#(just let this hyper fixation run it course)

[nanamisgirly]

part 1, you can still read this as a stand alone.

cw p in v, unprotected sex, MARATHON sex, multiple orgasms, choso is kind of doing hyper fixation, pussy drunk, ‘making it fit’, nipple piercings, Prince Albert piercing, both are dominant, oral sex (f. receiving), big dick choso, degrading and praising kink, cowgirl, mating press, face sitting. mostly smut with a little plot (?)

˖ 𑣲 reblogs and comments are very muuuch appreciated ma girliees <333

choso stood in the shower, slapping his head against the wall, cursing himself for what he had done last night. was he dumb? no—he was the dumbest. not only had he given you a lap dance, but he had totally lost control… all because he got carried away by gojo's antics… and your cockiness.

“i'm so dumb, please, what was i thinking.”

he must have freaked you out—you, his pretty crush. his lovely crush of five years!!!! he had wanted to wait for the right moment, take you out first, maybe? just keep it slow. he had plans—not concrete ones, sure, considering he had been putting off asking you out for four years— BUT HE WAS ABOUT TO!! and then? then, he flubbed everything. 

put his hand in your panties like some kind of pervert. 

“am i crazy?” the memories of last night kept replaying in his mind like a never-ending torture reel—the way your eyes had widened, gojo's obnoxious cackle, the way he moved on top of you…

his hands flew to his face, covering it as the image of him taking off his shirt surfaced. 

“why did i do thaaaat?” it's been hours now but he still was analyzing every second, every word, every breath—like some kind of detective trying to piece together a crime scene.

“i wasn't even drunk, just a little tipsy, please,” he muttered to himself. his brain refused to move on. he needed a reset. a cleanse. what if he vanished? he could pack his bags, drop out, change his name, move to remote village where no one knew the name Choso Kamo—

“you're miserable.” of course he couldn't do all that, and of course suguru and satoru had to invite you over their shared college apartment.

meanwhile you? you had spent all day thinking about last night. the way choso—the usual awkward choso—had moved against you, the heat of his body, the way his hands gripped you. the way his usual reserved, flushed face was nowhere to be seen—replaced by something demanding, dominant.

and it had left you aching. all day long, the pulse between your thighs wouldn't let up. only intensifying as you replayed the moment his bulge pressed against your heated core, giving you that perfect pressure.

which is exactly why you were in his room now. 

he had tried to escape you all night, hunched over on the couch, avoiding eye contact like his entire existence was a mistake. the moment you called his name, his entire body tensed, bracing for impact.

and now? he was hiding in his room.

choso had had shot up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. “i—i gotta—” he didn't even finish his sentence before he had bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him.

a beat of silence had passed before gojo wheezed. “ohhh, he's so fucked.” as he exchanged a look with geto. you laughed, stretching out on the couch before standing up and followed choso right after he had left.

‘yeah, this was gonna be fun’ you thought.

he was so different than from last night. you needed to know if it was just a fluke. if, perhaps, he regretted it. or if he wanted you as much as you now realized you wanted him.

choso was losing it. he was pacing his room like a madman, running his hands through his damp hair, yanking off his shirt as heat crawled over his skin. his heart was beating out of his chest, his entire body on edge from just one moment of closeness with you.

but how was he supposed to face you after last night? after making a complete fool of himself? he wanted you so badly—had wanted you for years—but now it was all ruined. you probably thought he was weird… or worse, pathetic.

“…choso?” 

fuck.

your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but something about it send a shiver down his spine. he should have ignored it. pretend to be asleep. do anything but let you in.

but then the doorknob had turned. and there you were.

the second you had stepped inside, he knew.

knew from the way your eyes had darkened the moment they had landed on him. from the way you shut the door behind you without looking back.

he swallowed thickly. “y-you need something?”

you stared at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his bare, inked chest—his damn barbells—his flushed face, the nervous twitch of his fingers at his side. he looked unsure, so lost—like he had no idea what he had done to you.

‘how dare he look like that after making me ache for him all night?’

“…yeah,” you finally said, voice low. “i do.”

you stepped forward, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. he sat without thinking, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. you leaned in, caging him in with your hands on his thighs. his breath hitched.

“i've been thinking about last night,” you admitted, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against his skin. “a lot.”

choso swallowed hard, his entire body going stiff. “y-you have?”

you hummed, tilting your head. “mhm. and you've bee avoiding me all night. i don't like that.”

“i—”

you don't let him finish. instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him exactly like you had last night—right before geto had joked about getting a room.

he choked on air as your hands slid up his chest, slow and teasing, nails scratching lightly against his skin. just like you did at the party. “you danced on me like you wanted me, choso,” you murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “you even felt how wet i was. you touched my pussy… licked your fingers.” your teeth grazed his earlobe, making him shudder. “so tell me…” your hips rolled against him, pulling a trembling gasp from his throat. “…you don't want me anymore?”

that's all it took for choso to snap. 

one second, he was frozen beneath you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. the next, he was grabbing you—strong hands gripping your waist as he flipped you onto the bed in one swift, effortless motion.

you barely had time to gasp before his weight was on you, pressing you down, his breath hot against your skin. his tattooed hands—nails painted a deep purple— pinned yours above your head, fingers intertwining with your own, your dark red polish a stark contrast against his.

“fuck—” he growled, voice rough, desperate. his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes burning with unhinged desire. “do you have any idea how many nights i've spent dreaming about this?”

you shivered. this wasn't the flustered, awkward choso from earlier. no, this was the lapdance choso. 

“choso—”

this time, he was the one not letting you finish. his lips crashed onto yours, hungry, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from five years of longing spilling out at once. his hands moved from your wrists to your waist, gripping tight, possessive.

his hips ground against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, back arching at the friction. that was all it took for him to loosen up completely.

his lips started attacking your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks—his marks. his hands tore at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. his mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping against your collarbone, sucking one nipple on the way as his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them, his breathing ragged.

you whimpered, hips pushing against his, searching for more. and choso didn't even bother undressing himself—his only focus was you.

his hands were rough as he spread your legs wider, slotting himself between them. his breath hot against your inner thighs, and fuck, he was already feral with hunger. his lips drag over your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that sent chills up your spine. his fingers resting on your hips as he looked up at you, his dark eyes blown wide with need.

“i've wanted this for years,” he groaned. “thought about this—you—so many fucking times i—” he shook his head like he couldn't explain it, like he was too far gone to form words.

then he did the only thing he's capable of—diving into your core.

his mouth latched onto your clit with a desperation that was insane. his tongue flicked, lapped, sucked, determined to commit your scent to memory by morning. he was messy. sloppy. loud. he slurped, pressing his nose against you as he ate like a man on death row having his last meal.

he moans onto your fat lips, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. choso's eyes roll back at the sweet taste of you. one of his hand traveled up to cup one of your soft breast, squeezing, thumb playing with the hardened nipple.

“fuck—fuck, choso—” he didn't stop. didn't slow down. if anything, your moans only made him more drunk. he buried his face deeper, his free hand holding you open even as you tried to clamp them shut from the intensity of it. his inked arms looked almost sinful against your untouched skin—marked hands spreading and owning the softness of your body. 

"nuh-uh," he grunted, shaking his head. “not happening. you're gonna take it. gonna let me taste you.”

he was dripping. his cock was so hard it was truly painful, leaking through his sweatpants, leaving a wet spot on it, but he didn't care. didn't need anything except your pussy against his tongue, your thighs trembling on his broad shoulders, breathless little whimpers spilling past your lips as you fell apart for him. 

he licked everything. lapped up every drop like he was trying to drink you, tongue sliding through your folds, sucking, moaning, devouring you. 

choso was gone. absolutely, completely, ferally gone. he wasn't just eating you out—he was making a mess out of himself, out of you, out of the sheets. his tongue was everywhere, slurping up your slick, pushing deep into you just to hear the obscene squelching sounds echo through the room, riding you through your orgasm. god, he was so fucking shameless with it, groaning as he makes out with your cunt—as if he wanted to live there.

his face was soaked, his chin dripping, his cheeks wet with your slick. and he just kept going, even after your previous climax. he is obsessed, getting off on nothing but the taste of you. his big hands holding you open, keeping you in place even as your legs shook from the overstimulation.

"up." he groaned, pulling back just to take in the sight of your wrecked pussy, spread and dripping for him. 

you barely registered his voice, your brain still fogged with pleasure. “w-what?”

“up here,” he said again, gripping your thighs, his voice rough, hungry. “sit on my face.”

your eyes widened. “choso, i—” he glared, pulling you closer. “what? you scared?”

your face burned. “no, i just—what if i—what if i suffocate you?” this was genuine fear. no one had ever requested that from you before—no one had ever wanted you like this, so desperate, so feral.

choso just snorted, flipping you over with ease, positioning you right over his mouth. “sit.”

“choso—ahhh—”

he pulled you onto him, locking his arms tights around your thighs, forcing you to sink down onto his mouth. he lost no time to dive back in. tongue flattened against you, lips sucking hard before he shoved his face deeper, noise brushing your clit with every movement of his tongue fucking you.

“choso—” your thighs squeeze around his head making choso groan. sending vibrations up to your core.

his hips bucked up, his rock-hard cock leaking more pre-cum through his sweats, but he ignored it—ignored his own desperation, his own need, because you were all that mattered. you crying out his name, you feeding him what he'd been craving for years was way more important.

his hands slide up, gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft patch of hair above your cunt. his fingers twirled the strands absentmindedly, tugging, playing—entranced by every inch of you.

he pulls you down harder, deeper as you start to grind against his tongue, getting wetter from his spit and his sheer obsession. and when your thighs twitch and your back arch and your cunt gushed against his tongue—

“so pretty,” he muffled. “so soft, so sweet, i could stay down here forever.” your fingers clawed at the bed head, mind blurring as another orgasm crept up too fast, too hard. there was no escape. no mercy. just the wet sounds of his mouth working you open, inked arms locking you in place, dark nails digging into your skin.

choso latches onto you, drinking every single drop, messy and greedy as he moaned once again.

“mine,” he rasped, tongue flicking, fucking you through the second orgasm even though your body was jerking from overstimulation. “you're fucking mine now. you hear me?”

your mind was fuzzy, lips parting as you tried to catch your breath, but choso wasn't having it. 

his lips were shiny with your slick, his face drenched, his eyes dark and hungry as he kissed his way up your body, pressing sweet, almost gentle kisses against your skin. But the contrast—the way his hands were still gripping you tight,—made you shiver.

“you can take more, right?” he murmured, voice soft, almost sweet as he nuzzled against your cheek. "you're not done, are you? my pretty girl can handle one more, yeah?”

your breath hitched. "choso, I—I don’t think I—” but he did not care. 

one moment, you were still straddling his face, thighs trembling—and the next, you were on the mattress, your legs pushed up, spread wide as he hovered over you. folding you into a mating press—big hands hooking under your knees.

you felt his heavy cock toying with your clit as he freed it from the drenched boxer. the tip already leaking against your overstimulated folds. you weren't even looking at it—the two back-to-back orgasms leaving you drenched—but damn, you could feel how big he was just from just the tip.

you tensed. “choso—”

“shhh, baby,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on your smudged lips. “i'll make it fit. just be good for me, yeah?”

his voice is a mix of gentle sweetness and absolute filth, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

“ohhh, fuck—” you gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.

“shit,” choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “fucking hell, baby, you're so tight—fuck, squeezing me so good—”

your pussy was strugglig to take him, stretching wide, the thick girth of his cock making your mind go blank. he was so big—it felt like he was splitting you open. “c-choso, s'too m-much,” you panted, legs trembling around his waist.

but choso only cooed, kissing your temple, his voice all sweet and reassuring even as he bullied his cock deeper. “you can take it, pretty girl,” he whispered. “you're made for it. look—fuck, taking me so well—”

but suddenly you feel something. 

a cool, hard press against your walls, dragging along your inside. your eyes widened, fingers tightening around his biceps as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up your spine.

“w-wait, what—”

choso chuckled breathlessly, hips rolling just enough to let the metalic weight of his piercing grind against your sensitive spot. “you feel that?” voice barely above a whisper, thick wtih amusement.

you whimpered, thighs twitching as the sensation made your head spin. the prince Albert piercing was something you hadn't been prepared for—hadn't even know he had—but fuck, the way it dragged inside you, catching against your most sensitive spots, it was…delectable.

tears pricked your eyes, your body overwhelmed.

“mm, s'nice, huh?” he grunted. “been dreaming about how you'd feel wrapped around me like this, all warm ‘n’ wet, taking my cock with my piercing…”

a broken moan slipped past your lips as he rolled his hips again, the cool metal rubbing against your tender, stretched-out walls, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. your nails raked down his tattooed chest, catching on his pierced nipples.

your walls gripping him like vice, your body pulling him in even as you struggled to adjust.

“shit, baby, you're creamin' all over me.” you whimpered, embarrassment flooding through you, but choso just grinned, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers rubbing at your clit.

