of. hope this helped someone with their writing/art <3

[just-pineapple-responses]

Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉ 

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥��𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ���

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

MORE

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

r

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

[all-my-love-for-harry]

Don’t shout.

summary: Harry doesn't know what to do after he lied to Y/N.

word count: 1.7k

based on these requests:

"fuck i didn’t mean to send that haha okay for ‘shy little boy’ can u do something where yn and harry fight over him going to a girls house while on tour (but she’s a friend) when he gets back home yn ignores him bc she found out n stuff (the kid is not home i can’t remember his name srry) hope this makes sense"

and

"How about when Harry and y/n fight and Artemis thinks they are going to break up but he doesn't want Harry to leave him. I love you writing. Artemis is sooo cute uWu."

and

"hey idk if you’re taking requests but i was wondering if you could do one where you and harry get into an argument where he makes you cry and artemis sees and gets mad at harry and won’t talk to him until harry apologizes to you,, ty !!"

and

"where y/n and harry have there first big fight"

and

"For the my shy little boy series, could you do one where y/n and Harry fight about something and Artemis gets upset at one of them as well?"

a/n: had to change the requests a bit but i hoped they worked together!! I enjoy writing angst so i liked doing this one :)

you can find more of my shy little boy here

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: 

Y/N was never one to pick up a fight. She was the type of person who preferred bottle up her feelings, most of the time. Usually she didn't have drama in her life aside from the occasional four-year-old tantrums and stuff, but then again she hasn't dated anyone in what felt like years. And she has never dated a famous person before, so every day she learned something new.

Like how trust is the most fundamental part of a relationship. She couldn't believe every little thing that was put in the internet about him, as eighty percent of it was all fake information. So she always trusted Harry and waited for his side of things before jumping to any conclusions.

However, this time, she couldn't do that. Not when dozens of pictures of him leaving one of his ex-girlfriend's house with the same clothes from the day before where all over the internet. She couldn't care less about that part, to be honest. What she was hurt about was the fact that Harry told her he was at his hotel and wasn't going to go out that night.

She knew Harry had friends, a lot of them were women. And she was no one to tell him who he could and could not hang out with. What she felt betrayed about was that he lied about it.

Now, Y/N considered herself a very mature person. But this time she allowed to feel angry and ignored every call of Harry's, not being in the mood to talk to him after she saw those pictures.

When he was back to London, he already had figured what was the problem. And he couldn't blame Y/N for ignoring him either, so as soon as he landed, Harry went straight to Y/N's home, determined to give her an explanation.

Y/N opened the door, raising an eyebrow at him but let him in anyway. She turned around and walked to the kitchen, completely ignoring him. Harry closed the door behind him and followed her, knowing her silence was anything but a good sign.

"Where's Artemis?" He asked softly, trying to make small conversation.

"His room." She murmured, raising a glass of water up to her mouth to drink from it.

"Are you mad at me?" He already knew the answer, but he didn't know how to bring up the subject. All he received was a bitter laugh from her. "I'm sorry..."

"For what? Because you lied to me or because you got caught?"

"Caught? Nothing happened, Y/N."

"Then why did you lied to me?!" She almost slammed the glass on the kitchen island, growing really angry. "Why you didn't tell me you were with her?"

"I didn't want you to be mad." He murmured, like a little kid who was being scolded.

"And how do you think i am right now? Uh?" Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/N stared at him. "I trust you, Harry. Every day, all the time. All i ever ask from you is honesty. What happens when i can't even get that?"

Harry panicked for a second, not knowing if she was going to break up with him over this. "Please, tell me how i can make it better."

"Start with telling me why you lied." She demanded. "And don't say because you didn't want to upset me because i'm not buying that. I called you the night before those pictures were taken. You told me you were at your hotel room, was that even true?"

He nodded furiously. "I was at my room when i called you. I swear."

"You told me you were gonna take a shower then you'd call again to wish Artemis a good night, but you never did. Harry, i called you, three times and you didn't answer. Here i was thinking you were so tired of working you fell asleep when in reality you were at you ex's house doing god knows what!" A single tear rolled down her left eye, breaking Harry's heart.

"She called me. She had broken up with her boyfriend and needed a friend." He said. "We drank a little, that's why i couldn't drive back to the hotel. I slept in her couch. Nothing happened, baby, you have to believe me."

"I'm not worried about you cheating, Harry. I worry about you lying to me. How can i trust you if you don't tell me the truth?" More tears fell from her eyes. "I don't want to be that type of girlfriend, but i thought we could tell each other everything."

"And we can, god, we can. I'm sorry, so sorry, baby."

 "Were you still going to tell me even if those pictures didn't come out?" She asked. Her lip was trembling as she waited for him to answer, however, Harry stayed silent. "That's what i thought."

She tried to walk out of the kitchen, but Harry wrapped his hand around her wrist gently, stopping her from leaving. But Y/N was too hurt right now to react properly, so she snapped. "Don't!"

"Mummy?" A much smaller, scared voice was heard, making both adults swallow hard. "Why are you crying?" Artemis was confused when he saw the tears on his mother' face, but then his eyes landed on Harry. Under any other circumstances, he'd jump on his arms, excited he was back home. But he was quick to put two and two together, and he instantly blamed Harry for his mummy's tears. So he furrowed, stepping in front of Y/N to take a good look at her.

"Hey, baby. Were you there long?" Y/N asked him, running a hand through his soft curls. Artemis shook his head. He didn't heard much, and what he heard he didn't understand. Just that his mum was shouting and Harry was apologizing for something. "Let's go back to your room, okay?"

She took his hand and guided him back to his room, staying with him for a little bit to show him she was okay. She knew Harry wouldn't leave, especially not after a fight, but she wasn’t sure she could keep fighting with him once she came out.

Harry made the decision to make lunch for them, hoping Y/N would be willing to talk to him. He knew Artemis was now mad at him too, and Harry felt so bad for upsetting his two loves. God only knows how protective Artemis is of his mum.

He didn’t even know why he couldn’t answer Y/N’s last question. He didn’t think paparazzi would take pictures of him entering and exiting his ex-girlfriend’s house, or that Y/N would react in that way. But he also understood how bad it looked from her perspective.

“You’re still here.” He heard her voice from behind.

“I’d never leave while we’re like this.” Harry turned to look at her, furrowing when he saw her red eyes. “I never meant to upset you.” She nodded, staying quiet. “I know how the world makes it look every time I’m out with someone from the opposite sex, I’ve been targeted as the biggest player for that.”

“Those things are not true.”

“And you know that. But… in my past relationships, they didn’t believe me. They’d automatically assume the worst, that’s why I didn’t want you to find out. I didn’t want the opinion you have of me to change. I’m truly sorry.”

Y/N sighed. She looked at him in the eye and could see how vulnerable Harry was allowing himself to be right now, how honest and regretful his eyes looked.

“You’re a good friend, and a good boyfriend. That’s what I think of you. Harry, you don’t have to lie or hide things from me. I know nothing happened, I trust you in that. Just, please, be honest with me. I don’t want to find out of things when there’s already millions of pictures online, I want to hear the truth from you so we can save arguments like these.”

Harry nodded furiously, again. “I promise, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you.” She stated. Harry walked towards her and pulled her for a tight hug, squeezing her close to his chest and sighing in relief. “But Artemis is kind of upset too.”

“I should go apologize to him too. We shouldn’t have been fighting with him in the house.”

“Go talk to him, I’ll finish this.” She pointed at the almost done meal Harry was cooking.

He obeyed, making his way towards the little boy’s room. The door wasn’t entire closed but he still knocked before entering. “Hey.” He said softly, but Artemis didn’t answer. “I’m sorry you heard that, monkey.”

“You made my mummy cry.” He stated, crossing his little arms across his chest, looking exactly like Y/N while doing it. “You have to apologize.”

“I already did, kiddo. Mummy and I have talked, now I want to say sorry to you, for upsetting you.” Harry knelt in front of him.

“Are you gonna leave?” He said, his mood drastically changed as his eyes filled with tears.

Harry was confused by the question, but was quick to assure him. “Of course not. Everything’s fine, monkey. Adults fight sometimes, but I’m not gonna leave, ever.”

“That’s what my teacher told Susie but her dad doesn’t live with her anymore.” He rubbed his eyes with his little fists, whipping his tears.

“But that’s not us, Artemis. I’m here, do you see? I’m never gonna leave you or your mummy.”

“Promise?” Artemis offered him his right pinky and Harry wrapped his much bigger one around it without hesitation.

“You have my word.”

They hugged, Artemis wrapped his little arms around his neck, applying a little pressure as he was still afraid Harry would leave him. But in response, Harry just squeezed him closer to him. He sat on the floor with Artemis on his lap, letting him calm down as he cooed at him.

“I love you.” Harry barely heard the words, as Artemis spoke above a whisper, still pressed to Harry’s tattooed chest.