“nasty little, thing. acting like you can't take it, but your pussy's sucking me in—mhh, goddamn, you're loving it, right?”

you sobbed, head lolling back, body burning hot from his words, from the way he was praising you while talking so dirty.

his hips keeps pushing into you, pushing all the way to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of his thick cock in one deep thrust. 

“choso—ah!”

“mmh, yeah,” he pulled back just to slam into you again, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing in the room. “fuck, baby—so tight—gonna stretch you out realll good, yeah. gonna fuck you open 'n—mhfp”

choso wasn't gentle anymore—fucking roughly, fast. animalistic. he pounds into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he owned it. because he does. his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over and over—

“listen to you,” his eyes rolls back at the obscene sounds of your wet cunt sucking him in. “so—” slams “fucking—” slams “messy—” slams.

hot fat tears make their way down your cheeks, nails dragging down his back, over the swirling ink that covered his shoulders and arms, down to his taut stomach where his happy trail led to thick patch of hair at his base. 

you weren’t even sure what was hotter—the way he fucked or how he looked doing it. his tattoos flexing with every movement, his abs tightening as he drilled into you, the barbells through his nipples gleaming with sweat, the veins in his arms prominent.

“gonna make you my little cumdrunk girl, huh? my pretty little toy to fuck stupid?” he panted, voice thick with lust, his hips drilling into you. “feels good? best you ever had? tell me, baby—tell me no one else ever fucked you like this—” his grip on your waist was bruising, holding you onto place as your body jolted forward because of his brutal thrusts.

your mind was mush. you could barely think, barely breathe. but you knew the answer.

“n-no one—fuck, c-choso, mghn—no o-one everrr—”

“damn right,” he gritted out, snapping his hips harder, deeper, until you were seeing the whole constellation. “no one else gets to have you. no one else gets this pussy but me, got it?”

you nodded desperately, body already on edge, the coil in your stomach ready to snap—

and choso feel it, his hands went to support your thighs, hugging them tightly around his waist. “go on,” he growled, forehead sticking to yours, not slowing his pace. “cum for me, baby—wanna feel your cum all over my cock, please.”

your head rolls back as the knot in your stomach releases, vision blurring from the pleasure, cheeks reddened by your tears. choso still hadn't cum, dick still hard—and if anything, it only grows inside you as he feels your spongy walls spasming around him.

you had never felt something like this before—so high off pleasure, so insatiable, so utterly dizzy with lust that even after he had fucked you into oblivion, you wanted more. 

as you came back to your sense you take a look at the man above you, hair damped with sweat, chest heaving, face still shiny with your slick. cock twitching—and so does his piercing—gleaming with your cum and his own pre-cum.

strength surged back into your limbs—not much, but enough to straddle him. your palms landed on his chest, fingers splaying over his pierced nipples, the cool barbells sitting perfectly against your skin as you pushed him down.

his eyes widened. “are you—”

you smirked, dragging your soaked pussy along his length, feeling his pulse against your swollen folds, the hard curve of his piercing pressing into your clit like a tease of what's to come. 

“what's wrong, baby?” you cooed, tilting your head, feigning innocence. “tired already?”

choso groans, hands flying to your hips, dark painted nails digging into your flesh. “fuck, you're gonna kill me—”

“or milk you dry.” you wink at him, giggling at the way his cock throbbed at your words. you could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep control. “i thought you said i could take more,” you teased, voice sticky-sweet.

the tattooed man cursed under his breath, jaw locked tight as he watched you slide up and down his length, your arousal coating his veiny shaft, dripping down to his balls, his dark coarse hair shinning with slick. “shit, so fuckin' messy—”

you leaned down, licking a slow, wet stripe up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your tongue before whispering, “wanna ride you, sweet boy.”

his whole body jerked.

“holy fuck—” and before he could process anything, you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock, tracing a looong vein going from his base to his swollen tip—hot, leaking. the weight of his piercing pressing against your palm.

your thumb brushed over the Prince Albert, curiosity flicking across your face. his tattoos were hot, his nipple piercings were hot…but this? the idea of that thick metal pressing inside you, once again? fuck.

“y-you sure?" choso stammered, his usual cocky drawl cracking into something desperate. i—i'm quiet big, d-don't wanna hurt you.” his flustered concern was endearingly cute, but you knew better.

“i can take it.”

you dropped. in one go. fast.

“FUCK!” 

his head slammed back against the pillows, his mouth falling open as your tight, soaking heat swallowed him whole, the tip piercing pushing past your entrance, forcing your walls to stretch around both his sheer girth and the unrelenting hardness of the metal.

“shit…” you gasped—his cock stopped right before your bellybutton—your pussy was still struggling to accommodate him, the stretch toeing the line between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.

his happy trail and coarse pubes grazed against yours, adding to the overstimulation, his fat tip hitting something that made your toes curl.

choso's painted nails sank into your ass, black and purple contrasting on your unmarked skin, as he took in the sight of you—you're messy hair, fucked-out expression and the obscene bulge pressing out of your belly.

you bit your lip, rolling your hips just right, feeling the delicious burn of his cock pressing on every spot inside you. “feels so good,” you moaned, taking your sweet time to enjoy every inch. after all, it wasn't everyday that you could fuck a pretty hyper fixated emo man. with a big big cock above all that. “so fucking full—”

choso was hanging on by a thread, every muscle in his body taut. his breath shudders as he tries to keep himself together. but the way you were riding him—slow, teasing, your cunt clamping down around him.

“you little tease,” he panted, voice strained. “you're fuckin' enjoyin' this, huh? making me lose my mind—”

you rolled your hips harder, making him grunt. “mmh, you like it, don't you? like watching me fuck myself on your fat cock?”

his palms landed harshly on your cheeks' ass. making you yelp in surprise. “fuckin' filthy—such a nasty girl we have here—”

you moaned, reveling in the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his big hands manhandled you even though you were the one on top.

suddenly you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. your breath hitched.

“my pretty little slut," he rasped, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, to make you even more aware of his piercing dragging inside you with every pulse of his cock.

his hips bucked up—hard, deep, unrelenting. 

“you want to ride? then ride, baby—correctly.”

your moans turned into choked cries, your body jerking as he thrust up into you, driving his cock into your sweet spot over and over and—

“c-choso, p-please—”

“pussy's like magic," watching as your slick splattered onto the sheets and his abs. "sloshing wetness all over me—fuuuck.” his gaze darkened, locked onto your bouncing tits, onto the way his pierced nipples tingled every time you dragged your nails across them. 

“you feel so good. riding me like a pro," choso was on the edge—panting like he'd lose his mind if he didn't cum soon. “th-thought you were scared it wouldn't fit?”

but you were gushing around him, walls spasming, your tight heat milking his cock for everything he had.

“baby, i—god.”

choso’s whole body tensed as his climax crashed through him. 

his hips jerked, his cock throbbing deep inside you as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into you—so much that it was concerning. 

his head fell back, a deep, wrecked whimper slipping past his lips as he kept coming, his hands gripping your hips tight, forcing you down onto him, making sure you took every drop.

"shit," you breathed, feeling the warmth flood you. your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks of your own release, thighs burning, your clit throbbing from the stimulation. 

"choso, you're still—"

"i know," he gasped, still throbbing, still leaking inside you. "i can’t—fuck, i can’t stop—"

And neither could you.

it continued.

For hours and hours. 

choso had been relentless, folding you in every position imaginable—his stamina something straight out of a mythological tale.

and you finally stumbled out of the bedroom—legs gone. nonexistent.

you might as well have left them in the sheets because they were absolutely not functioning. you had to grip onto choso's arm just to stay upright, and the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face was not helping.

“fucking finally,” geto drawled from the couch, stretching out his arms. “took you two long enough to get a damn room.”

you groaned, burying your burning face into choso's shoulder. geto should be more worried about if you were leaving that room alive.

gojo, sprawled next to him, smirked. “nah, nah… room or not, i definitely still heard everything.” he turned his head towards choso with a shit-eating smile. “didn't know you had it in you, big guy.” 

choso was… shy? embarrassingly shy. he froze, ears burning, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something—desperately wanting to find an exist to this discussion.

you blinked up at him. confused. because who's that the same man who whispered the filthiest, most dominant shit into your ear?

he was mumbling, looking everywhere but at you. “i hate you both,” he muttered under his breath. staring aggressively at the floor.

geto chuckled, nudging gojo. “oh, this is gold. he's all quiet now. what happened to all that dirty talk, huh? gone?”

you bit your lip, holding back a laugh. he was so shy. and it was adorable.

“actually,” he blurted out, too quickly. “did you know tigers have the strongest bite force among big cats? but hyenas actually have a stronger one in comparison to their body weight?”

silence.

you blinked. gojo and geto stared.

“what?” gojo squinted. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“animals,” choso said even faster, shoving his hands into his pockets like he could just disappear into them. “as you know, i watch a lot of documentaries and—”

gojo wheezed. you smiled.

and the, because you were a menace and because this was the cutest thing you'd ever seen in your life, you leaned in—all slow, all teasing—watching as his ears somehow got even redder when you got close.

as if he hadn't just spent hours rearranging your insides. as if he hadn't been the most depraved man known to life.

you let your fingers graze his forearm, voice sickening sweet. “tell me more.”

his eyes flicked to you, wide, surprised. 

but when he saw that you actually wanted to hear him ramble, when he realized you were genuinely interested—his lips parted slightly. his shoulders relaxed.

and softly—hesitantly—he started talking again.

and it was kinda hot!!

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

I hope the anon who requested that is satisfied !! :3

[acosmicbee]

Hello! Big fan of your writing! If you're still taking suggestions, I have one in mind: Superhero parent (or a whole team) pay little attention to the kid of the group until they're put in danger by their enemy. Superhero parent/team now hyper fixated to ensure the child is safe and secure no matter what.

Rookie

(Thanks so much for the idea! More lore for my Rehabilitation universe! TWS: Y/N gets tortured & almost dies (NOT GRAPHICALLY AND IT'S MOSTLY IMPLIED))

When your teachers had described what it was like to be a hero, it had sounded majestic. You'd gone home every day asking your parents when you'd inherit some magical power to help save people. Of course, your family had no record of ever developing powers but they never dissuaded your dream.

It was luck that one day you woke up and your body was shining like the sun. You had screamed so loud in joy that your parents had to remind you that your next-door neighbors had a history of calling the police for any noise louder than a whisper.

But that didn’t matter to you. You were smiling the whole time they took you to get your power legally registered. The whole time the agents showed up at your house to take you to a special hero school. The whole time you finished your classes.

But the reality? The reality was nothing to smile about. You had been tacked onto an already existing hero team. A group of adults who saw themselves as too good to help the 17 year old shadowing them.

You quickly realized that not everyone became heroes for a good reason. The leader of the team, Hot Spot, did it for the fame. If he wasn't in front of a camera, he was cruel and a bully.

His second-in-command, Phantom, did it for the adrenaline rush. She would jump into combat before being given a cue to, ruining a lot of stealth plays and good plans.

Tornado, a girl who could control the wind, did it for the access to powerful people. She was always at some gala or another hanging off someone's arm while slipping a few bills out of their wallet.

Lastly, Tranq, who used his paralyzing powers as a way of taking out his anger issues on the villains he fought. They'd be on the ground, unable to move or fight back, and he'd just keep hitting.

Then, you guessed, there was you. The rookie, Helios, named after the Greek titan of the sun. You always seemed to be in someone's way, in the wrong place. Your bioluminescence made any kind of stealth at night nearly impossible. Your light was, at most, good for blinding, but not much else.

You were the burden, the unneeded part. When you cried after losing your first civilian, they sneered instead of comforting you. When you attended press events with them, you were put on the very edge and almost never allowed to speak.

But you didn't let their words stop you. You were in this to save people, to be a hero. It didn’t matter that you were more bruised after training than fighting a villain. It didn’t matter that you'd be pulling people out of the ruble long after they'd left to talk to the press. None of that mattered.

What mattered was the smiles you were beginning to get walking down the street. What mattered were the little kids who had stopped you to make flower crowns with them while you were on a coffee run. What mattered were the lives you had saved.

You didn't care that you were often on your own, left to clean up behind them. You were almost 18, you could take care of yourself. Of course, you still had to default to them if you wanted to do anything, but their lack of care made it easy to do practically anything you wanted.

It was another one of those days. You were patrolling, walking down the street humming as you looked around. There was a playground nearby with kids giggling and laughing as they played. A small café with really good-looking scones, a bookstore.

It was nice out today, quiet. The sun was warm, and the breeze was cool. You had stopped to give a pair of tourists some directions when the earpiece you wore crackled to life.

"Helios. We need you down at the docks. Warehouse 5." A voice said, slightly muffled. You could hear some fighting in the background as the com shut off. You quickly finished your directions before running off towards the docks. They were finally trusting you to help them in a fight and you wouldn't let them down!

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"Where's the kid?" Hot Spot asked, flopping down onto the couch. They were backstage about to have a press conference, one you were supposed to be at for looks.

"How should I know? Don't they normally patrol around now?" Tranq asked, a makeup artist brushing something or other on his face.

"They're gonna be late, which looks bad on us. Tornado. Call them." Hot Spot ordered, smoothing out his suit.

"Why do I have to?" She groaned, despite fidgeting with her ear piece. "Kid, where are you? Huh, they're not answering."

"Maybe they're in a fight." Phantom said, fixing her hair in front of the mirror. "Then again, I doubt they'd jump in without telling anyone. They're stupid but not that stupid."

"You're that stupid." Hot Spot said, pulling out his phone. "Did we forget to tell them the old channel was compromised or something?"

"Whoopsies." Phantom said, pinning her hair in place. "We totally forgot."

"I'm sure they'll figure it out and be completely fine. Besides, we're on in 5." Hot Spot said, turning off his phone. It was just after when a distress signal began to come through, not that any of them noticed as the lights went up and the cameras turned on.

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Three days. They hadn't noticed you were missing for three days. Sure they noticed the small things, the dishes not being done, no leftovers in the fridge, the silence through their shared compound. But they hadn't thought much of it.

At least, not until they realized it had been three whole days since they had last seen you. Three days of zero contact, no requested time off, nothing. That was when they'd entered your bedroom.

They'd never been in there before since you'd moved in. The room was in a typical state of lived in, your bed was made and you had some laundry still in the basket that needed folding. Your mirror was lined with pictures of friends from hero school and your parents. There were posters hanging on the walls which had been painted a soft yellow.

It looked like a kid's room. Because that's what you were, a kid. A kid they hadn't heard from or seen in three whole days. The pictures of you smiling and laughing were foreign to them, how come they had never seen you like that except for your very first day?

It was at that moment they jumped to action, trying to find out anything about your whereabouts. The villains they came across ended up more mangled than normal, as they searched the city with deadly precision.

It was late that night when they kicked open a door to an unassuming warehouse down by the docks, immediately setting off a bomb. In an instant the warehouse collapsed, and they were forced to shield themselves as they stared at the rubble.

It was Hot Spot who'd spotted the bloody piece of yellow fabric amid the destruction. Tornado used her wind to move the wreckage, straining to keep control over her powers with the anger and anxiety coursing through her.

You were there, at the very bottom. Your body looked smaller than they had ever seen you, bruised and battered. Dried blood was crusted in your hair and dripping down your face. In fact, there was a lot of blood everywhere. Blood on your suit, blood on your skin, blood all over.

Tornado also lifted you up, her winds carefully cradling your limp body until they got you to a waiting ambulance, one that had been directed after hearing the explosion. It was only once the medics were panicking over your body, fumbling for an oxygen mask and an IV drip did they realize the most haunting thing.

You weren't glowing. The steady glow that always surrounded you from your powers was gone, completely. You looked normal, small, like any other civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time. The last they saw of you was the paramedics rushing to start CPR as the doors to the ambulance slammed shut and the ambulance sped off.

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"They made flower crowns with my niece and nephew. Just sat down in the park with them to help them weave some dandelions together." A voice echoed from the hospital waiting room's TV. All that had been reported on since they arrived was you. It seemed everyone had some sort of story about you, especially civilains.

They were in civilian get-up, watching as person after person recounted some encounter they'd had with you. You helped save someone's cat from a tree, you'd given people directions, you'd helped lost children find their parents. Even other heroes you'd known in school were sending their best wishes towards you.

"Helios... they're truly a light, not just because of their powers. They see the good in people, in everyone. They became a hero because it was the right thing to do, because they wanted to save people. They were my hero in school and still are to this day. Stay strong Helios and keep fighting." Another hero, Selkie, said. She had tears in her eyes by the time she finished talking, turning away as she began to cry. Another hero, probably one of her mentors, was quick to shield her from the cameras and hug her close.

They had never done anything like that for you. In fact they'd done the opposite many times. Hot Spot was overly cruel during your spars, letting his lava burn you and lecturing you when you got burned. Phantom had gotten you injured more than once by jumping into fights without warning you first, dragging you with her.

Tornado had threatened you to keep your mouth shut when it came to the thievery of her dinner partners, her eyes cold and her voice warning. Tranq had used his powers on you more than once just to make you shut up, leaving you somewhere people wouldn't find you until his powers wore off.

Watching all these people cry over you made them mad. You were just a stupid kid. A stupid kid who didn't give up even when they should've. Now you were in surgery, fighting for your life all because you couldn't just sit back.

They'd make sure you learned your lesson when you were finally awake again.

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Your time in the hospital had passed in a blur of pain and medicated dazes. You were either begging for relief or too out of it to recognize the person at your bedside.

The surgeons who had worked on you had healing related powers and were able to save you from the worst of the damage once you were on the table. However, your heart had stopped temporarily in the ambulance.

The most lasting of your damage would be scarring once everything healed, but for now you were mostly wrapped in bandaged. You were finally okay enough to be discharged with some strong pain meds, still a little out of it as your wheelchair was moved through the sterile white halls.

Someone was talking to you, lecturing it sounded like, but your head was so floaty and distant you couldn't pay attention. All you could do was sit there, partially slumped over as you tried not to fall asleep again.

It was only once you finally gained lucidity later on would you realize just what you missed in your drugged fog. The way your own confinement had been admitted to you while you were too sleepy to listen.

"From now on, no more patrol. No patrolling, no sparring, nothing. You'll be lucky if you even leave the apartment. Speaking of which, we're going to be moving soon to a bigger place with a backyard and tighter security. From now on, you're just a kid so act like one. Helios the hero is dead, it's time for you to show us who the person is under the mask. So, ready to go home Y/N?"

[lucidwntrr]

송민기 ───〃 TAKE IT SLOW (PART 2)

mingi doesn’t say anything for a second. his mind racing until he gets just the smallest bit of courage to do something he never thought he would have. with eyes squeezed shut, he says, “i-i’ve been wanting to try something.”

── synopsis: after experiencing his first handjob, mingi wants more.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: inexperiencedbf!mingi x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 3.8k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: kind of sub!mingi, virgin!mingi, oral sex (m.receiving), oral fixation (mingi likes your mouth), cum eating, mingi is going crazy, wet dream ꩜｡ a/n: thanks so much for the love on the first part, hope the second is even better !! (i didn't expect this to be almost 4k words but, we ball) ꩜｡ lovelies (people who wanted to be notified): @juicy-red , @lixies-favorite-cookie, @adalinewhite

ever since the day mingi got that handjob, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. well… more specifically how he wants to do it again. and it’s starting to be a nuisance to him and his daily life. recently, he pops a boner whenever you were around and it’s getting harder and harder to hide.

to be more specific, he’s started to hyper-fixate on your mouth. it started a week ago, when mingi woke up and you weren’t in bed. he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, mouth harshly dry, and that’s where he found you.

you were leaned against the counter, wearing your usual bed-attire that consisted of short-shorts (almost too short, mingi often complained) and a tank top. the tank-top that was currently hanging a little low on your chest.

phone in one hand, you were scrolling through your social media, completely unaware of mingi’s presence. in your other hand was a banana that you were snacking on, bringing it up to your lips to take another bite.

and mingi- mingi was intrigued, his eyes following the banana as your put it between your plump lips, no intention of being seductive at all. but to him it was the most obscene thing he has ever witnessed. he swallows, biting on his bottom lip as yours wrapped around the fruit, taking a bite before pulling it away, a tiny string of saliva trailing after it.

mingi can feel the heat crawl up his body, settling on his cheeks, as his breath catches, as well as an ache in his pants, his dick starting to fill out at the scene before him. never in his life did he think he would be jealous of a fucking banana.

he must’ve gasped pretty loud though, sparking your attention. as you turn your head to look his way and say good-morning, mingi whirls around and runs to the bathroom. sinking to the floor, he mutters stupidstupidstupid, as he thunks his head against the door.

you called out his name as he took off, but of course he ignored you, leaving you confused as you went back to eating your banana with a shrug.

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that wasn’t the first incident. later in the week, after having dinner at a restaurant, your proposed the idea of getting ice cream.

“sure,” mingi answered, excited to get a cold treat as it was quite muggy outside tonight, sweating under his sweater. what he didn’t realize was that it would be his biggest regret.

the ice cream parlor that mingi chose was a favorite between the both of you, one that held the memories of a past date. the kind of place that could never let you down, often defending it. he ordered mint chocolate chip and you strawberry.

“i like the strawberry one,” you started when you were both seated with a big smile on your face, cones in hands. “they have little strawberry chunks that makes it better in my opinion.” you finish, taking a lick with a exaggerated moan.

mingi dumbly nodded, trying to focus on what you were saying. but he couldn’t- because you were licking that damn ice-cream. swirling your tongue around the milky treat, sometimes enveloping the coldness with the warmth of your mouth, causing some to rest on the corner of your lips.

he almost wanted to lean in and lick it off himself, but you beat him to it. tongue peeking out the catch it before it fell with a laugh, looking at you with such innocence.

“feeling okay…?” you ask, when you make eye contact with mingi and he was looking back at you, but he wasn’t laughing. the apple of his cheeks were red, his eyes wide and pupils blown, and his ice cream was melting down his shaky hand.

he clears his throat, rapidly blinking and looking away as he says, “y-yeah.” his voice cracking.

you raised an eyebrow and mingi doesn’t meet your eyes, awkwardly slurping up the sticky cream that was dripping down his arm.

“you sure, you’re all red and fidgety?” you ask, looking him up and down.

“i-it’s kind of hot, no?” he stutters, tugging on the collar of his shirt with his non-sticky hand as emphasis to his statement.

“i mean, i guess so…” you agree. you can’t deny that as it was the whole reason that you were at the place anyway. it explains his flush face, but not why he was twitching. you change the subject, shoving your ice cream towards mingi, offering him a taste.

timidly, he takes a small lick and hums at the taste, nodding his head and still avoiding direct eye contact with you. he goes back to his own sweet, making you kick his leg from under the table.

“ow,” he pouts, finally looking at you with furrowed brows. you gesture to his ice cream, wanting him to offer you a taste as well. “you want to try it?” he asks.

you nod your head with a smile. mingi outstretches his hand, you grab it and bring it towards your mouth. mingi watches as you have a taste, swirling your tongue around his ice-cream.

he feels almost dizzy when you look up at him while you lick, satisified with his choice of flavor. mingi’s dick throbs, heart racing, a whine climbing up his throat. he coughs, aggressively pulling his hand back and quickly standing up to leave.

“okay, time to go home.” he states, not turning back as he briskly walks to the door. you don’t have time to protest, rising up from your seat to follow your boyfriend, confused.

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mingi’s most recent incident was just last night, when he had a wet dream about it. kind of-

you were sat across from eachother- both eating from their respective bowls. mingi looked up from his meal to ask you a question, pausing and nearly choking when he gets a peers at you.

you had your chopsticks in your mouth, mindlessly chewing on them with your hand resting against your cheek, deep in thought. it wasn’t until you slipped the utensil in your mouth, sucking the sauce off it that he gets bothered.

it makes mingi squirm in his seat, biting on his bottom his lip as he watches you, feeling himself getting hard. only looking away when your eyes slide over to him, face heating up.

“hm, did you say something?” you asked him, chopsticks still in mouth, afraid you might have missed something he said.

“n-no,” he responds, shoving a hand to in between his legs, pressing on his bulge.

“oh,” you purr, noticing mingi’s arm movements under the table. ditching the chopsticks, you slink out of your seat and make your way over to him, mingi gulping as you get closer. you turn his chair around and look down at the hard-on mingi was hiding. “then what were thinking about, hm?”

“i-i, nothing…”

“really,” you make your way to your knees, dropping in front of him and sliding your hands up his thighs. “so you weren’t thinking about having my mouth on you, like i had them on those chopsticks?”

mingi doesn’t get a second to gather his thoughts, puzzled on how you figured it out so quick, as you unzip his pants and pull his hard dick from his boxers, all that comes out is a choked moan.

“are you ready?” you whisper with a smirk.

mingi rapidly nods his head, hands gripping the sides of his chair tightly as you part your lips to take him in and-

and nothing, he woke up from his dream. he had a raging hard-on and your bodies were pressed together, too close, your ass pressed right against him. one arm was trapped under you and his arm that was slung over your waist hand gripped onto your hip to be sure you didn’t move an inch as he willed for it to go down before you woke up, with no success.

he thankfully had a chance to escape when you rolled to the other side of the bed, snuggling into a pillow. he practically leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom where he sat on the cool floor with a hand pressed against his straining boner like a loser.

he knows he could just ask, tell you about the thoughts he’s been having, but that’s too embarrassing. he doesn’t want to seem too pathetic or sex-crazed after getting just a taste not even a week ago. he once tried to satisfy himself, wrapping his own hand around his aching dick, but it just wasn’t the same as when you did it. nor did it relieve him of his recent fantasy.

even now, sitting on couch later that day, he’s hard. you were simply sat next to him, watching the tv and torturously sucking on a lollipop and it was driving him crazy. the short-shorts you had on that were riding up your smooth thighs, the tight tank-top that hung low enough to reveal the curve of your breasts and rising up just enough for a sliver of your tummy to show.

he can’t stop the blush that blooms on his face as he shifts his hips uncomfortably, dick throbbing in his shorts. he looks away and starts to contemplate if he maybe he should just muster up the courage to ask for what he wants instead of screwing himself over...