But he still heard. And he couldn’t help the dimpled smile from appearing on his face. He loved this boy more than he could ever begin to describe, and the reassurance that the feeling was mutual was always something Harry loved to hear.

He kissed the top of his head, brushing some blonde curls out of his small face so he could look directly at his hazel eyes. “Not as much as I love you.”

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[power-of-plot]

Hi! Can I have a hcs for Itachi, Kakashi react to their s/o who likes and always manages to surprise them with kisses or hugs? (=`ω´=) *throws flowers at you* Always love your writings so much❤

I... *sneezes cuz i got bad allergies* i'm so glad you enjoy it thank youu!! And thanks for all the reqs :3

Warnings: None.

Gn! reader

I T A C H I

Itachi's reaction time is almost inhumane, his skill to catch small details of his surroundings is astonishing, all of his abilities are beyond prodigious, he'd know when someone is coming at him from any direction with the slightest noise and a few close looks. To surprise him is something that gains his respect inmediately, this would boost his respect for you inmediately.

For his dismay, he doesn't have any particular good memories of people coming up at him out of the blue specially if they wrap their arms around him, at least the first time he'd flinch and almost use his combat skills before he notices it's just you. At the recessess of his mind each and every scorching memory of ambushes and people who approached him with malicious intentions ever since he was a kid still burn vividly.

After he notices it’s his significant other his shoulders untense and a soft smile forms in his lips, Itachi is someone very calm, if he’s getting literally nuked with kisses he’d close his eyes shut and wait for you to finish just so he can press a single tender kiss on your forehead.

His hugs are soft but long, he doesn’t use a big amount of pressure but does hold you as close as possible resting his head against you, his hand would slowly slide to the back of your head to caress your hair, as someone who isn’t very touchy this are of those brief times anyone could tell how much he cares about his lover. If you are shorter than him he bends down on your level and rests his head on the crook of your neck (uwu)

When he’s getting hugged from behind he’d lightly turn around to kiss you. Now, this isn’t a quick peck, it’s a gentle passionate kiss, he places both hands on your cheeks and leans in pressing his forehead against yours, Itachi gives me a good kisser vibe despite the little interaction he’s had with people besides Akatsuki, i feel like he just knows what to do.

Talking about surprise hugs, if he isn’t cooking some fried eggs or doing any chore that requires both arms he’d carry his s/o on his back just because, he likes to do it. If you wanted to he’d even carry you on his shoulders, hopefully you’re not too tall and crash with a cupboard or the ceilling- or a branch, because he often trains at the forest.

Idk why i wrote this but i had to .He might choke if you surprise him while he’s drinking water, ever since he was small it has happened, don’t believe me? He choked the moment he felt Shisui playing with his ponytail out of the blue and he was right next to him-. Give that poor thing some patpats on his back.

K A K A S H I

Kakashi way of behaving seems very nonchalant but, as a public pervert and reader of Icha Icha novels, he’s always aware of his surroundings, somewhat. He’s easier to surprise than Itachi that’s for sure, his vision focuses mainly on what’s ahead to keep himself from bumping into anything or anyone, you would usually surprise him from behind.

Don’t jump to him, seriously! the impact would probably push his book out of his hands into the ground, he’d struggle to find what page he was in later. There are several dont’s with surprising him and the main one is doing it on public, depends on what you do but if no one’s around he might slide his mask down and kiss you, this man is a good and experienced kisser you can’t change my mind!

To be honest he wouldn’t flinch or even consider attacking as long as he’s inside Konoha or in a crowded place, he’d probably think you’re Gai once again asking for a duel.

When you’re showering him with kisses the single eye he shows closes shut in a cheerful way, he somehow expresses more emotion with one single eye than some with their entire face, if you’re in public he spins you around and kiss you temples through his mask. In private he goes slower, he hold you up with your legs around his waist, mask off and long passionate kiss.

His hugs are often “stronger” but shorter, here’s why: he would hold you up so your arms over his shoulders around his neck, one of his arm is holding your weight and the other is on your back, he’s muscular but not a god sooner or later his arm grows tired, he tries to last as long as he can though! Wrap your legs around his waist and problem solved. Pretty obvious he keeps this in private.

It doesn’t matter what direction you’re hugging/kissing him from, he reciprocates, hug him from behind while he’s busy and he’ll move his arm to an awkward angle to hug you, manage to kiss him from above and you get an inverse spiderman kiss!

Requests are open! BrUh i'm seriously considering to write a drabble about that kiss with Kakashi... thanks for reading :].

Req. Rules.

[dreamrecorder]

Hey, I love love love your stuff! I noticed you had your requests open and I hope this isn't too much to ask and of course if it is you can just ignore it!

But I recently made the decision to finally get a hysterectomy this summer after eight years of struggling with endometriosis and adenomyosis, and even though I know I never want kids anyway it's still kind of been nerve wracking and it's also been making me insecure? Its like... Also a lack of choices for my future? Idk it's a little complicated and I wouldn't blame you for turning this request down, but do you think you could write some zhongli fluff and comfort for me? I just kinda want something to read when I'm feeling nervous and insecure and could use some serotonin. Tysm, love your stuff a lot

Have a great day! Ily

Always You

Zhongli x F!Reader

I honestly dont know if this was fluff enough because i kinda relate about some stuff here ksks- but pls pls pleeease i hope you would enjoy reading this- and if you need to talk to someone- i'll have my ears open ily- it was very brave of you to come up with that tough decision and i am proud uwu you are so so so strong i hope you know that

Bleed*** - menstruation basically but i kept things vague

You came from a very traditional family, whose roots dated back during the early years of Liyue. As such, your family also have equally traditional views on womanhood. One of these is that, it is your duty to bear children for your future husband. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to bring honor to your family.

When you became of the expected age to have bled- you never did. You and your parents waited for months for any signs of your first bleeding- any sign that you can bear children. But you never bleed.

You remember the horror in your mother's face. The disappointment in your father's.

That day, you seethed at yourself for being who you are but you made a decision to keep your head high. A woman has more capabilities than simply bearing children. It was a motivation that kept you going through the years- however there are times when you would gaze upon women smiling on their children,

There was this twist in your heart- prominent realizations that you can never have what they have…

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Zhongli became a blooming point in your life. He was gentle and kind, smart and handsome- all qualities that any woman would want. He was so understanding and patient, but you never told him your secret. Yes, you trusted the man- yet you were scared- what would he do when you told him your secret?

Despise you? Leave you? Hate you? Those thoughts only intensified when you see him telling a story to the children that surrounded him one day in the harbor.

It was very subtle, but Zhongli noticed how anxious you behaved these days. You stutter at the simplest questions. You become easily surprised at the smallest unexpected noise. How you also avoided his eyes while you play with the hems of your clothes. Aside from those, he also noticed how you began to put distance between the two of you. At first, he decided not to intervene, for he trusted you that you would tell him your troubles when you are ready. However, when he entered your shared bedroom one night with your eyes glistening with tears- Zhongli knew he should have approached you sooner than have your feelings explode up.

With swift movements, the man went to you. Once close enough, he sat next to you as he gently lift your face for him to see. The way he, wiped your tears away, it made you release a small sob.

"Name, dear, what's wrong? Please tell me. Did I do anything to upset you?" Zhongli spoke with worry lacing his voice as he mulled over any reasons of your distress in his head. But you only shook your head. The man noticed your hesitance, and to resolve that, he simply placed a kiss on your forehead. After which, Zhongli snaked his hand hand to yours so that he could kiss every knuckle. He had hoped that these would ease your tension in your mind.

You needed to tell him the truth, now or never. 

After a few moments, you managed to steady your breathing as you held onto his hand tightly, scared that he would go away.

"I...I cannot bear your children." Was all you said in a whisper- looking away from him, not wanting to see the anger that would surface in his eyes. As for the man, himself- Zhongli was completely confused. He already knew that you didn't want to have kids in the future- and he respected that… After all, the labor of pregnancy will be carried by you- and he respected your views about children- So how did this topic of bearing him children broke you down so much?

"Name, I believe we already spoke about our decision about children. What brought this on? Please, Name, you can tell me anything."

At the question, Zhongli felt your hand grip his tighter. He watched you release a deep breath as you tried to organize your thoughts. With some semblance of calmness in your nerves, you told him you story about not having bled during you teens 'til now.

"I know I don't want kids, Zhongli- b-but…" you voice faded as your insecurities rose, but you felt the comforting touch and gaze your love gave you. A deep sigh and you continued, "But there's also a possibility that our decision might change. Like… I always felt that my choices are limited because of my condition. But you- you just had to choose me and I don't want to limit your life, too. You… you deserve a family, Zhongli."