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it doesn’t go unnoticed to you how mingi has been fidgeting for the past fifteen minutes, it’s making you nervous. this whole week he’s been acting a bit strange, and you’ve been meaning to ask him about it, but it would slip your mind before you had the chance.

you turn your head to glance at him and he’s staring ahead, deep in thought. his face was pink, eyebrows furrowed, and he was worrying his bottom lip.

“mingi, you okay?” you decide to finally ask, popping the candy from your mouth and moving closer to him. you place a hand on his thigh, slowly dragging your hand up and down the expanse of it, only to comfort him. mingi has to cough to hide the tiny moan that he almost let out, his spine tingling.

“i-i’m fine.” he stammers, rapidly nodding his head and still not looking at you as his dick twitches. god, the way you get closer to touching where he wants it most is making him dizzy, swells of heat wracking his body and his pulse quickening.

“are you sure, you don’t look too good,” you question, your other hand moving to run your fingers through his hair and placing it on his forehead. mingi’s eyes flutter and he has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from whimpering. “and you’ve been acting weird all week.”

you stick the piece of candy back in your mouth so you could use your other hand to press against his neck, making sure he didn’t have a fever. he felt warm, but not sick warm. as you practically feel him up, mingi looks over at you, eyes honing in on the lollipop and the way it was twirling in your mouth.

mingi doesn’t say anything for a second. his mind racing until he gets just the smallest bit of courage to do something he never thought he would have. with eyes squeezed shut, he says, “i-i’ve been wanting to try s-something.”

“oh? trying something like,” you query, voice slightly muffled with the lollipop still in your mouth. you weren’t expecting him to say that. you were more expecting him to admit to being ill. you drop your hands from him so you can listen to him.

“like something sexual,” he whispers, wide eyes opening to make eye contact. he searches your face to see if he can find something repulsive or disgusted in them.

you could only stay silent in shock. he’s never been so upfront with you regarding anything sexual. even after the handjob, to you, he seemed like the same old mingi. he was still too shy to talk about sex and got nervous when making out.

he must have mistaken your silence for disturbance as his confidence falters. he gets embarrassed, almost ashamed at himself for being so risque. mingi knows his face is on fire and with all courage gone, he goes to stand up and run away, likely to the bathroom like he has been all week.

“i’m sorry… i-” he apologizes before being cut off as you catch his hand before he could stand and pull him back down to the couch with a huff.

“wait,” you start, shutting your eyes and inhaling before speaking again. “i’m not upset or anything, i was just... a little taken aback.”

mingi stays silent, so you take that as being able to continue, “i want to know what you’ve been thinking about trying.”

“i…” mingi begins, eyes finding that cursed lollipop again, flickering between looking at your lips and at his hands in his lap. he’s nervous now that he has to actually voice his thoughts. out loud.

“mhm,” you encourage him with a hum.

he clears his throat before he gestures at the lollipop, “i’ve been thinking about that…”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused about what he meant. you take the candy out of your mouth and point it at mingi, offering him a lick. “you want to taste the lollipop, that’s it?” that wasn’t necessarily sexual, but maybe to mingi who hasn’t tried anything, it is. and you won’t knock anything he wants to try.

“no, i-” he huffs, embarrassed that he has to actually say it. “what you’re doing to the lollipop, bu-but instead of the lollipop, it’s me you do that to.” he mumbles.

“oh, a blowjob?” you ask with a giggle as mingi flusters, his face getting darker if that was even possible and his hands coming up to cover his blush. when he does, you get a glimpse of his crotch and find out that he’s been hard throughout this whole conversation. “is…that not it?”

he nods behind his hands.

“is that why you’ve been running away from me all week?”

he nods again.

you finish your lollipop, disposing of the stick on the table in front of you, before turning back to mingi. you grab his hands, pulling them from his face and look him in the eyes. “you don’t have to be embarrassed about it,”

“i know,” he whispers with a pout, looking away. he looks so cute, so pure, it takes everything in you not to jump his skin right then and there. you didn’t want to scare him off, besides this is the first time he’s come to you with his sexual desires.

“so, a blowjob…” you drawl, making mingi groan. “did you want to try that right now, or?” you caress mingi’s hands gently.

“i would like that, if you don’t mind of course…” he breathily says, feeling his dick throb and he shivers.

“of course not. i wouldn’t have asked if i did,” mingi shrugs, looking at you once again.

his eyes drop to your lips and sucks his bottom one into his mouth. hesitantly, he leans in to kiss you, stopping right before your lips could touch, peeking at you, with his pretty eyes as if to ask, “is this okay?”

you take the initiative and capture his lips in a kiss. placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in, mingi moaning as your mouths connect. you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, gliding your tongue against mingi’s plump lip, asking for an invite to slip it into his mouth. you hungrily slide your tongue against his when mingi obliges with a whine, his hand resting on your hip gently.

you tasted like the peach dum-dum you were eating and he couldn’t get enough. he hungrily licks into your mouth, savoring the taste. he pushes forward, barely allowing a chance for either of you to catch a breath.

“easy, you still have to breathe,” you gently scold, when you part from him. mingi blindly chasing after your lips and whining. “besides, this isn’t all that you wanted right?”

with a smirk, you slid off the couch to sit in front of mingi, nudging his legs apart so you’re able to nest between them on the floor. mingi looks down at you, eyes widening when you look up at him, lewdly reminding him of the dream he had last night.

“are you ready?”

and just like in his dream, he nods his head rapidly and his hands were gripping the couch under him, fingers clenching and unclenching the soft cushion.

mingi’s thighs are exposed, his shorts pushed up and you bring your hands up to knead at the flesh as you lean down. you nose at his bulge, pressing kisses over the fabric of his shorts, right over his throbbing dick. mingi’s eyes flutter, head tilting to the side as he lets out a shaky breath.

you draw back and tap mingi on the thigh, fingers dancing along the waistband of his shorts. he raises his hips and allows you to pull his shorts and underwear off.

and you waste no time wrapping your lips around him, taking in as much of him as you can. it takes mingi by surprise, he jumps back and his hands move like they were going to grip your hair, but they freeze as he was hesitant to do so. he wasn’t sure if that was allowed.

you pull back, only making it halfway down his length, peppering kisses along it. “it’s okay, you can put them there if you want.” you reassure him before dipping back down. you make sure to breathe through your nose as you swallow him up, using a hand to run up his thighs and under his sweatshirt to caress his tense stomach.

“mmph,” mingi moans, trying to relax and open his eyes that have unknowingly closed. he wants to watch you, watch how your lips stretch around him like they did when you were eating that banana. but his efforts are in vain, squeezing them tight as your tongue pokes at the slit at the tip of his dick.

you let your mouth trail along him, using a hand to stroke the base of his dick that you couldn’t reach quite yet without gagging. you lick along the vein on the underside, pouting your lips and sucking at the skin.

“t-too much, too much,” mingi breaths, eyes cracking open to look at you. only to be met with your mischievous gaze, eyes sparkling at him and making him whine.

you take the head of his dick into your mouth and lets his length slide down your throat, humming around it. the vibration earns a staccato moan from mingi, his head flying back and grip on your strands of hair tight, but you don’t mind.

the wet suction sounds and muffled moans from you felt loud in the otherwise quiet room. you were getting accustomed to mingi and what makes him tick, makes his breath hitch and gasp, what makes him tense under your hands.

when mingi gets a look at you, it’s downright sinful. you either had your eyes closed, enjoying the feel of mingi in your mouth, or looking up at him, with flushed cheeks and shining eyes, watching his every reaction. and mingi couldn’t deal with either or those sights.

“fuck,” he groans, feeling that familiar knot tighten in his gut.

your eyes flicker up and you draw back, leaving his dick with a wet pop and string of saliva that mingi wanted to lick up.

your voice is raspy when you speak, and it turns mingi on even more. “how’s that?”

“g-good, it’s good,”

you hum, twirling your tongue around the tip of his dick, causing mingi to fist both his hands into your hair as he bucks up into your mouth and makes you gag. you pull back with a cough.

“i-i’m sorry,” mingi flushes, ready to shower you in apologies.

you ignore him, taking a breath before sucking him back down, causing the knot in mingi’s tummy to tighten further, thighs trembling at how close he was getting.

“that’s so good,” he praises, and making you happily moan around him.

you push yourself, swallowing mingi whole, deepthroating him. mingi groans loudly, his hips thrusting up before he can stop himself, gasping as your throat tightens around his dick. the squelching of saliva driving him mad, his body heating up and starting to sweat.

you peek up to look at him and your eyes meet for a second, right as you trail your hand up from his stomach to his nipples to brush them, wrenching a high-pitched moan out of mingi. you stare at him with your eyes half-lidded and your spit-slicken, pink lips wrapped around his dick, so pretty.

“i- think ’m gonna cum,” he announces, not being able to handle the intensity in your eyes - they’re too focused, too lustful, almost hungry as you devoured him.

you pull back briefly, “good boy,” you coo with a kiss to his head before sliding all the way back down. and that was enough for mingi.

“ah shit, shit-” he curses, voice cracking. his eyes are shut, one hand slipped through your hair and the other coming up over his mouth to muffle his sounds, his orgasm coming fast.

when the cum hits the back of your throat, you contentedly moan, rope after rope getting swallowed as he cums, moaning behind his hand loudly.

you pull back once he gets too sensitive, lapping up any cum remaining and mingi groans, turning away before he gets hard again.

“i can’t believe you swallowed… that.” he murmurs, flushing down to his neck, chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

you smack your lips, “it was pretty tasty,” you tease. and mingi would never admit that his limp dick twitched a little at that.

you come up, face-to-face with mingi, grabbing his chin and turning him towards you. you lean in, eyes flickering to look at his mouth, “you want to try some?” you whisper. pressing on his bottom lip.

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[pinkolve]

Crucio-An Ominis Gaunt Fic · · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

Summary: Sebastian gets angry when you refuse to use ancient magic to save Anne. After subtly threatening you, you run off and bump into Ominis. He’s very adamant on protecting you, but what happens when Sebastian doesn’t let up?

Genre: Fluff, angst

CW: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader, Evil!Sebastian, very ooc Sebastian, (just go with it, it’s for the plot.) Use of y/n, first person point of view, Slytherin!Reader, reader doesn’t agree with Isidora’s use of ancient magic, reader acts like a damsel in distress so if you aren’t similar to that, you’ll probably get very angry with this fic lol. Use of ‘Cucio,’ mentions of ‘Avada Kedavra,’ Sebastian uses Crucio on Ominis, (Again, it’s for the plot, please go with it.)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I’ve played a total of 17 hours of Hogwarts Legacy this week, so it’s safe to say my hyper fixation has returned! Please enjoy the result of said hyper fixation!

“I knew there was a way to help Anne!” Sebastian yells behind me, his voice ecstatic. I stare at the painting in front of me, deep in thought. “Y/n! This is incredible!” I finally turn to face him. 

“What?” He looked at me with furrowed brows, but his smile remained. 

“Isidora just showed us exactly how we can help my sister!” His hands are waving around in excitement.

“Sebastian…You can’t be serious.” I state. His smile fades quickly. 

“Of course I am. What are you talking about? This is what we’ve been searching for, a cure.” He gestures to the pensieve. I look between it and him. 

“Sebastian…”

“You can do that, can’t you? What Isidora did?” He walks closer to me, his tone impatient. 

“I mean…Possibly, but I don’t know how.” 

“Ask the Keepers to teach you! You can see the ancient magic just like her, that means you can wield it as well!” 

“No.” I shake my head violently, my face filled with disgust. 

“No?” He gets defensive immediately. “You stood by me this whole time, doing everything you could to help me find a cure, and now you’re just…Not going to help Anne?!” He scoffs. 

“Sebastian.” I say sternly. “Anne’s pain is not mine to take. You say that after she was cursed she changed, correct?” I pause and Sebastian simply nods along. “That pain is part of her now, if I take it away she will only become an empty shell of what she used to be.” 

“Are you serious?!” His voice is raising. “You told me you’d help her! Help me!” 

“Not like this. I was fine doing dangerous things, I’m a Slytherin, I live for danger, but this isn’t just dangerous anymore…This is fatal.” I point my finger at him, as if I’m trying to poke some sense into him. 

“So you’re just going to let her die?!” He screams at me, walking closer. I back away, terrified of the look on his face. He pulls his wand from his robes, pointing it directly at me. “After all this, you’re going to let her die?!” I raise my hands instinctively, staring between him and his wand. 

“Sebastian…” My voice is shaky, and my eyes are welling with tears. Something changes in his face when he notices my fear. He looks down and his eyes widen at the sight of his wand, like he hadn’t even realized he grabbed it. He looked back up at me with nothing but guilt. 

“Y/n..” He begged. 

“I don’t know who you are anymore.” I whisper before quickly walking to the Undercroft’s exit. Once I exit, I try to run off but I bump into someone before I can. 

“Hey!” Ominis’ voice is angry and annoyed. 

“I’m sorry, Ominis, I didn’t see you…” My voice is almost unrecognizable, tears falling from my eyes despite my protests. 

“Y/n?” His voice softens. “Are you crying? What happened?” His voice is still just as sweet, but with a hint of protectiveness. 

“It’s Sebastian, he-” I’m cut off as the entrance to the Undercroft opens once again. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry!” He stops when he sees Ominis. Without realizing, I’ve taken cover behind him. His body instantly moves to shield mine, like it was simply second nature. 

“What did you do?” Ominis asks, his voice stern and filled with anger. 

“I didn’t do anything.” Sebastian pleads. 

“Y/n seems to disagree. What happened in there?” He motions to the Undercroft. 

“We were just arguing…Y/n, I’m sorry.” He moves to the side, trying to get a view of me but Ominis moves with him, hiding me. 

“I don’t think she wants to speak with you.” His arm reaches behind him to gently interlock our hands. I grabbed hold of his hand with a tight grip, scared that who I thought was my best friend was about to ‘Avada Kedavra’ me. 

I was always one to stand up for myself, I had faced goblins, a dragon, even Ranrok himself, and I stood my ground. For some reason, this was so much different.

“We’re going to the dormitory, do not follow us, Sebastian.” Ominis practically growls before turning slightly and nudging me forward, his hand moving to my lower back. Sebastian does as he’s told, almost like a dog. He stays exactly where he is while Ominis leads me to the dungeons. 

It’s a silent walk, Ominis doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. I zone out for most of the walk, hardly realizing when we’ve already made it to the common room. 

“Shall we go to your dorm?” His voice is calm and smooth. I nod but quickly realize he can’t see it. 

“Yes.” I whisper and grab his hand again, leading him to my empty dorm room. There were a few beds placed around the room, but the girls they belonged to hardly ever resided there. I sit atop my own after pulling the curtains back. Ominis follows and sits beside me, still not saying a word. He’s waiting for me to start, for me to be ready to start.

“It’s a long story.” I say simply. 

“I have all the time in the world.” With this I start to explain everything. I tell him about the dragon attack, about the portkey, about the pensieves, the Keepers, Ranrok, the ancient magic, and then I finally tell him about what transpired with Sebastian. 

“He wanted me to do the same to Anne. I told him I wouldn’t because her pain is not mine to take, even if she agreed, that pain is a part of her. And god forbid something goes wrong, I could end up killing her.” Ominis nods along, seemingly agreeing with my choice. “And then he got…Violent.” My voice cracks and Ominis’ head whips toward me. 

“He what?” His voice is low and dark, something I’ve never heard come from him before. 

“He didn’t do anything, he just…Pointed his wand at me while he yelled. His face was just so angry, and he looked at me like I was the goblin that cursed Anne, so much hatred. Considering his history with unforgivables, I was terrified he’d…’Avada Kedavra’ me or something.” I take a much needed deep breath, pushing my tears back. Ominis goes eerily quiet. 

“I could kill him.” His voice is merely a whisper, but it holds so much resentment. 

“Ominis…” 

“You know he had no right to act that way, right?” He asks. 

“What?”

“Even if he was angry, even if you had said something so cruel, he has no right to raise his wand at you, to make you think he’d kill you.” His eyes are on mine, as if he can see me, and I can’t help but stare back. ‘His eyes are so beautiful.’

“I know.” I whisper. Ominis nods and looks away, his brows furrowed in anger. I can tell he’s thinking about Sebastian, and how much he hates him at the moment. “Ominis?” I breathe. 

“Yes?” He looks up quickly, like he’s ready to heal any and all of my ailments. 

“I-” My voice gets caught in my throat when I hear a loud bang. “What was that?” I ask with a quivering voice. Ominis is quick to stand, the tip of his wand gleaming. I stand beside him, grabbing my own wand. 

“Confringo!” A loud voice yells and the door withers away, Sebastian standing behind it. His wand is still pointed, his face somehow even angrier than before. 

“I told you not to follow us, Sebastian.” Ominis growls. 

“You’re making it seem like I’m some kind of villain! Twisting Y/n’s mind into thinking I’m the bad guy!” 

“She thought that on her own, and she’s right to believe so. You were practically ready to ‘Crucio’ her again.” Sebastian’s face twists into something I can’t even recognize anymore. 

“I should ‘Crucio’ you.” He hisses, wand jabbing forward as he speaks. Ominis’ face softens. 

“You can’t mean that.” He mutters, lowering his wand. 

“Crucio!” My ears start ringing the minute he speaks. I watch his wand point forward with intent, intent to hurt. Everything starts moving so slowly, I can hardly stand it. I watch the burst of green fly past me and hit Ominis in the chest. He grabs hold of his shirt with white knuckles, crumpling to the ground like a piece of paper. I hear a scream but I can’t tell if it’s mine, and everything speeds up again. 

“Ominis!” I fall beside him, holding his body against mine. He groans and wails in pain, in agony. I looked up towards the door but Sebastian had gone, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake. “Ominis, you’re gonna be okay.” I whine, but I’m certain I’m trying to convince myself more than him. His groans turn into whimpers the longer it goes on and my tears start to fall onto his shirt, leaving nothing but wet dots. “Ominis.” I sob, pushing his hair from his face, and wiping the sweat forming on his brow. “I’m so sorry.” I stroke his cheek softly, rubbing my thumb under his eyes to wipe away his own tears. “I love you, Ominis. You’re gonna be okay.” My voice is desperate, like I’m begging the universe to save him. Soon after this, his whimpers subside and all that’s left is heavy breathing. His hand reaches up to grab onto my arm, trying to pull himself closer to me. I pull him to my chest and hug him tightly. 

“I’m so sorry, Omi.” I whisper into his hair, kissing it softly. 

“I love you too.” He sighs out. “I love you so much.” His grip on my arm gets tighter, as if he’s afraid I’ll fade away like a dream. 

“Oh, Omi.” I cry, rubbing slow circles on his back.

[lavenderspence]

Spending time with you | A.H.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Content warning: fluff, reader can’t swim

Word Count: 0.8K

Summary: Training and swimming, he didn't really care about. Just as long as he was spending time with you.

Request: Hiii! I have a request that can be fun/funny and a cute read for a summer day hehe what about Hotch teaching reader how to swim? she’s been embarrassed to let him know she doesn’t know how to but since he’s getting ready for his triathlon (maybe another one, not the same as season 7 so a slightly older Hotch if you want🤭) and she’s joined him for runs and biking, the only thing left is the swimming! 🩷

A/N: this is the shortest thing i’ve written so far, but this mild writer's block has been kicking my ass. and so has my hyper-fixation on writing all my requests, babes is struggling. but yeah, this one is a cutie, so enjoy!

Ps: girly also doesn't know how to swim so - my husband's gonna take care of me, don't worry

Requests are CLOSED! | mastelist

You kicked your legs, letting the cold water splash around. You gripped into the edge of the pool tightly, as you looked on over, trying to see the bottom and failing. It wasn’t possible - at three meters deep, just looking at the darkness down there made your stomach rage with nerves. 

You swallowed, took a deep breath, and turned around to see him fastening a fitness watch on his wrist. 

The navy blue swim trunks he was wearing were highlighting his body well. He looked almost the same as the last time he’d done the triathlon - 4 years ago. But there were just a few small differences too. The smile lines adorning both his eyes and lips were now even more prominent. The small, but barely noticeable tummy he had was highlighted deliciously when he was wearing a dress shirt. And of course, the salt and pepper hair he’d decided not to dye this last time.

He looked good, he looked hot, but even his body, the whole package you’d forever be in love with, couldn’t distract you from the worry you felt, the mild fear. 

When he’d asked you to help him train for the annual FBI triathlon, you couldn’t tell him no. You loved spending the extra time with him - you loved seeing him active and you loved the goofy smile he got after a good run or some biking. 

Funny enough, you liked it too - the adrenaline, smiling in his direction, finishing up on a walk with your hands intertwined, a bit out of breath. The naps that followed after that were cuddling close to him, spooning him, and having him spoon you. 

After finishing up with the running and biking, the only thing left was swimming, which was why you found yourself holding onto the edge for dear life, your heart beating like crazy. Because, see, when you’d agreed to help your husband train for the triathlon, you’d forgotten to mention one very important detail - you’d never learned how to swim.

Three weeks of training and you hadn’t gathered the courage to tell him - so here you were, worried, overtaken by fear, watching as he jumped into the pool head first. 

Seconds later, he swam to the surface and took a deep breath. His hands pushed at the wet strands back, and he started swimming in your direction. 

He settled between your legs with a smile. His hands ran across your outer thighs, massaging the skin and getting them all wet. 

You reached for him, pushing a strand of hair off his forehead, before your palm settled on his cheek and you ran your thumb across his stubble. You loved the barely there facial hair he’d let grow in the last few days. 

“You ready?” He asked, turning his head to lay a small kiss on your wrist. You looked deep into his eyes, as you chewed at the inside of your lip. He must have seen, because he reached up and ran his thumb across your lips, pulling it out a bit to stop you from assaulting the tender flesh anymore.

Your heart pounded and you felt your palms warm up. 

“Actually, I need to tell you something first.” You whispered, as the feeling of mortification and embarrassment suddenly overtook you. So many years of your childhood, and your life were wasted, unable to learn something so basic. 

You watched as his brows furrowed in worry, his eyes shining bright in wonder, “What is it, honey?”

You bit at your lip again, only to have him pull at it again with a shake of his head. You pulled both your hands into your lap, and looked down, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“Idon’tknowhowtoswim.” You rushed to say quietly

“I don’t think I caught that, honey.” He pushed your chin up and searched your eyes for an answer.

You exhaled, “I don’t know how to swim, Aaron. I never learned.” You finally admit, eyes squeezing shut. 

It was quiet for a second. 

“Open your eyes, honey.” You did as he said, and watched as his finger ran across your rings, his own sparkling in the lightning, “Doesn’t matter that you can’t swim. I can teach you if you want, or you can just sit right here and enjoy the view.” His lips pulled in a small smirk before he kissed your sternum. 

“I don’t care if you train with me or not. I asked so I could spend more time with you. Either way, we’re together.” 

“You’re a good husband, Aaron.” You said as you leaned down to steal a kiss. He pulled you in as much as he could given the awkward position, and gave you a few quick pecks. 

“And you’re an even better wife, honey.” He whispered. 

In the end, you let him pull you into the water, holding onto him tightly as you floated around and he showed you the easiest way to swim. He held you, helped you, and hyped you up when you succeeded. He really was the best husband ever.

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[just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr]

Head canons

Post death-cure, safe haven

Thomas, Newt, Newtmas

I warn you this post is very long so welcome to he inner workings of my brain and 3am

Thomas

- ADHD!! You can’t tell me I’m wrong (this is kinda canon but it’s never actually mentioned) Will hyper fixate on things and neglect his well being

- His eyes are hazel, but they go green in sunlight with a lil bit of gold- that’s why newt’s favourite colour is green because its Tommy’s eye colour in sunlight but he won’t admit it he just says it’s a nice colour

- The type of person who does puzzles for fun. Again he will hyper fixate on a puzzle or task and won’t rest until he’s finished (unless Newt drags him to bed which he has done many times)

- Wakes up at 5am to go on runs with Minho. Minho wakes him up because Thomas gets made if he doesn’t and feels unproductive

- Cold showers all the time- unless he’s showering with Newt, then they compromise because Newt likes hot showers

- Either he’s extremely smart or extremely stupid. There is no in between. He could be going on about diffusion and the movement of particles between galaxies but then he doesn’t know how to tie his own shoe lace without making a huge knot he can never undo.

- He has extreme survivors guilt from everything happened to the point where he has panic attacks because of it. He always feels so guilty for helping WICKED, which of course no one blames him for but he always feels like he betrayed them and on the worst days he feels like he deserved to die for helping them hurt his friends.

Newt

- my baby has separation anxiety (I’m sorry!!) he constantly needs reassurance that the others still like him and especially from Thomas after they get together (which happens I will not be told otherwise) that Thomas still loves him and isn’t going to leave him

- This is also because some of the other treat him differently after he was cured- sometimes treating him like he’s fragile and delicate which Newt hates- he fears that the others don’t trust him and feels like he’s not cured and he’s going to snap and hurt them

- Being sick is also a huge trigger for him- he has a weaker immune system than the others due to the fact that he isn’t immune like they are so he gets sick a lot more often- even if its just a cold he gets super on edge, constantly checking his arms and pulse to make sure he’s still himself

- Thomas is always a help during these periods when Newt is anxious and sick, reminding Newt that he’s cured and that he won’t leave him alone. He makes Newt tea and gives him loads of attention- which Newt doesn’t love at first because he’s independent and thinks he can do it himself until Thomas puts him arms around him and kisses him softly and tells him that he loves him, then Newt just melts

- Convinced he has an acoustic guitar because my sister mentioned to me once that he would suit it and I cannot get the idea out my head. He would play it super well and use it to take his mind off things when his brain gets hectic. He doesn’t like playing in front of people because he gets kinda self conscious when everyone’s looking at him but he plays for Thomas when they’re alone and Thomas can’t take his eyes off him because he looks so beautiful.