You spoke the last sentence with your voice cracking. The thought of Zhongli leaving you for a better life- but with all your heart you didn't want to hold him back from having a proper family- A proper wife… Insecurities were rising again- fear, anxiety, loneline-

Your train of thoughts was stopped by the feeling of his lips plant into yours. And all you could do was melt in his arms with tears streaming once more. Both in relief and in sadness. Relief that he would still choose you, and in sadness that you can never be a proper wife he deserves. Once the man pulled away, he looked at you with those very same kind amber eyes that you fell in love with when you met him.

"Name, first of all- I love you, regardless of your condition. Just because you cannot bear me children does not make you any less of a person- Much more make me love you any less. I love you for you being who you are, and that will never change."

As soon as Zhongli had finished his declarations of love, happy tears flowed from your beautiful eyes. When he saw your lips rising into a smile that he adored so much, he whispered, "It will always be you."

[doctorgerth]

Hi coop! Welcome back, I have missed you! I hope you're doing all right. I hope to snatch a spot for your valentine's event UwU. Izo, Kiku or Sabo, “I didn’t take you for the settling down type.” (prompt 39) with as theme: a night in, and maybe reader proposes to take the next step and move in together? Fem reader, slight modern AU, but whichever works best for you! I trust you and your talent wholeheartedly. Sending smooches and good valentine's vibes already!

❥ “Stay” - Valentine’s Day Event Scenario [ 3 / 14 ]

❥ prompt: “I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

❥ theme: A Night In

❥ pairing: Izo x F!reader

❥ warnings: none

❥ word count: 1.3k

❥ a/n: this is my first time writing Izo and I’m not so sure I did that great...idk, I hope this turned out to your liking, Hazel! thanks for always being so friendly and supportive! hope you’re doing well, honey 💕

“It’s getting late, I should probably head home.” Izo whispered against your temple, placing a chaste kiss along your skin, “I’m sure Kiku is getting tired of waiting up on me.”

You groaned loudly as you writhed in his embrace, squeezing him tighter into you and refusing to let go. Izo was taken aback, you could tell, and that only made your cheeks burn hotter.

You had always prided yourself on being independent, after all. The two of you had a healthy balance of couple time and personal time, and you usually weren’t one to question it. But after two years of dating and nearly a year of sleepovers, you were beginning to grow tired of only keeping Izo to yourself for a day or two, three days at most. It was getting harder to say goodbye lately, no matter if he was coming over the following days, and the days and nights without him were beginning to take their toll on you.

Needless to say, this all made you realize how badly you wanted Izo in your home, in a more permanent setting. But how would you ask? How would he respond? Would he think you were moving too fast? Your thoughts raced with countless what ifs, making you snuggle harder into him for comfort.

He chuckled, allowing you to entrap him as he patted your head gently, “You’ve been awfully clingy today. Is everything okay?”

Of course he noticed. You eyed up at him with a defined pout on your lips. Izo had to restrain himself from kissing those cute lips of yours back into the warm smile he adored, instead he further inquired, curious as to why you were so against him leaving. It was always within the plan that Izo would head back home for the night.  

“I want you to stay.” You whined, hiding your face in the crease of his shoulder to conceal your embarrassing confession. It was the truth, but clearly he didn’t pick up on just how long you wanted him to stay as he laughed lightly once more.

“Love, you know I’ll be back over tomorrow.”

“I know…”

He placed two fingers under your chin, lifting you up to look at him, “What’s on your mind?”

Damn him. How were you supposed to be honest when he looked at you like that? Your eyes dropped guiltily, “It’s nothing.”

He flicked your forehead.

“Ow! Hey!”

“That’s for lying. Lie to me again and your next punishment will be far worse.” Izo placed a gentle kiss along the wound to soothe the slight pain, “So, I’ll ask again. What’s on your mind? Be honest this time.”

“Promise me you won’t laugh?”

He placed his fist over his heart and stared at you sincerely, “I promise.”

You inhaled deeply as you took his hands in yours. Izo grew concerned as you were silent and mindlessly rubbed your thumb along the top of his hand. Just as he was about to speak up, you broke the silence.

“What if, hypothetically speaking, I asked you if you wanted to move in with me? What would you say? Hypothetically?”

“I’d say…” He pondered for a moment, “that I didn’t take you for the settling down type. Hypothetically.”

Well that certainly wasn’t the answer you were expecting. Was that his way of saying no?

“You think I don’t want to be with you long term?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So...you just assumed we would live separately forever?”

“No! Okay, maybe that came out poorly.” It was his turn to hold your hands and rub at them in comforting motions, “I just know you like your space, and I’ve always been respectful of that. Are you sure you’re ready for me to intrude your space 24/7? Because you know...if we move in together…” He snatched you into his arms with a wide, mischievous grin on his lips, “That only opens up the opportunity for me to annoy you 24/7.”

You giggled, “Would it be wrong of me to say that I want you to annoy me 24/7?”

He beamed, and your heart swelled in your chest as you were convinced it was the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face, “Not at all. But you should be more careful with your words, because I will most definitely use that confession to my advantage some day.”

Izo’s body tingled with pure happiness as you laughed heartily and tangled your fingers in his hair. He wanted to stay like this with you forever. To think that you were offering him the opportunity was heartwarming, almost overwhelming. He pulled you down to rest your forehead against his, “I’d love nothing more than to move in with you, if you truly want me.” He kissed you lightly. “Waking up next to you for the rest of my days sounds like a dream come true.”

You chased after his lips, kissing him back, “Won’t Kiku be upset?”

Another loving kiss from him, “She’ll be fine. She’s been bugging me to move in with you for months now. To be honest, I think she’s ready for me to go.”

“So you’ve been wanting to move in together? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t want to. What with you being Miss Independent and all.”

“I’m sorry, I-…”

He squished your cheeks, preventing you from continuing. “Please don’t be, it’s one of the many, many things I love about you.” He kissed your puffed out lips, “I wouldn’t change you for the world. Just don’t be mad if I get a bit clingy and I can’t keep my hands off of you.” Just as he said that, his hands dropped from your face to rest on your waist. When you felt his fingers dig into your sides, your eyes squinted in suspicion.

“Don’t you dar- ah!”

You were thrown into a laughing fit as Izo tickled you into the couch, leaving you nowhere to flee. Your cheeks ached from laughing so hard, and when you tapped out, he relented with a victorious smirk. As you caught your breath, Izo encouraged you to snuggle into him, laughing as you were noticeably hesitant to do so.

When you finally gave in, he wasted no time in snuggling you close into his large torso, toying with your fingers as he made his claim, “I do have a few conditions, however.”

“And what would those be, princess?”

“Glad you asked. I require 2 hours minimum of bathroom time every morning in order to prepare for the day.”

“2 hours, really?”

“Do you think I can manage to make myself look this good in less time?”

“Fair, continue.”

“I need wall space.”

“For?”

“My sword collection of course!”

“Oh, that.” You giggled, choosing not to voice how you had already mapped out a perfect spot for his collection.

“And…”

“And?!” You looked at him with giddy disbelief.

He grinned at you as his fingers grazed your cheek, “I want you to kiss me and tell me you love me every single night before we fall asleep. No matter what kind of day we’ve had.”

You were captivated by the pure love reflected in his eyes. You hoped he could see your love for him reflecting right back as you smiled, “I believe your conditions can be met.”

“Wonderful.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, “But…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Love, I have to go home to pack!” He frowned as he noticed you pouting once more, “Hey, look at me. Tomorrow is the last morning you’ll ever have to wake up without me, I swear it. I’m going to spend all night getting things packed up and tomorrow, we’ll start our new chapter of infinite sleepovers. Wait for me until then?”

You nodded and he brought your lips up to his to kiss you passionately, praying that you could feel just how ecstatic he was to begin this new chapter of your lives together; how often he’d dreamt of the idea of waking up to your beautiful face every single morning. He had full intentions to pack all night long, but he also needed an excuse to browse the jewelry stores early in the morning. Just to browse of course, but Izo has always preferred to be one step ahead.

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[sugarmaplewings-fics]

First Kiss

Pairing: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: The safety of your uwu's. We got stuff from me writing at 3 AM, which is basically Sugar Sap Hours TM, so be warned. Also if you don't like kissing. Idk why you would keep reading if you didn't, but yeah there's some detail.

This is what I mean when I say that I am little more than a hopeless romantic.

If this is bad then that's because the last time I kissed someone was when I was six years old.

Enjoy!