- He still writes a lot, journaling, poetry, little stories he makes up. It’s kind of like a therapy thing for him when he gets stressed out and he doesn’t want to talk about it he just writes it down. He occasionally lets Thomas read snippets of his poetry and writing and Thomas loves it. Also loves reading so he and Thomas read together until Thomas gets bored and lays on Newt’s chest while Newt reads to him and plays with him hair

Newtmas

- Nicknames>>> Newt calls Thomas things like Tommy, Love, Darling etc. Thomas calls Newt things like Babe, Baby, angel etc.

- They both get anxious about the other one overworking, Thomas gets worried about Newt’s leg because Newt insists on working a lot to make up for the time he couldn’t work while he was recovering. Thomas knows Newt is okay and that he is independent and capable of doing it himself but he still makes sure Newt takes breaks and massages it for him to take the pain away. Newt gets nervous that Thomas is running too much and not eating enough because Thomas feels like he’s obligated to do it and he needs to do his part, but Newt in turn, makes him take breaks and makes sure he’s eating enough etc

- They are so touch starved when they get to the safe haven they are practically hanging off each other, constantly touching in some way. They’re walking? They’re holding hands. They’re sitting? They are pressed against each other’s side if not on the other’s lap. They’re sleeping? They’re cuddling. It’s little things as first just as they’re getting used to being able to touch each other affectionately whenever they want to but they get comfortable very quickly because they are so familiar with each other.

- To everyone else , Thomas is always the talker and Newt is the listener. Thomas always has something to talk about, literally anything on his mind he yap about to Newt and Newt listens because he loves listening to Thomas babbling about this and that. Everyone else agrees that Newt is the quiet one but god forbid when they’re alone Newt does not shut up. He doesn’t talk as much in large groups but as soon as it’s just him and Thomas he talks and talks about anything and everything that he’s been keeping to himself all day. He gets kind of embarrassed about it when he realises how much he’s said but Thomas loves listening to him talk especially when it’s something he’s passionate about.

- Newt’s limp okay. Newt is very independent and hates the idea that he needs help to get around or that he needs to rely on other people’s support but Thomas always talks him down when Newt’s leg is sore. He protests at first but all Thomas has to do is look at him with his big brown eyes and place a gently hand on Newt’s thigh and Newt gives in. Thomas makes sure Newt rests his leg, carrying him everywhere just to hear Newt whine that he can do it himself but still cling to him, burying his face into the brunet’s hair.

- Thomas has also perfected to making of tea and prides himself in making to tea every time he’s sad or in pain. He always gives the cup a kiss first, he did as a joke first claiming that it tastes better when it’s made with love but now it’s a must do and Newt complains that it doesn’t taste the same if Thomas doesn’t give it a kiss first

Thank you for listening to me yap <3 I’m thinking of doing Ivy trio + Minho separately headcanons so let me know what you think

Ily guys <33

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: At this point it's practically confirmed Ranpo hates the new intern, seeing as he runs off at the very sight of them...so of course Dazai just had to pair them up for the next mission! A/N:This took forever and honestly I feel like it's rushed...oh well... WARNINGS: Maybe Dazai and suicide (?)

Edogawa Ranpo: the ADA’s finest investigator; solver of crimes galore; consumer of way too many candies that could be considered healthy.

Sure, he couldn’t navigate through a train station if his life depended on it and there really was no point in trying to convincing him to crack a case if he decided it was too boring and he had a really weird hyper fixation on needing to wear his glasses even though his eyesight was fine but hey, surely he could handle showing the new intern at the agency around, right?

“Ranpo-kun! This is our newest member. Atsushi-kun was supposed to show them around but Dazai called him away and Kenji and Naomi are on a mission, so it’s up to you to show them the ropes!” Yosano leaned down with a sigh, swiftly swiping away Ranpo’s bag of potato chips and finally gaining his attention from the sudoku puzzle.

“Hey! Give it back!” Ranpo crossed his arms and pouted childishly.

“I’ll be back in an hour or two, so try not to make to make them feel like an idiot, alright?” Yosano snapped her fingers, tutting, but handed back the bag of chips. Ranpo snatched it eagerly with an indignant scowl. Best to keep him happy lest he crush the new intern’s soul with his usual arrogant teasing if he didn’t like them.

“Fine, fine, I’m the world’s greatest detective! I’m sure I can show them the ropes best!” If Ranpo were a bird he’d puff up his chest. Yosano rolled her eyes and moved aside to reveal the intern previously hiding behind her.

“Treat them nice, Ranpo, or you’ll be my next experiment!” With that she waved goodbye to Ranpo and smiled sadistically, pinching their cheek on their way out. “Don’t worry, he’s not all that bad.”

They stepped forward, a nervous yet cheerful grin bright enough to turn the sunlight seeping through the blinds into shadows. “Hi! So you’re the world’s greatest detective who can show me the ropes best?”

Ranpo gently set away his bag of chips, gaze never once wavering from theirs although his eyes were slowly widening. They waited, smile turning awkward as the rehearsed usual introductions of names and “I’m really glad to be working here, what should I start with?” in their heads began to spiral into “shit, I must have something on my face” and intense panic.

And the world’s greatest detective ran away.

***

”Yosano-sensei, I found Ranpo-san!”

“GOOD, BECAUSE I’M GOING TO CHOP OFF ALL HIS LIMBS AND HAVE THEM FOR LUNCH WASHED DOWN WITH WINE; DON’T LET HIM GO, ATSUSHI-KUN!!!”

“What - Yosano-san, it’s fine! It’s not that big of a deal!”

“Don’t worry, dear, he’ll be fine.”

“…I hope…Ranpo-san sure is in for it for leaving them to figure everything out themselves…”

***

“Dazai, stop slacking off. Ranpo won’t take this case so the President needs you on it,” Kunikida snapped, pushing up his glasses and throwing the stack of reports at the lounging suicidal detective. “There is no one else to take it, as much as it pains me to ask you.”

Dazai continued to sing aloud off-tune, rolling over on his side. “Go ask Atsushi-kun, I just finished a case not too long ago!”

“That case was a week ago!” Kunikida bellowed, then took a deep breath and straightened his tie. “The kid is too new. We need someone experienced to take the newbie out on the field.”

“Huh?” Dazai opened his eyes with a sly grin. “The newbie’s coming along? Ah…”

“Yes, and thank god for that. I wouldn’t trust you to handle this case on your own.”

“Kunikida-san! Are you really doubting my skills in negotiation?!”

“You are far too childish to be trusted with anything,” Kunikida grumbled. “And you would take any chance to provoke the Port Mafia. But with nobody else free it all falls to you, at least until Ranpo wakes up from whatever depression he’s wallowing in lately.”

“What depression? His refusal to speak to the newbie at all? His rejections to all cases the newbie is on? His inability to do anything else but sit on his chair and eat sweets?” Dazai’s eyes glinted as he feigned drama. “My, my, Kunikida, you really don’t know human emotions.”

“YOU BANDAGE SQUANDERING FOOL-” Kunikida exploded another pen, eyes twitching and positively vibrating from fury.

“Oh well, only someone as perceptive and expert as me would’ve noticed it anyway!” Dazai cackled, causing Kunikida to suddenly cool down due to surprise and confusion. “Forget it…but if I can convince Ranpo to take this case, will you left me off it? There’s a new suicide method I just read about and I was sooo looking forward to try it.”

“If you even can.”

“Trust me, Kunikida-san, I absolutely will! Now, where’s that newbie?”

Kunikida frowned, bewildered as Dazai leapt off the couch and pranced off to go perform whatever devilry he had cooking up his sleeves. Well, he thought grudgingly, if Dazai can rouse whatever funk Ranpo had been in since last week, he might not be completely useless. He glanced behind him, eyebrows knitting together, wondering whatever crap Dazai was boasting about to the newbie.

Better not be a request for double suicide.

***

“Hey, Dazai-san! Are you looking for a file or something? I’ve been sorting through these shelves all week that I’m pretty sure I could find anything you name, heh.”

“While that sounds absolutely delightful, I’m actually here about our case!”

“That? Right! I’m pretty nervous about it, so I’m sorry in advance if I mess anything up!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t be sorry to me~ You and Ranpo are going together~”

“Eh, what? I thought he refused the case?”

“Not if you ask!”

***

Dazai had almost immediately abandoned them both at their destination, quick enough to be suspicious. Very suspicious.

They scuffed at the ground with their shoe, awkwardly sticking their hands into their pockets. This section of Yokohama comprised of mostly warehouses of boxes and objects long forgotten and half-finished roads, dark and dingy with no sign of life anywhere save the occasional cry of the crow. Very Port Mafia like.

Checking their watch, they wondered when the supposed informant, the key to the latest smuggling affair, would be showing up. They were a little early, but it was fast approaching the meeting time and if there was anyone around they must be invisible.

Wait, invisible?

“So, uh, Ranpo-san, didn’t Kunikida say the informant had an invisibility ability?” They pulled out the file, flipping through the pages and began reading out. “Kosuke Kindaichi, captain of the ship that was suspected to be carrying the Port Mafia’s latest illegal cargo. Ability, the Inugami Curse, which allows the user to be invisible in light but not in dark areas - well, that explains why he chose to show up at this time of the afternoon. He’s agreed to give us information on their next smuggling if we help protect - Ranpo-san, are you even listening?”

Ranpo abruptly turned away, intensifying the loudness of his chewing. Those chips must really be spicy for his face to turn so red like that.

“Okay, never mind, you probably know all this already,” they said sheepishly, embarrassed at his lack of response. This was who he’d been treating them the whole time they’d been here…they really must have done something to piss him off. “Um, anyways, how do we know if he’s here?”

“Mmmph.” Ranpo cleared his throat and wiped his mouth, glancing back as if to reply. His expression twitched and he quickly turned away again.

“Okay, you don’t have to talk to me,” they sighed. “We’ll just get this over with. I’ll go look over there, you can take here.” With that they began to walk off.

“Wai-wait!” Ranpo? Speaking to them? The surprise of it all was what made them spin around, really. He inhaled sharply and pulled out his glasses, slipping them onto his face. “He’s there. Beside the green container to the left.”

“Woah, Ranpo-san, you’re right.” They beamed at him excitedly, running off. “You’re really observant! How’d you even see him?”

“I didn’t. Just because he’s invisible though doesn’t mean his shadow isn’t.”

“Genius! Come on, let’s go meet this informant!”

“…I suppose I am?”

From in front of the monitor Dazai was sprawled in front of, his jaw fell open and he adjusted the quality of the sounds being transmitted from the secret bug he had dropped into their pocket during the train. He had suspected something was going on and had taken the opportunity to prove it, even through unscrupulous means.

What a good idea: because when has Ranpo ever sounded unsure about receiving praise?!

***

“Kunikida-a-a! Come listen to this!”

“No.”

“Tanizaki, get over here!”

“Sorry, Dazai, Naomi’s calling me!”

“Is no one interested in what’s going on between Ranpo and the newbie? Once again I am alone in my perceptive endeavors - Yosano-sensei, over here!”

“What is it this time, Dazai?! Ow, hey, don’t slam your headphones on my head like that!”

“Ouch, you didn’t have to hit me so hard! Just listen!”

***

Ranpo was about to explode and it wasn’t going to be from sugar rush like Yosano had always said.

No, it was going to be from simply being near them.

They’d never stood so close to him before and it was making him terribly nervous - no, his palms were just sweaty from the summer heat. Same thing for his red ears. He was also digging his nails so hard into his coat because he was…well, something. Definitely not because he was so infatuated with them that it was taking every ounce of self control to not shout it to them and the world and the Port Mafia member waiting for them over there.

He had gotten his wish after all, wanting to show them just how amazingly smart and observant he was, but Ranpo never got a chance to before. Which, he admitted to himself, was mostly due to his complete inability to even exchange more than a few words with them without having to run away or freeze embarrassingly. Now he could show off to them why he was the world’s best detective without having to say much or mess up!

It wasn’t too much to ask that cocoons too would hatch in their stomach and have those pesky butterflies energetically flutter around, right? It was only fair, after all, they made him feel that way all the time!

Ranpo hunched his shoulders. Yeah, probably too much to hope for. They hadn’t said much to him at all when Dazai had dumped them here, and when the other ADA member had been there they had spoken so much, so happily with him! Of course Ranpo delighted in learning a little more about them and they looked so cute with that bright smile that came with talking about their hobbies and friends, but did it really only have to happen with Dazai?

…considering his behavior to them in the past it was a small wonder, honestly. And the odds of them reciprocating after just one display of impressive detective work were really low.

Okay, okay! He’d just have to work harder to impress them!

What had Dazai said about wooing ladies again? For once that suicidal idiot had actually proven himself useful with his blabber. Be her knight in shining armour. Yeah, that’s right.

“I - I -”

“Hmm?” Their head tilted towards him and he nearly died. “You were saying something, Ranpo-san?”

“I’ll go first! Then if anything happens you can watch my back - we don’t know if this is really genuine or a trap,” Ranpo announced with a sudden burst of confidence and a self-satisfied smile. Well, he had done it! Well done him!

“That’s a good idea! I won’t let anyone hurt you, that’s for sure,” they laughed.

Even Kindaichi quirked an eyebrow at Ranpo’s pink face.

***

“You promise you won’t arrest my crew? None of them know what’s actually going on, that Port Mafia man only entrusted me. I don’t want them getting into trouble because of my stupidity in signing the deal, even though I didn’t know it at that time.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged as long as you cooperate. However we were told that you had information on what the Port Mafia are smuggling, so I don’t understand why you specifically asked for a detective to solve a case…?”

“They’re connected! I’m sure of it. You see, the last shipment was of weapons. Guns and the like -”

“You’re lying. All of this is a hoax to get our attention. You’re a captain like I’m a Port Mafia member! We have to get out of here.”

“I don’t think so.”

***

Ranpo watched helplessly as they pounded and kicked at the door of the dingy, dark container uselessly. Stupid, he cursed himself. If he hadn’t been so distracted he would’ve smelled a rat long ago, not when they were both caught off guard and defenseless, especially not when they were going to wind up in trouble too.

But what could he do? Ranpo had never wished to be someone else before, but maybe if he were Kunikida he’d figure out a way to disarm that hat-wearing ginger Port Mafia member and his gun. Hell, even Atsushi could’ve kicked it out of his hand with tiger jutsu or something.

He sighed. There would be time to sulk later - now he had to get them out.

Nakahara had triumphantly revealed that the Port Mafia would be holding the both of them hostage in return for the ADA turning a blind eye to their smuggling affairs. The “detective” Kindaichi had requested for could’ve been any ADA member, but based off Nakahara’s complaints he had been hoping to kidnap Dazai.

Alright, they’d just have to be gone before the both of them returned.

He approached the doors and motioned for them to step aside (of course now of all times he’d lose the ability to speak to them, dammit; at least it was too dim for them to see his scarlet face at how close he come to brushing against their hand). Ranpo bent down and examined the slit between the container doors.

“How’d you know it was a trap, by the way?”

They’d need something thin enough to slip into the hole and yet strong enough to push up the bar outside like a lever. He glanced around the container, determinedly not looking at them.

“Ranpo-san?”

Just get them out, just get them out, he chanted to himself. Pretending he didn’t hear the hurt in their voice he went on constructing possible plans for an escape. Once they escaped he’d gain their admiration for his ingenuity for sure!

“…um, okay, this is really quiet…and awkward…I’m sorry if I’ve done something to offend you but I really need to know. Every time I come close to you you run away, you won’t look at me; actually I doubt you’ve ever even said more than fifty words to me the entire time. I feel like you hate me or something. Have I done anything wrong? Or am I not smart enough to be talking to you?”

What? No, no, no, that wasn’t how it was at all!

“You could never do anything wrong! The only thing wrong is that I can’t look at you for more than ten seconds without turning into a tomato because you’re too pretty and I really want to listen to you talk but I can’t because I can’t concentrate and there’s no way I can tell you this-”

Ranpo slapped a hand over his mouth, flustered by his sudden blurt. He really was such a lovesick schoolboy, huh? He even had the cheesy accidental confession going for him.

“Well…I wasn’t expecting - why are you hiding your face?”

Two hands suddenly lifted his own away from his face and Ranpo found himself staring into their surprised but pleased grin, a little confused but relieved.

“I’m happy to know you didn’t hate me all this time and that you think I’m pretty.” Their lips twitched.

He sprang on that like an overeager puppy. “Can we get married and have about ten thousand kids and will you bake for me every day like those cookies you made the other day and I promise I’ll take on all the cases so we’ve got money and I can buy you whatever you want-”

“Woah, woah, slow down there, Ranpo-san.” Mortified, Ranpo’s face burned as they doubled over in awkward laughter. “Maybe a dessert date after we get out of here, yeah?”

“Sure! I already figured out a way!”

This was his territory now - he could finally show off. He pointed at the slit between the doors and explained his thinking. Thankfully the container was littered with bits of metal and junk, abandoned construction tools and similar items. It wouldn’t be hard to find something that could help them, right?

Usually Ranpo was the one who ate up praised but he’d be the first to admit he did go a little overboard with his compliments when all they did was find the somewhat perfect tool to use in order to break themselves out. With a little maneuvering they managed to push half the thick rusted stick under the bar and the both of them began to struggle to push the bar up.

“Hey, Ranpo-san.” He looked up, breathless from the exertion but brightening at the sound of his name flowing from their mouth. “You never did answer my question though. How’d you figure out it was a trap?”

“There were the initials “S.Y.” embroidered on that handkerchief he took out to wipe his forehead with. If his name was Kosuke Kindaichi, it should’ve been “K.K.”. Coincidentally the Port Mafia had recently gotten a new recruit who had made it to the news not too long ago: Seishi Yokomizo, who was the appointed leader of their smuggling ring.”

“You figured everything out just from a handkerchief?” They stopped their work to stare at him in disbelief and - aha! - admiration. “I never would’ve noticed something like that; no wonder you’re the world’s greatest detective, huh?”

“I think the bar is moving,” Ranpo said as casually as he could in a feeble attempt to change the subject. They chuckled but began to heave harder.

“One, two, three!”

The doors flew open with a bang and revealed a stunned Yosano wielding her giant knife and Dazai dragging an unconscious Yokomizo by his feet.

“How did you get here?” The words slipped out simultaneously from theirs and Ranpo’s mouth.

“Dazai here -” Yosano smacked the man in question with the flat of her blade, displeased “-stuck a bug onto one of you to eavesdrop for gods only know why, but it turned out to be a good idea seeing as this was all a sneaky trap. Then again the two of you have already broken out. I’m off to find Nakahara; he ruined my new shoes.”

“That’s Chuuya for you,” Dazia hummed, throwing aside Yokomizo’s feet to lean exaggeratedly too close to them both. “Well? Any tea to spill?”

They snort and shake their head. “I love Yosano-sensei, but she’s very scary sometimes.”

“She’s scariest when you go shopping with her.”

“Or drunk. Drunk Yosano-sensei is quite a bloodthirsty person.”

“Hah-”

“You said we could go on a date once we broke out,” Ranpo interrupted abruptly, then sheepishly turned away. He hadn’t imagined that, had he?

“Eh?” Their eyes widened, then crinkled up into a smile. “Of course! I know a place.”

“WAIT, I MISSED OUT ON THE CONFESSION?!” Dazai screeched.

***

“To think I was the one who set them up and go through all that effort with the bug and end up missing the best part! Argh!”

“I’m just happy Ranpo is happy now - pining Ranpo was quite the drag. You, on the other hand…”

“Yosanooooo, can you feel bad for me for even a moment?!”

[2------2]

HEADCANON(S) LOONG! #3: Stone being talented/doing things and Robotnik basically walking in on it or having cameras on him (security purposes of course *cough*) and crushing about it, or alternatively just Stone being AWESOME

You know, I love stobotnik, (shocker I know, who could have possibly known). And I also like Robotnik realizing he's underestimating Stone BIG TIME! (I think I'm having a Mary Sue phase, I also like confident people bang brought down a few pegs). Also I imagine him a lot autistic at times, because that is my default mode.

Therefore I could imagine like a one shot collection or 5 + 1 (5 times Robotnik crushed on Stone due to his talents and one time he did something about it) or whatever, I'm the headcanon writer, not the fanfiction writer, I give inspiration, not restrictions.

Stone on the other hand does romantically FEEL something for the doctor, but doesn't let this feelings flourish, because how could he, it's his BOSS! (Though he adores him the in the way Hozier songs feel, you are my god and I am your worshipper).

So he just loves being in his presence to a point it makes him almost dizzy (autistic hyperactively) (but of course, he would never show that in front of his boss, he's got a reputation to uphold) and as he shouldn't feel something for his boss, he just does these things on his own, as he enjoys being in his own orbit (hello, it is I, an introvert).

But that pent-up hyper happiness has somewhere to go. So he relieves that when the doctor is gone or not around him.

Meaning, when the doctor is gone, "the mice will dance on the table". But how? I got a couple ideas (only ideas, feel free to use your own,of course!)

1: Belly dancing, Ballett or Aerial silk with headphones on, because doctor said he's gone for 3 hours, but comes back earlier and Stone doesn't notice. And man, the way he can move those hips and his body generally. is sinful, but he learned it to escape any situations involving being (non consensually) restrained.

2: Parkour and object retrieval, when he is truly energetic, he uses a room filled with obstacles, simulates a situation and just goes with it, like a Greyhound.

Target runs and he follows, everything else is irrelevant and will be perceived (maybe because he's got the rest of the day of). (Sidenote: maybe the target leaves the room and he just SETS after it. Still fixated on it, ignoring everything and everyone, even Robotnik, who is now intend on studying him, as he is even more goal oriented and agile than the eggbots, while Stone just tears into the target and massacres it (maybe using hands and teeth bcuz feral autism, or smth).

3: Singing/Playing an instrument I once read that fanfic where Stone had talents and Robotnik marked them in a folder, one of them was Stone singing "From the gallows". But I would love for that to be taken to the extreme. Stone suppresses his love for the doctor, but it still has to go somewhere, so maybe he just daydreams serenading someone while playing or singing.

And he sings like an angel and plays like a god, because if he serenades one (like Hozier does basically), he might as well do so by vocally and instumentally baring his soul.

4: Flirting, manipulation and charisma, of course ONLY to manipulate an enemy to reveal their secrets or to get the doctor his Government Money. He basically walks all over them, and they LOVE it.

Robotnik was stunned when the denied budget not only came in, but was even MORE somehow? How did his henchman do that?

And for the doctor, NOTHING is beneath him. Ask him what he can do with his tongue and he'll tie you a cherry stem necklace, if it means the doctor will get something out of it.

Ask the secretaries, and he is "the sweetest, kindest man they know" . The seniors all secretly have adoption papers, should he ever desire to sign them.

Also he can't have his doctor, he might as well work of some sexual frustration.

So if the earned money comes from submissively or cockily cozying up to a higher up, or from the people in accounting (who willingly and happily do financial fraud for him, because only the thought of his voice, tongue, body and freakishness make them turn a dark red and avoid eye contact) or someone else entirely. At least he gets the doctors budget (though he tells himself that only to make himself feel better, he knows there are many other ways to get that kind of money. Just don't ask him about that time he wore a corset. He could sit for a week after that).

5.Cuddling (autism)

As Stone is not one for being vulnerable ( he kisses and fucks, but doesn't let it reach him emotionally), he gets emotionally repressed and touch starved. So what does he do? Get himself an Alaskan king sized mattress, put a ton of featherstuffed pillows and featherstuffed duvets on it, and just burrow and nuzzle against them like a cat. And then cuddles a blank bodypillow, while making cozy noises of contentment ( though he denies the moans). But once he combined it with asmr and MAN, he was in pure ecstasy, limp and unresponsive like a noodle. Robotnik secretly saved all camera footage, where he was blitzed out. Because man, he just looks so cute, and free and juvenile.

How Robotnik and Stone react to one another confessing or being more affectionate, I have no idea, but if I want one thing, it is for Stone to be badass and a mastermind in more things.

And Robotnik realizing, if Stone wanted him GONE or have his guts rearranged by him (in one way or another, were it not so unorthodox), he could and would have done so long ago.

Bonus: Can someone give Stone an Audio porn kink and make him clingy or cuddly (like in Nr 5)? I would like to see how THAT fiction would turn out.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

alien!art you are on my mind… no matter what length or colour ur hair is u know he’s messing with it!!! u braid it, even just a simple one?? oooh he wants to touch. just let him feel. you have longer hair and can mess with it so it gets voluminous n big?? he really likes that, the intentional messiness is so different to the kinds of specimens and ppl he’s used to.

i personally love alien art with that Stanford Era curliness, but maybe he just grows his out and THEN he gets his Stanford Curls (gives you a reason to play with it more, wash it for him, put stuff in it that smells good 😍😍😍 completely unintentional consequence ofc..) ((something in him tells him that matching = intimacy n he doesn’t understand why)

you're so right, it's another layer of being close to you, smelling like your hair products copying your styles is another step to being yours and he loves it. He's beyond hyper fixated on your hair, if you dye it you bet he's going to be in there trying to help you, blending everything messily on accident it comes out a splotchy mess but you honestly don't mind, he was having so much fun with it

you have curls he's going to be playing with them all the time, tugging the ringlets until the pop back up to place even twirling pencils in them, paintbrushes anything. You make him quit after it turns into a knotted mess you had to go in and chop chunks out with your scissors

will run your hair through his lips, likes how smooth it is in his mouth he will coat your hair in spit you wouldn't really notice since he'd mostly stick to the back of your head.