-Sugar

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Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima

Midoriya:

● Boy was so nervous

● Truth be told, he'd wanted to kiss you long before you started dating, but he never knew how to ask

● It had been a month or so into the relationship, and you'd begun to take notice that the two of you hadn't gone any further than hand holding

● You didn't want to pressure Izuku into something he didn't want to do, neither of you did. It was just that—you longed to feel his lips pressed against yours, and with each passing day the temptation only worsened

● One afternoon, Izuku had just gotten back from his hero training session. You had been watching with the rest of the class as he sparred against Tokoyami. After a hard fight from the both of them, Midoriya had finally come out on top and won against him

● He walked back into the observation room, still panting slightly as he adjusted his protective gloves

● You felt so proud of him. That was your boyfriend and he was a m a z i n g

● Most of the class crowded around and congratulated him as he walked in, and Aizawa sensei even gave him an approving nod

● The glow his eyes had taken on pulled you in, and, before you knew it, what was meant to be a congratulatory hug from you turned into a kiss

● It was quick, your lips barely pushing into each other before you pulled away, but it still had a massive impact

● The whole class (minus the few who had left to get ready for their turn) erupted into cheers and 'OHH!'s

● You both turned bright red and jumped apart, Izuku unable to do anything other than stand glued in place and grin sheepishly

● Once Aizawa had settled everyone down, you pulled your boyfriend towards the back of the room

● "Sorry," you apologized immediately. "I got carried away and—"

● "Why are you sorry?" Izuku asked, suddenly incredulous

● "I just wasn't sure if you were ready—"

● "Do you know how long I've wanted to kiss you?" he cut you off, keeping his voice low so prying ears wouldn't be able to listen in *AHEM, Mina and Kaminari*

● Your face flushed a whole new shade darker. "I may have an idea . . . . I've felt the same way."

● Izuku took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the side. "If you want to start now, we can."

● "I'd like that."

● He bit his lip, blushing again as he put a hand on the back of his neck. "We could do some more . . . once class is out."

● Your eyes shone, already giddily anticipating meeting Izuku in his room. "That sounds wonderful."

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Bakugou:

● It was no secret among the Bakusquad that a certain explosive blond had taken interest in you

● It started with Mina noticing the subtle glances (*stares) he'd throw you, then she enlisted Kirishima to ask him, which only lead to a solid confirmation from Bakugou himself (and Eijirou nearly getting his face blasted off), which then was spread to Sero and Kami

● Within a matter of days, Bakugou's crush on you had simply become common knowledge to the four of them, and now they had to decide on what to do about it

● There was some teasing, of course, in the week that followed; Sero or Kaminari lightly jabbing at him with their elbows when they caught Bakugou absentmindedly watching you

● But Mina wanted more than that, and the others were quick to agree

● One afternoon when classes were over for the day, the quartet were hanging out in the common room. You happened to wander by, looking for something to do and they waved you over excitedly

● They invited you into a game of truth or dare, which they had 100% NOT started just because you walked in

● "Oh, (Y/N), just in time," Sero called out to you. No one other than you missed the way Bakugou shifted in his seat across the room at the sound of your name, back turned to the group

● So as not to seem suspicious, everyone went around a few times, playing their turn

● When everyone's eyes turned toward you for the third time, Denki finally took the opportunity to quietly dare you to go over, kiss Bakugou, and live

● Nothing much, just on the cheek if you could

● You, who were blissfully unaware of Bakugou's feelings towards you, happily accepted, already anticipating seeing the look of pure rage on his face

● You sauntered toward the gremlin boy, who was sitting on a couch across the floor, not paying any attention to the game that was going on mere feet away as he read over one of his notebooks from class

● You leaned over the back of the couch, positioning your face at a perfect angle level with his

● "Hey, Kacchan."

● His head whipped around at the name, giving you perfect access to plant your lips soundly on his cheek for a solid half second before bolting off as fast as you could

● Bakugou just sat there for a second, dumbstruck and trying to process what just happened

● Had that been you? Really you? The (Y/N) who had been stubbornly and oh so agonizingly plaguing his mind for the past two months? Kissing him on the cheek and calling him Kacchan???

● Your speedily retreating form confirmed it for him, plain as day, and he wasted no time in jumping up and vaulting over the couch to chase after you

● Your mind and heart raced in tandem as you finally heard his footsteps slapping after you, running barefoot down the hardwood floored hall

● I'mgonnadie I'mgonnadie I'mgonnadie

● You couldn't help but allow giggles to escape your lips, however, especially when you heard little popping noises behind you, signaling Bakugou was firing off tiny explosions in what you could only assume to be rage

● You began to panic as you realized his legs were longer and he was faster than you. You yelped as searing hands grabbed your shoulders and pressed you against the nearby wall, signaling your defeat

● You were uncertain as to what you should do now, having not thought so far ahead. His hands were now resting firmly on either side of you, caging you in as the both of you lightly panted from the excitement of your short chase

● You defiantly shoved down and silenced the voice in your head that was screaming that he would certainly kill you and spit on your grave, opting to instead grin smugly at his face which had curled into a bit of a snarl

● Oh, how handsome your murderer-to-be was. You couldn't help but finally notice the fact now that you had kissed death, both literally and figuratively

● "So this is how it ends," you said, straining to keep your voice steady and the smile on your face. "If it makes you feel any better, I did it on a dare. Denki's fault."

● Confusion suddenly contorted your face as you watched Katsuki's fall. "That didn't mean anything?"

● You blinked. "Uhh, should it?"

● Katsuki's carmine glare never ceased in its intensity. He harshly bit his lip before removing one of his hands from the wall to drag over his mouth; processing

● You stayed in place, mind racing as to what he might mean. Had he enjoyed it? Did he like the thought of it? Had the Bakugou Katsuki developed . . . feelings for you?

● Of course you knew Katsuki wasn't lacking in the looks department. As you made your rounds assessing all the boys in your class, just like most high school girls do, he most certainly crossed your mind as not bad

● His personality had turned you off a bit, but you knew enough about yourself by now that you were a damned sucker for a bad boy

● His red eyes, which had trailed down to the floor as his mind raced through thoughts of his own only made your face heat

● The way his lips pouted ever so slightly, already enticing you to lean back in for seconds

● No, you told yourself. Begone, thot. Thought? Ha ha. This means nothing, you're just overthinking like you always do.

● You shifted your weight between your feet a few times, trying to physically distract yourself from how close his face was to yours

● Katsuki looked back up at you, disturbed a bit by your antsy squirming

● "What do you want me to do?" you finally asked him, wanting to mull over these intrusive thoughts in the silent privacy of your room. Maybe die in a hole later. You never knew.

● "I want you to do it right this time."

● "What?"

● "If you want to, kiss me like you mean it. If not, you can always go." He kept one arm at his side, open for you to slip away from him if you so chose

● But you didn't want to choose that option. Your head spun, trying to keep up with everything that was going on around you

● It was all so fast, and yet—you loved it

● Shutting down your brain entirely, you grabbed at the back of Katsuki's head and kissed him, full on the lips

● His eyes widened in surprise, having half expected you to slide out from under him and walk away, but no, you were kissing him and it was both everything and nothing like he'd imagined and your lips were so soft and—

● He pushed back into you, fisting your hair in his hands. He was rough and unpracticed, but what he lacked in sweetness he made up for in unapologetic passion

● His teeth knocked against yours and your heart soared in excitement, warmth flooding your body in ways you'd scarcely glimpsed the feeling of

● A sudden cheer brought you both out of your heightened euphoria, Katsuki pulling away and whipping his head around so fast you nearly whimpered at the loss of his lips against yours

● You were just able to see four bodies briskly retreating around the corner, absolutely cackling as Bakugou embarked on his second chase of the day; blushing up a storm and screaming considerably louder at his friends than he had at you

● You brushed the tips of your fingers over your still hot lips, still tingly after what they'd just experienced

● Smirking to yourself, you leaned back against the wall, coming down from your adrenaline high as you attempted to slow your pounding heart back to its normal pace

● He would be back. Boys like him always were. You would talk about your status and becoming official then, but for now, you were content to listen to the echoing explosions sounding off in the other room

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Todoroki:

● Even after a few months, Shouto was still getting used to the whole idea of 'dating'.

● You were his first s/o, so he wasn't really certain what he was meant to do

● Nevertheless, he tried everything he could think of to be a good boyfriend

● He'd of course noticed that couples kissed, and now that he had you, he wondered if you would like it and what it would feel like

● The two of you were just vibing in your room, doing homework together as you liked to

● Shouto looked up at you to find that you were concentrating on a math equation, nibbling on the end of your pencil

● Your lips suddenly looked so full and soft and enticing, and Shouto couldn't think of anything other than having them pressed against his

● He had been staring at you for quite some time, so you looked up

● "Need something, Sho?" you asked, wondering why he was looking at you like that

● "Can I ask you something?" he asked

● "Sure."

● "Would you mind if we ever . . . kissed?"

● You blinked, taken aback by the completely unexpected question

● "Uhh, like . . . right now?"

● "That would be nice."

● You blushed and smiled. "Sure."

● You moved your notebooks behind you so you could have room to sit close to each other, sliding forward until you were comfortably in front of him

● Shouto felt semi prepared. He had watched exactly five videos and read two articles on this. How hard could it be?

● He touched your cheek, looking into your eyes as he ran his thumb over your skin

● Shouto leaned in, simultaneously guiding you closer to his face

● His nose fell in place next to yours as he gently brushed his lips over your soft pink skin

● You were surprised with how well and confidently he was kissing you, blissfully unaware of his search history

● He left several little pecks against your lips before finally pressing them flush against his in a deeper kiss

● Your eyes had fluttered shut, experimentally pushing back as his lips moved against yours

● It wasn't long before your mouths had opened and your tongues were gently tapping against each other, aching to explore a foreign cavern

● It was only then that you began to notice just how warm he'd gotten—yet simultaneously cold?

● You flicked your eyes open to see that Todoroki's right side had begun to frost over slightly, his left sending waves of heat rolling onto your body

● You reluctantly pulled away, Shouto's lips cutely chasing after you for a second before he opened his eyes

● "What is it?"

● "Is this getting too intense for you?" you asked

● "Not really. Why?"

● "Your, uh, quirk."

● Shouto glanced down, only now realizing how much he'd unwittingly let it activate

● The frost patches quickly receded, and the heat abated slightly, though to say your own cheeks weren't burning in their own way would be a flat out lie

● "Sorry about that," Shouto apologized

● "It's fine," you waved off, trying to keep your giddy expression toned down

● "So did you . . . enjoy it?" he asked

● "Yeah." Your voice was breathy as you ran a hand through your hair

● Todoroki allowed himself a small smile before settling back into his seat on your bed

● "Want to do it some more later?"

● "Of course!"

● Needless to say, it wasn't long before the two of you had become total pros at kissing

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Kirishima:

● Kirishima is a very romantic kind of guy

● He'd been thinking about kissing you for a while, but decided it would be more manly to wait for the most perfect moment possible when he could be certain that that was what you both wanted

● You'd gone on a couple of dates together, but he hadn't taken the opportunity to kiss you yet

● Finally, he couldn't get the thought out of his head, the urge to take a step further in your relationship ever-present in his mind

● He planned for it a few days in advance, making sure to get a good time for when you were both free

● It was late when he came to collect you, around eleven o'clock

● He led you outside into the night, making sure the both of you were quiet as he guided you along

● Soon enough, you reached your destination, which was simply a small blanket laid out over a patch of grass in an open area right under the stars

● You both sat down next to each other, the warm night air keeping you just at the right temperature

● Kirishima watched as the light of the stars reflected and twinkled in your eyes, and he thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful as your features lit in their glow

● You began to point out your favorite constellations, tracing the groupings of stars with your finger as you held out your hand to the night sky

● "I love them," you said, referring to the sparkling lights. "Do you ever think about just how far away they are? It's all just so magical and humbling all at once. They may look like little pinpoints of light but we're the small ones, you know?"

● Your voice was so soft in his ear as you scarcely dared to raise it above a whisper. It soothed him, making his eyelids feel comfortably heavy

● Your body pressed closer into his, leaning against him while you looked up and mused

● "They're never gone, either," you continued. "Do you ever think about that? The sun is just too bright for us to be able to see them during the day, but they're there all the same, watching over us."

● Kirishima wanted to be there for you forever, making sure you were happy and safe

● Your wide (E/C) eyes drew him in, your words making his mind swirl

● Before he knew it, his nose had brushed against your cheek, causing your head to turn at the contact

● Your nose bumped against his, and the feeling of his breath fanning over your lips caused your cheeks to warm

● "You know," he muttered, pressing his forehead to yours, "you're more beautiful than all the stars in the sky."

● Before he could close the remaining distance between you, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle

● "That was really cheesy," you remarked, closing your eyes and letting a small breathy snort leave your nose

● "Aww, what?" Eijirou pulled back a little, causing you to open your eyes again in disappointment at the lack of contact. "I meant it, it's true. And a super manly thing to say."

● You couldn't help but notice the tiny flicker of anxiety in the backs of his ruby red eyes, worried he'd done something wrong

● You couldn't resist that look, the way he pouted ever so slightly, just scarcely able to make out the outlines of his endearingly abnormally sharp teeth

● In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to feel those lips against your own, to feel what those teeth would feel like under your tongue

● "You're right," you finally said, reaching up to hold the back of his head in your hand, fallen red spikes tangling between your fingers

● You pulled him close and let your mouths move together, hesitation quickly changing to courage the longer you left each small peck

● Eijirou was quite possibly the sweetest guy you knew, but you'd never experienced anything so sweet as his kisses. There was no heat behind them, but the passion and love for you was evident all the same

● He eventually pulled away to caress your face, hand cupping your cheek with softest care

● You leaned into his touch and gazed up into his eyes; freckled by the light of the stars. Somehow, the reflections seemed even better than the real ones hung in the tapestry of the atmosphere

● Eijirou pulled you onto his lap and into his chest, where you instinctively clutched and buried your nose into the soft fabric of his t-shirt

● He hummed a little in his throat, beginning to rock back and forth ever so gently as he held you in his arms. You could hear his heart softly pounding deep within him

● His warmth lulled you to slumber, allowing you to slip into the depths of sleep without you scarcely taking notice

● Kirishima allowed you a few minutes to settle, switching between gazing into your sleeping face and back up at the stars

● He finally stood, carrying your limp form back to your room, where he laid you out on your bed and tucked you in

● He felt like he'd done well, and finally went to sleep himself, the taste of your lips still tingling on his tongue

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So, uh, I was going to do Amajiki and Shinsou but I low-key ran out of time and ideas so . . . yeah. Maybe I'll do them later, but probably not. Idk. If someone asked for it I would but for now . . . probably nah.

Anyway, I really liked how these turned out! I hope you did too! My favorite is probably Bakugou's, but I also super enjoyed Kiri's.

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!

-Sugar

Taglist: @basicaegyo​ @iiminibattlehero​ @pyrofanatic​​ @sokkasangel​ @xoxopam4

[darthwheezely]

Okay so BY NO MEANS DO YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS IF YOU AREN'T UP FOR IT!!! BUT- can you write something where Jimmy holds the reader down and just overstimulates them with his fingers and whenever it gets too much he kind of teases them about it (in like a sweet way but still not stopping). IDK- it's a hot thought if you're up for it!!! AGAIN YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO! Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful night/day💗💗

Finger Lickin’ Good - Jimmy Darling x Reader

Jimmy’s way too pent up to let those beautiful hands of his go to waste...

Warnings: NSFW/18+, if you’re a minor plEASE do not interact w this I know you wanna be spicy but sis please do not, okay? cussing probably, soft dom!Jimmy, possibly awful writing, my kink for Jimmy’s hands and heart and body and mind and-

a/n: lindsey, miss ma’am, you literally know i’m a whore for this man and besides, you could request the most whack shit and i would still prolly write it if only to see your reaction ajsjsjs

To say that Jimmy’s balls were blue was an absolute understatement. The man was honestly lucky enough to have balls at the rate (or rather, lack of) things were going. You and Jimmy’s sex life was always - well something neither of you ever needed to worry about, but lately with Elsa running around covering all her legal bases, she had sent everyone in a frenzy.

Unfortunately for you two this meant less than satisfactory time together. It was always something. And to be quite honest, Jimmy didn’t know if he could go another two weeks without touching you. And to make matters worse he knew you weren’t making it any easier.

It started with little things, light touches on his shoulders, something usual in your relationship. Then jaw kisses before going onstage. Then wearing The Dress.

Yes. That dress. The a-line that managed to not only show off a small but still good amount of cleavage, the waistline elastic bow on the back sinking into where your elevated waist hit naturally, and the worst? It was white. Jimmy had a thing for you in white.

That morning he couldn’t take it anymore. I mean, clearly, you wanted to act that dirty with him knowing he couldn’t touch you, right? So what was he gonna do about it? 

He was gonna show you exactly who had the upper hand.

*your POV uwu*

You would never say it out loud, but you only wore The Dress for days exactly like this: to torture your boyfriend. And honestly? You didn’t think you could go a day without imagining those intensely gifted fingers on (or in) you for another goddamn hour. But you also couldn’t say that.

So you had decided that morning to show him instead - he always was a visual learner...

You had been talking to Evie and eating your plate of bacon and hashbrowns when you felt two large, calloused hands collapse on your shoulder blades.

“Evie, mind if I steal the lady away for a second?” He drawled lowly. The way he said it combined with the weight of his hands on your body hit your core instantly.

Eve rolled her eyes, smirking. “If ‘a second’ is all it’ll take.” You smiled tightly at her as you allowed your boyfriend to guide you, albeit rather roughly, back to the van. Immediately as you got inside he pushed you up against the fridge and you winced from the pain.

“Jimmy, what the-” He stopped you with his mouth on yours, open and hungry, his hands working up the back of your thighs, causing a moan to erupt from you on impact into his mouth.

“You knew exactly what you were doing to me out there, and you thought it was a fuckin’ okay idea to tease me?” He lowered his mouth to your earlobe and downward, light nibbles on hot skin turning to harsh bites. You could feel his fully hardened cock against your heat and you wanted more than ANYTHING for those jeans to be off his body.

“I-I’m sorry, baby I just thought you’d li- oh fuck, Jimmy” You gasped, as he’d found that place right above your collar bone that (as he came to found out) was one of the most sensitive spots on your torso. Smirking against your skin, he traced the area with open mouthed kisses and began to bite again, leaving you attempting to stifle breathy high pitched whines.

“What was that, babydoll?” His hands picked up your thighs and brought your legs around his waist, pressing you harder against the fridge.

“I said I’m sorry” you gasped, pained by the feeling and the need for him. He smirked, bringing his thumb up to your chin and kneading it lightly.

“Aw, princess, I’m not mad at you. But the way I see it is that I’m gonna split that sweet little pussy of yours open with these-” he dragged his two fore fingers across your bruised collar bone, and looked back up at you.

“-and then you’re going to come so hard you can’t breathe. Sound good, baby?” He smiled softly at you. You bit your lip to hold back a moan and did your best to nod without moving any part of his body out of place. He chuckled watching you, and without a moments notice lifted you with toned tensed biceps and carried you to the bed, an array of heavy kisses being exchanged on the journey.

He dropped you on the bed watching as your breasts moved from the impact and groaned at the sight. He looked into your bright/dark eyes and flipped the lower half up, breath hitching in his throat. God, was he the luckiest fucker this side of the Mississippi. 

“Jesus, baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he breathed, a dopey smile plastered on his face as he attacked you with kisses on your face, making you giggle at his soft demeanor.

“For someone so mad a second ago you seem to suddenly be pretty forgiving,” you laughed.

“I can still be mad but have eyes, Y/N, don’t get your panties in a twist” he scoffed, smiling into the crook of your neck.

“Oh, so I still get to keep my panties on by the end of this little argument?” You purred dragging your hands slowly down the back of his white tank top, barely touching him. And just like that, he was back to the state he was before. Instantly, he sat up and unbuckled his jeans, taking the brown belt in his hands he forced your wrists onto the headboard. 

“Now, just when did I say that?” He growled, tightening the hold on the belt. You knew your wrists would be raw as hell after however long this escapade took but strangely enough - that only got you more slick.

“JImmy, please” you whimpered, pleading with his whiskey eyes. He leaned back on his knees and began to slowly creep his tough and warm hands up and down your legs, inching his perfect fingers to your thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Angel,” he purred “you know I can’t help you if you don’t use your words.” You moaned at the idea of his fingers getting closer to where you needed them, tugging on the belt but forgetting (this bastard-)

“JImmy, please gimme”

“Give you what, baby? Tell me what you need, yeah?” He slid his fingers right outside of your clothed core and gently kneaded the skin there, pushing lightly, sending your back upward as you let out a loud moan.

“Jimmy, please, give me your fingers” you pushed out. He bit his lip at the sight of you, red faced, needy, and ready to be torn apart. His breath hitched as he slid two fingers inside you, not being able to tease you for very much longer. He needed you to come apart, to be unraveled as soon as possible - but not without a price.

“There you go” he whispered roughly, his fingers working against you the way you needed them to. You felt like your core was getting pried apart and hearing his fingers only sink deeper into your heat made you even more wet. He moved his fingers in you faster once he was completely in you, and started to jut his hips toward you involuntarily as he imagined how you would feel around his cock since it’d been so long-

“God, you’re so tight for me, Y/N, fuck” he choked out harshly, ghosting his thumb over your clit, tracing circles where you needed it. “Almost like this pussy was made for me, isn’t it baby?”

The sudden gentleness, however, retreated as fast as it arrived, as he picked up the pace, curling his fore fingers in you at an iron-hot speed. You felt your wrists becoming rawer and rawer by the second as your body strained for release to touch him, to imagine feeling your hands clawing his back and feverishly running your fingers through his coiffed hair. You screamed out harshly as he found your most sensitive point. You felt the white hot tension in your stomach as you approached your release.

“JIm, baby, please I’m-I’m so-” and then you felt him pull his fingers out, whining at the loss of contact. He cocked his head at you, eyeing you up and down biting his lip.

“You always want things, so easy, lovebug,” he said softly. Leaning all the way back so he returned to his knees at the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt off and started to unbutton his pants, his fully erect cock straining against his boxers. You drooled at the sight of him almost completely naked. 

He dipped his head once he knew you were calmed down enough, pressing sloppy kisses on your calves up to the lower part of your thighs. He hitched a leg up on his shoulder, looking up at you first for consent and licking a stripe up your folds. 

“You taste as good as you look, little girl” he growled against you, the vibrations sending your head flying backward a squeak erupting from your lips. 

“Should I taste more of you? I don’t know if you deserve it little girl. You looked like you wanted one of the boys to take a turn with you before me. Or did you act like a whore today all for me?” he bit your inner thigh lightly, sucking on the skin there like it was gold. You cried out hoarsely, desperately pulling on his hair.

“Only for you, Jim, I promise” you feel him smirk against you as he began sucking onto your sensitive bud, your arousal building in your stomach like a fire pit. His fingers continuing to work against you as you felt release inching nearer again.

“Please, Jimmy, please” his tongue curling pressure where you needed him, the weight of him against you pooling what felt like everywhere in your system.

“Go on, honey, go on and come for me and tell me who this pussy belongs to” he pressed your hips to the bed as you cried out his name in release of everything he’d done to you.

“Jimmy, that was-“

“Good? Don’t sound so surprised” he teased softly winking up at you. His hand slid to the back of your dress, dancing along the zipper.

“But you didn’t think you were done here, did you, little girl?”

[blueprint-han]

a musical encounter.

pairing: music major senior!han x music major junior!reader

genre: university (?? idk) au; fluff.

⇥ warnings: very terribly™ written by a person who has a -8.9 knowledge in music, also the singing parts are not very well described and this may seem incomplete because i’m trying to force teach myself to write short, but oh well 🤧 I wanna write a longer fic based on this in the future hhhhhhhh. me after writing this fic: wow i really clowned myself at “short fic” didn’t I 🤡 also not proofread so be mindful of errors and google autocorrect <//3

word count: 1.7 K 🤡

⇥ disclaimer: this writing does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: blurb drabble 😭 (why can I never write sh0rt hmph >:( )

network tag: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz + @sunoo-luvs

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @missinghan :’’) (requests for this are closed now!)

!!; song y/n is imagined to sing here is ‘Freedom 90, the Pitch Perfect Version (of course, with pre added acappella). You may find the song here, if you wanna listen to it. hhhhhh this is based on my rusty research about music equipment (which may be wrong) so if this is not what it’s supposed to mean please go easy on me. 😂

↯ note: hhhhh okay so this one has no direct mention or relation to your url but I rather picked it up from your url ~vibes~ (since the only idea that was dropping into my head was making han go missing ufhurg) so I hope you don’t mind ! Hope you like it uwu 💓 Happy reading. <3 Again this will not compare to your writing queen, but I tried. 😔 ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Gosh, this is a music recording, not a date — what’s there to be scared about?” Your friend chided, setting up the mic and the filter as you panicked behind the glass. “You’re a music major! Isn’t this supposed to be what you do?”

“You’re saying that like you aren’t one, and you totally didn’t freak out two days ago, Sana.”

Sana huffed, shaking her head before moving to connect all the wires in place. “Yeah. but…” Her voice came out low when she crouched down to fix all the wires. “The nerves shake off eventually. You’ve nothing to worry. Did you hydrate?”

“I’ve been sipping on this water bottle for the past half an hour!” You sighed, walking inside the booth to stand next to your friend. “And what do you mean ‘shake off’ — you mean that time you ‘accidentally’ broke the headphones when you wear putting them on?” A bite of your lip to stifle your laugh, and Sana’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

“Wow, you’re gonna-” She slapped your arm after getting up. “-bring that up even though we had an agreement that we’re gonna keep it a secret?”

“Okay, ouch that hurts!” You chortled. “There’s no one here though, I still kept my promise.”

“Yeah right, in a rented schoolroom studio, with cameras everywhere.”

“They still wouldn’t be able to hear me, right?” You pointed out, bursting into a fit of giggles, nervousness be damned when Sana pouted in defeat.

“Fine, now help me set this up. Come onnnnn…” Your friend shook your arm violently to kick you out of your laughter. You shook your head, crouching over again to fix the wires while your friend set up all the equipment outside the booth.

“All set?”

“Yeah…” You took a deep breath fixing your dress up a bit before reaching your hand out, fitting the headphones snug over your ears. Your eyes caught on something black lying on the tables, and you pointed it out.

“Whose headphones are those?” You pointed out, and Sana looked to the direction. “Eh,” she brushed it off. “Probably the person who’d received this room to record before, they’ll take care of it.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, nodding. “Now come on, let’s start. We have to submit this tomorrow and I have a movie date, so it can’t get later than this.”

“Alright,” You chimed, clearing your throat once, twice before inhaling deeply. You were surely nervous before, but somehow singing always helped you disconnect from your surroundings, it was your escape — one of the main reason you’d chosen music technology in a heartbeat when you found out it was an option for your major.

“Ready? And, go.”

Sana hit a button, causing soft music to play through the headphones, a melody she’d carefully crafted over nights of 3 am coffee and many, many texts to you — most of them saying “I wanna sleeeepppppp waaaaa”. You’d obviously heard it before but you realised why it took her so long (nearly a week), because it was near perfection.

“Heaven knows I was just a young boy~”

The song went pretty smoothly on the most part, with Sana stopping you in between verses and and going over parts she wanted you to repeat, which you gladly complied. She was the senior, of course.

When it cam down to the last verse, about half an hour had passed — and you felt pretty good about it. your vocals were shining pretty well and blended with the music perfectly, which put you at ease.

“Okay, let’s finish this.” Sana said, focused on changing up the settings, before giving you a countdown, hitting play. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you waited for the beat drop to end, leading to your high note. That again. went pretty well, along with the rest of the song, finishing it up with an exhale.

When you removed the headphones and got out of the booth — you met the eyes of someone you did not expect to see standing there.

“O-Oh, hello Han-ssi.” You bowed down in gratitude, overly surprised of his presence.

Han was, just like Sana, your senior. He was one of the best students in your academy — of course, scoring the highest grade in all of his tests. Many would say otherwise because of his tsundere nature, but you could tell that he had a burning passion for music under those eyes. You’d listened to his tracks in various events your university hosted — and safe to say you were in love with his music. He had a way of making his tracks sound so… real? And natural — the kind that you wouldn’t get bored of no matter how many times you heard it.

Han bowed back and mumbled a silent “hello~” back to you before extending hia hand past you to grab the headphones placed on the table. Ohhh, so that’s why they were familiar. You’d noticed them hanging around his neck multiple times on campus.

Once he’d chatted with Sana and you for a bit (more Sana than you) and bowed before he left, you grabbed Sana’s arm before pulling her towards yourself.

“How long was he here for?” You whispered, a pout on your face.

“Umm, I think throughout the last verse?” Sana shrugged.

“What?” Your shoulders slumped. “Didn’t he come to pick up his headphones?”

“Are you seriously getting flustered right now?” Your friend narrowed her eyes playfully, making a teasing noise as she pushed at your shoulder.

“Ah,” You rolled your eyes. “Stop being so teasing, I’m just a little shy of anyone else hearing my singing.” You flapped your hand to brush her statement away — before she could say something or point it out how evidently flustered you’d grown of the fact that your role model — the Han Jisung — had listened to your music.

“Well, you’re a music major, kid. Get used to it.”

And with that, Sana bid her goodbye to you, helping you wrap up the place before hopping down the stairs, earphones plugged into her ears as she hummed a tune all the way.

You silently stood in front of the elevator, playing with the hem of your sleeves as you waited for it to arrive. Curse at your studios for being on the last floor of the building, waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity.

You also didn’t notice the random person that stood beside you. it was getting late anyways, the sun was almost close to setting by the time you were done, so it was only obvious that the remaining students would go home.

“So, you sing?” A very familiar sounding voice echoed in your ears, and you flipped your head to the side, once again meeting the eyes of someone you didn’t expect to meet right now.

And of course, if was Han Jisung.

Now that you weren’t freaking out (but you were close to), you could focus on him a little more properly, and you immediately noticed the headphones hanging around his neck, again. He had a large black hoodie on, his hands were shoved into his pockets and his hair was neatly combed and parted. If you had to describe him in three words, it’d be “messy but clean”.

“Oh, h-hello again.” You bowed.

“Hi!” He reciprocated your actions, looking at you. “My question?”

“W-what?” Your eyes widened as you fiddled with the edge of your shirt.

“You sing?”

“I-” You started. “I do, I’ve loved singing since I was six.”

“Oh.” Jisung nodded, letting his words trail of for a second. “You sing really well. I listened to that last part of the song — really well done.”

Tensing up, a smile tugged at your lips. “R-really?”

“Yeah,” Jisung chuckled. “You have a pretty voice, Y/N. And that’s a genuine compliment.”

“O-oh.” You felt yourself grow bashful of his presence all of a sudden, your cheeks feeling hot as the heat spread to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You mumbled, diverting your gaze from your eyes as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”

“I mean it.” The boy said, frowning. at the sight in front of him — your eyes drifting from place to place and the way you shifted from one foot to other — you seemed to be uncomfortable, but in reality you just didn’t know how to respond. “You okay?”

“A-ah, I am, it’s just.” Moving your hands around, you tried to put your thoughts into words, only to fail miserably, before you sighed and collected yourself. “I just really like your music a lot, and I…” You trailed off, rubbing at your shoulder. “Kinda look up to you, so hearing you say that, it just means a lot to me. Thank you”

The boy standing beside you beamed like sunshine at your response, gently poking at your shoulder as he eyes you mischievously.

“You look up to me, huh?” He giggled when you stumbled over your words, bringing a hand to rake through his hair. “You’re adorable, I’ll tell you that too.”

“Oh my god stop, do you want me to combust?” You laughed, the nervousness laced throughout your statement.

“Okay fine,” Jisung nodded, attaching his headphones to the audio jack of his phone, rummaging through his playlist. “You wanna come to my studio once?”

“What?” Your head snapped in his direction, eyes widening as you took in what he said, excitement filling your veins? Han Jisung’s studio? Seeing him make music in front of your eyes? Is this a fucking dream?

“I mean, only if you want to, of course. I was just asking because you seemed like you’d like to see my music making process. You don’t have to say yes though.”

“Oh gosh, no, I’d love to!” You yelped, stopping him in his tracks. He smiled gently, nodding at you as he scratched his chin in thought.

“So, tomorrow morning is fine?” He looked at you with almost, almost pleading eyes, and you felt like your heart melted into a puddle on the spot. He was cute.

You smiled, shyly nodding as you quickly went through your schedule in your head. “I can work with that.”

“See you tomorrow morning then.” The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open as the both of you got in, giggling at each other.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning, that was for sure.

*silently puts on clown hat and leaves*

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

[fandomsnfluff]

Hiii idk if prompts are still open but if you can could you do 12 for the sentence starters with mc & either Asmo or Levi 🥺🥺 love uu

hi anon!! prompts are open but i’m only focusing on a specific set of requests (particularly ones for obey me) so you’re in luck!! love you too <3 also, i decided to write for both of them bc i love them hehehe uwu

tickle prompts/scenarios

12: “You need to smile more!”

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It was one of those rare moments where Asmo managed to catch you and Levi in the same room.

Earlier that week, the Avatar of Lust had ordered a new set of nail polishes that were mixed colors, so when they went on your nails, they would dry in an interesting pattern or design that you couldn’t tell just by looking at the bottle. You and Levi, according to Asmo, were the perfect candidates to try them with him; according to him, you two had the cleanest nails of everyone in the house, and it would be easiest to do it on you two since you both also didn’t have much to fix on the hands and nail department either.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself; you really didn’t want to do this right now. It wasn’t because you weren’t the kind of person who liked getting your nails done, even if that was an aspect of it. It was mostly because you couldn’t focus on anything else right now; your family was all you wanted to think about.

However, with some coaxing, the brothers managed to encourage you to get up and try it. They mentioned that doing something else would help you get out of your head space and focus on something else; it would allow you to look at something much more positive.

But even when Asmo got to work on your fingernails, after giving Levi an admittedly gorgeous new dark indigo color with lighter spots reappearing as it dried, you kept frowning, your mind slipping back to the thoughts of your family. You felt the familiar tug of homesickness deep within your chest, and you had to look away before you started crying in front of the brothers.

You managed to hold it back as you let out a long sigh, right when Asmo had moved to start on the nails of your left foot. By now, the champagne-haired demon had noticed how down you seemed, and he glanced up at you, frowning. “Anything wrong, MC?”

It was as if his voice broke you out of a trance; you barely heard him, but you knew instantly what he had asked. “Huh? O-oh, no, it’s all fine...”

The demon knew you were lying through your teeth, but he shrugged anyway, continuing his work on your toenails. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Levi interrupted him and spoke up before he could say anything.

“I’m with you,” he grumbled, tapping on the screen of his D.D.D. more. He must be playing a game. “I didn’t want to do this anyway, but what choice did we have?”

“How rude!” Asmo hissed, pouting before reaching out to grab the bottle of polish to finish his job on your toenails. However, as he leaned over, his hand accidentally brushed along the underside of your foot.

You squeaked in surprise, lurching your legs backwards to shield them from any more uninvited contact. The room suddenly fell into a dreadful silence, one that you could hear ghost speaking to each other in. Well, you couldn’t, because you were already in the Devildom.

The brothers were staring at each other, and you could instantly tell what was going through both of their minds. You felt a shudder down your spine, and you attempted to back away before Asmo grabbed your legs, keeping you in place. Despite his size and his somewhat dainty appearance, the small demon was much, much stronger than he looked.

“Where do you think you’re going, MC?” Asmo drawled, playfully wiggling his fingers at you. You gasped and attempted to squirm away, but now Levi was behind you, locking your arms within his as he attempted to keep you in a position that kept you vulnerable to whatever they were planning. Panic surged through you as you got the idea, and you began to squirm and twist away from them.

“Asmo!” You gasped, glaring at him. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Such naughty words.” That was Asmo’s only response as he playfully frowned at you. “You’ve seemed so down lately. You need to smile more!”

“I will, but not in your way!” You shot back at him.

“But you’re trapped,” Asmo observed, an innocent look on his face. You motherfucker. “And you have nowhere else to go. We don’t plan on letting you go until you show us that smile!”

Aaaand there it was, the return of playful Asmo. But your positive frame of him was quickly disintegrating as he slowly reached forward, taking his precious time to push your shirt up from the hem to expose the skin on your side. His touch was so light, so delicate, and you had to practically bite down on the inside of your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“Y-you think you can...g-get-- BAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAIT STAHAHAP AHAHAHA!” You suddenly cried out when the fingers went from sliding up your sides to full on scribbling along the hypersensitive skin there, poking and prodding between your ribs and scribbling around your navel.

“Aww, there it is!” Asmo cooed, squeezing at the flesh around your sides, making you squeal and buck, kicking out as you exploded into another fit of laughter. “You’re so cute and ticklish, MC!”

“Sh-shut up!” You hissed, your voice instantly reaching a new octave as you felt Levi’s fingers digging into your armpits. You squirmed and yelled out for them to stop, not sure how much of this you could take. Levi leaned down and began to pepper light ticklish kisses on the side of your neck, and you outright screamed when Asmo began to flutter the tips of his fingers along the bottoms of your bare feet.

You were sure you were going to pass away in the arms of the two demon brothers. However, when you felt the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, when you felt like it was all too much for your nerves to handle, you saw the light. You saw the gap in their torturous, merciless attacks.

It was only for a split second, but the moment Asmo pulled his hands away to stretch them out a bit before resuming his tickle torture on your poor, defenseless feet, you reached over to his outstretched leg, fast as lightning, and scribbled your fingers along the underside of his knee, as much as you could reach. Asmo certainly didn’t prepare himself for your attack; he let out an adorable squeak before flinching away from you, bringing his legs up under his chest.

Levi must have noticed, for he made a small surprised noise before you turned to him and smirked.

“M-MC? Levi?” Asmo’s voice was small as you both began to slowly approach him. Then the attack began.

For the rest of the evening, the three of you squabbled, wrestled, and tickled each other until the Devildom dawn began to break. Needless to say, the nail polish was forgotten that night.

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Chamisul Chapter 1 | Yabuki Nako

word count: ~1,200

category: fluff, fluff, more fluff 

a/n: Chapter 1 of a decently long Nako x gender neutral reader series I plan to write! I haven’t decided if i wanted to go sm*tty with this yet but we’ll see 👁👄👁

a/n2: hi i’m not dead (again)! i moved for college (fun fact i’m a chemical engineer uwu) and i’ve been absolutely swamped in work, sorry if updates are slow and unanswered asks pile up 🥺 in the future i will try my very best to answer all of them!

a/n3 (last one i promise): u can read on my wattpad if u want! idk what people prefer so i’ll post updates both here and wattpad! thank you and enjoy the fluff!

Chapter 1: Strapped for Cash

"₩1,000...2..."

"2 thousand won... that's barely enough for a ramen pack..."

You stashed the loose bills back into your pocket and trudged along the neon lit cityscape, eventually ending up at a 7/11. Funnily enough, you moved to Seoul in hopes of escaping your mediocre life in the States, but that ever familiar convenience store smell pervades hemispheres, it seems. You thought anything would be better than sitting at home, doing nothing and putting your life to waste; now you sit in a 20 square foot apartment that costs thousands in rent and put it to waste.

"Beef..? or chicken?"

The selection of ramen flavors remained a coin flip to you; the two were equally bad for you, giving off the illusion of choice. Two choices, both bad... sounds familiar.

Settling for chicken, you perused the other aisles (not that you could have afforded anything else). You turned the corner, and a girl, not even as tall as the 5 foot or so shelf, caught your eye. She was on her tippy toes, reaching for a rather large case of alcohol sitting at top of the shelf. Your "chivalrous nature" (you barfed in your head as you said that) instinctively instructed you to walk over and grab the box off the top for the clearly struggling girl.

"Do your parents know you're underage drinking?" you said, smirking at the now pouting girl.

"These aren't for me. They're for my members," the girl said, reaching over your arms to take the box for herself. The instant she did, however, her entire body lurched over, the weight of the soju box causing her to wobble back and forth. After a few stifled giggles, you patted the girl on the head and hoisted the box to carry it. "Come on," you said, "let's go to the cashier."

"You know, I'm not a little kid," the girl said to you as you waited in the long line together, nudging your shoulder. "My name's Nako, and I'm almost 20."

"20 what? Centimeters?"

You stifled another giggle as she punted your shins. "Ouchie. My name's Y/N."

You dropped the soju box down at the cashier's counter, a weight lifted off your shoulders. "ID?" the cashier asked you. You looked at the girl, who was already looking down and away. "I see her game now," you thought to yourself. You pulled out your own ID and flashed it at the cashier, who gives an assuring nod. While the cashier bags up your purchases, you feel a hand reaching down your jacket pocket. You glance over to see a still sheepish Nako, and find enough money in your pocket to cover the soju.

You patted the girl on the head again, who turned to look at you. You appreciatively looked into her eyes for a long time before finally saying, "I need 2,000 more won. For the ramen." The girl, initially taken aback, pout-smiled and begrudgingly pulled out a couple more bills. When leaving the store, the two of you were surprised when you ended up walking in the same direction.

"I could carry that if you want," Nako said to you, with a hint of a worried tone.

"And I would let you, if I wanted to see you fall again". You hoisted the somehow increasingly heavy box up again, stopping it from falling. "How far is your place?"

"So first you're a bully, now you're a stalker?" she joked. "Not far."

The two of you turn a familiar corner, and are met with a familiar building.

"I live here," the two of you said at the same time.

Her expression elicited a mix of shock, doubt, and just a hint of delight.

"You're not just saying that to get into my apartment, are you?" The two of you shuffled into the crowded elevator, Nako hitting the button for the 8th floor.

"7th floor," you whispered. "So you're the one blasting music and keeping me awake at night. "

Nako unlocks the door to her dorm. "Get ready to meet my 11 other members," she whispered. You prepared yourself to be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of 11 other teenage girls, but you heard not a sound coming from anywhere in the apartment. "Just kidding. The others all have a schedule this time on Fridays."

"So what's a young girl like you doing drinking along on a Friday night?" you said, plopping the box down, opening the box and twisting open a bottle for yourself.

"Hey I paid for those! And technically I'm not alone." Nako opens another bottle for herself and plops down on the couch opposite you.

"You're right. You're with a stranger, instead." you replied, downing a good quarter of the bottle.

"So tell me about yourself." Nako inquired, taking a tiny sip from the bottle and grimacing in disgust.

"Let's see... I like long walks in the park and travelling..." you joked. Thoughts of what to say first flooded your mind, making you stumble on your words. You told her about how you moved from the States to study abroad in Korea, and, begrudgingly, how strapped for cash you are. You drunkenly told her, 2 bottles in, how much you missed home, how you felt a tinge of regret coming to Korea. You told her, now 4 bottles in, how tonight was the first nice night in a while.

As you drifted off to sleep right there on the communal couch of Nako's apartment, Nako thought about how she felt like she was talking to a longtime friend rather than a stranger she met a few hours ago. All those thoughts faded when she realized she had to carry you to her room so that her members wouldn't come home to a stranger on their couch.

"Ngh... hmph.." Nako grunted as she literally dragged you from the couch to her bedroom. "God, you need to lay off the ramen..." It took almost half an hour and a herculean effort, but Nako managed to tuck you in her bed. Sweaty and tired, Nako plopped down on the floor in front of you. "I know what it's like, moving from home." She brushed the hair from your eyes. "Korea was scary for me at first too. Sometimes it seems like moving was the wrong choice, like I did everything for nothing. But it's the little things, like yo- er, like my members, that remind me there's more to appreciate than comfort and home. I hope soon you'll find your inspiration too."

Nako gets up from her seated position and takes out a sleeping bag, plopping it on the floor and settling down for the night. You laid awake that night, half drunk and giddy about hearing Nako's entire monologue.