Like you said he came to earth with shorter hair but wants to see how long it can get and what it will look like eventually, his curls get wild and he refuses to cut them will get defensive and push you away the minute you have a pair of scissors in your hand, you try to coax him into it "Art you need a trim it will be healthier, and easier to manage." He'd grumble and flinch away before you could even get a good snip in.

will copy your routine slathering mouse in his hair cause he wants it to sit like yours, tries to use the hair dryer of course he fails and just looks like he was electrocuted

The first time he wanted you to do anything with his hair was when he stumbled into the bathroom while you were showering, it scared the shit out of you.

You were so lost when he stripped down stepping in under the shower head and bending his sopping wet head down. "Art what the fuck?" you gasp confused he'd just stick your hands in his locks then shove a shampoo bottle in your direction "do my hair please" he'd ask matter of fact as if he didn't just interrupt your everything shower.

It just turns into a the most special routine, showering together taking your time massaging his hair, shampooing it, just doing everything he likes. It makes him go under a trance his eyes shut closed a pur like sound leaves his lips. He'd lean limp onto your body trapping you against the wall transfixed with the sensation, you'd never mind.

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART THREE

parings: hawks x mother!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: talks of abuse/ trauma!

notes: yall I cooked on this angst chapter (there’s comfort after I swear)

summary: You, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

It’s been maybe a week or two since Fumikage, your precious angel, has spread his wings and joined U.A.

and today is currently your off day! Which isn’t completely rare but you still enjoy them.

Most the time you clean and tidy up the house, checking the fridge to see if you need to get groceries- which is your favorite because you love going to the grocery store and-…it’s full?

inside has a small note in Fumikages hand writing…

“Decide to go shopping for you so you could rest, Love Fumikage & Dark Shadow.”

darn your amazing son.

so now, you don’t have anything to do because your son decided he wanted to helpful.

So what do you do?

watch the news of course.

Nothing interesting is happening today really, maybe today is just a slow day!

those are your least favorite.

but then, your savior came, that one bird guy you saw at the restaurant!

apparently he was doing an interview today on channel 58, and you were only slightly interested in him.

So you switch to the channel obviously, seeing his amazing wings that were much bigger than yours…

you really don’t know how long you watched that interview- then decided to watch a few videos on his quote, “epic saves”.

Maybe it was the wings, they were bright and shiny- maybe it’s just a bird thing.

what’s not a bird thing though is going onto G-bay to find overpriced merch of him.

It’s like starting a really good show and hyper-fixating on the side character instead of the main one.

After about 20 minutes of scrolling, you finally found your holy grail.

a 15 inch hawks plush with metallic wings, now you really liked shiny things- which is why it caught your eye.

Probably just a bird thing.

It was 30 dollars though…well whatever you’ll regret this later.

now all you have to do is wait for your new shiny edition to your nest! and while waiting you don’t mind watching more-

BZZT BZZT BZZT

your phone vibrates, it’s a call from the school?

Fumikage did warn you it would get kind of crazy up at U.A.- did he get hurt?

“Is this Ms.Tokoyami?”

you hesitate, “uhm yes, is something wrong with Fumikage at the school? did he get in a fight?”

Now it was the principals turn to hesitate, “ah, no ma’am, we just need to inform you that the school was attacked by villains-“

what?

“I-is my son okay?!”

“Ma’am, please calm down-“

You immediately snap, “don’t you tell me to fucking calm down- your supposed to be the top hero school and you somehow get infiltrated by some thugs?!”

“Ma’am, please-“

You hang up, you know where Fumikage is.

So you get into your car and drive as fast as the law will let you.

You reach the school and immediately get out of your car looking for Fumikage.

You can see a group of students standing by multiple cops, and you finally spot Fumikage.

You sigh out of relief, he’s safe, he’s here, you’re here.

You start to run towards him, “Fumi!”

He instantly looks around for who called him, seeing you.

“M-mother?!”

you can here his class gasp, repeating what he said.

You reach Fumikage, your beautiful boy, and hug him tightly.

“M-mother, what are you doing here?” He says with confusion.

“Principal called to notify me, so I came straight away.”

You pull back and cup his face, “are you a okay, Fumi?”

“M-mother not infront of the class…” he whispers with embarrassment.

“Fumi, you worried me sick! Are we able to leave now? I want you home.”

“Yes mother, I just gave my statement to-“

You grab Fumikages hand and drag him to the car, “good, let’s go then.”

Fumikage hops into the car, still with his hero costume on.

“Best hero school my ass…” you whisper angrily.

“It was the villains quirk, mama.”

“Yea well I expect better from U.A.- you better have not even been near those villains!”

Fumikage looks away.

“Fumi, please tell me they kept you away from the villains.”

“Well we got separated and-“

that’s definitely a fucking email.

You put your head onto the steering wheel.

“Do you not have any hope in my ability’s?!”Fumikage angrily bursts out.

“Excuse me- you shouldn’t have even been near those villains.” You say angrily.

“I can handle myself.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“I’m training to be a hero, mother!- I can get beaten up if I have to.”

“You shouldn’t have to!”

“Well dad did didn’t he? Is that why he left?!”

Then the car goes quiet.

You don’t like talking about Tokoyamis father, you always argued with him about how hard you worked and how hard he worked- training to become a hero.

He told you he didn’t need a “loose end” on his record, he didn’t need Fumikage.

you don’t like talking about him at all.

“Fumikage, I don’t like talking about him.”

“He was a hero, he worked for that didn’t he?”

You don’t understand why Fumikage wants to put him in a good light.

“He was barely a hero, he left you Fumikage.”

Fumikage whispers, “Maybe that was the right thing to do.”

You smack the steering wheel, “You needed a father Fumi, I couldn’t do all of that by myself- I…”

He raises his voice, “Is that why you let Ryuji do that to me, because you thought I needed a father?!”

“Fumikage, I didn’t know he was like that!” You plead with him.

“You were barely even home, you barely know me!”

“watch your tone, boy.”

Fumikage immediately stops, he always hated when you were angry with him.

So angry to the point you stopped using his name, the one you gave him.

You take the car out of park, and start the drive home.

it’s quiet, you like it like that anyways.

Ryuji was nice to Fumikage when you were home.

Sometimes you wish you could be at home all the time for Fumikage.

You wish that you could know him more, you just want him to live a good life.

It was four years ago, you decided to come home early, Fumikage and Ryuji were arguing about something stupid- you forgot what it was about.

You saw Ryuji pin Fumikage against the wall and then he started screaming at him, Fumikage was terrified.

You called the police while you tried to get Ryuji off of Fumikage, they ended up tasering him.

Fumikage slept in you bed for 2 months after that.

He said the nightmares would stop when he was with you.

You try your best to avoid that hallway now.

You eventually pull into your driveway, Fumikage goes inside first, you stay in the car for a moment.

You can’t protect Fumikage from everything, no matter how hard you try.

Walking into the house, you try to open Fumikages door to apologize to him, it’s locked.

So instead you go out to the balcony in your room, you’re able to see a lake peeking out from the trees.

And it’s quiet.

You like the quiet though.

Ryuji hated it so he always talked to fill up the space.

So now when it got quiet, you could faintly hear Ryuji talking about something that was never that important.

you hate the quiet now.

You can feel the tears falling down onto the dark wood below you, your curled into yourself on the lounge chair that’s outside

you haven’t really cried in awhile, never had the time.

you feel a weight sit next to you on the chair, you assume it’s Fumikage.

“F-Fumi, m’sorry baby- ma-“

“Fumi?” An energetic voices says playfully.

that’s not Fumikage…

You look up, only to see hawks…

“What’re you doing here…” you say hesitantly, confused on why the number three hero was here.

“I was on patrol..?”

“Why’re you here…?”

“I saw that my favorite nurse was upset!” He replies happily.

You nod and wipe your face.

“So, why’re you crying?” He cocks his head to the side with curiosity.

You sigh, “it’s nothing…”

“Clearly it isn’t.”

you rub your temples, “It’s just- everything’s been piling up.”

“Yea, I understand.” He rubs your back softly.

“M’sorry, you should go back to patrol-“

“No, the world doesn’t need me for a couple minutes, but you do.” He says with a carefree smile.

You sigh, trying to control you breathing so you don’t make even more of a fool out of yourself.

“You want a hug?” He opens his arms awkwardly, almost as if he’s never actually gave someone a genuine hug.

You open your arms as well, leaning into him and taking comfort in his warmth, he smells good too.

“Man, your wings are small…” he whispers softly.

“rude.” You scoff.

“N-not in a bad way! It’s uhm…cute!”

“Don’t say a woman is cute when she’s older than you.” You say while chuckling softly.

“What if I like older women?”

“I thought you were supposed to comfort me, not flirt.” You push yourself out of the warm hug.

“Sorry- second nature for me.” He stretches, his wing go with him, almost knocking over a plant.

“Your wings are too big…” you say in a retort to his earlier comment.

“I can make them smaller for you.”

“I bet mine are way softer.” You tease.

He laughs, “wanna bet?”

“No need too.”

You turn around, your back facing him, “go on and get a feel- might be your only time to.”

Hawks laughs and shakes his head, hesitantly he takes off his gloves and brushes his fingers through your wing span.

“You’re right, they’re soft..” he says softly.

“Told ya.”

“Mine are better though!” He says with a teasing tone.

You giggle softly, hawks has already made you forget a small bit about the days events.

“Y’know when I was younger, I thought if you touched a birds wings they’d get turned on.”

“Nah, not with mutant quirks usually” hawks says while putting back on his glove, “kids are always tugging on em so…I got used to it.”

“I used to let kids touch them if they were at the hospital for a while.” You stand up from the chair.

“Are you gonna touch mine?” Hawks says with a slight jitter in his movements.

You chuckle softly and pet his wings, “yknow, you’re much cooler on TV.”

You notice his wings puff up, “You watch me on TV?”

“Yea sometimes, very cool in my opinion.”

you can see his ears turn red, his wings twitch softly, and you hear a soft high pitched sound as well..? Almost similar to a bird chirping, weird.

“I’m glad you think that.”

Then it’s silent, you try to distract yourself with your thoughts but hawks continues to talk, reminds you of Ryuji.

“Was today your off day?” He asks curiously.

“Yea, ended up being a lot more stressful than they usual are.”

Maybe you could tell him the truth.

“I heard about the U.A. situation…is your son okay?”

“He’s fine, he had to fight apparently…I don’t want that for him.” you feel the tears coming back up.

“I understand that can be stressful for you.” He pats your back, his face still sporting a soft smile, it feels like he’s still in hero mode.

“Then in the car we fought- about his dad, about some of my…untasteful choices when he was younger.”

Your rambling, hawks probably doesn’t want to hear about this anyways.

“Untastful choices?” He chuckles.

“I used to date this guy when Fumikage was about 11, His name was Ryuji…he uhm.”

Hawks waits patiently for you to continue, he’s still smiling.

“He pinned him against the wall a-and he wouldn’t stop screaming.”

You can feel the tears going down your face.

“A-and i tried to get him off of Fumikage but he just threw me against the wall t-then he went back to him.”

Hawks isn’t smiling anymore.

“I-I had to call the cops and Fumikage just…wasn’t the same obviously, we wouldn’t sleep in his own bed, he became so quiet.”

Hawks is holding your forearms, his thumbs circle your skin in a smoothing manner.

why isn’t he smiling anymore?

“oh god- I’m a terrible mother.”

“Don’t say that.”

You fall into his chest and cry, what else could you do? you can’t change what Ryuji did to your son, your baby.

“Your amazing y/n, you…your a good mom I know you are.” He says quickly.

You don’t even know hawks real name, yet here you are crying to him about what you think is your own incompetence as a parent.

“I wish I knew how to make you feel better.” He says softly, he holds you.

“You should be on patrol..”

“My job is to help, and I want to help you.”

he holds you a little tighter, he smells good.

you can hear the soft static coming from his head gear, sounds like someone’s speaking.

You don’t want him to go yet.

“Mama?” You hear Fumikage call from your door way, luckily at this angle he can’t see you snug as a bug in a pros arms.

oh god- what are you doing??

You immediately jump out of hawks embrace, he looks incredibly confused by your sudden movements.

You look around quickly, Fumikage can’t see you like this, Not with some man!

You spot a weighted blanket, you got it for Fumikage when he was struggling to sleep without you- though he said it was too heavy and cold.

You immediately push hawks down into the chair and throw the blanket over him just in time for Fumikage to walk out into your balcony.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Fumikage says confused.

You sit down onto the lounge chair, mind you hawks is right under you being smothered by a blanket.

“J-just enjoying the view!”

The two of you just stare at each-other for a moment.

“So what did you need?”

Fumikage sighs and says something under his breath.

“Y’know I don’t have super hearing Fumikage.” You try to joke with him.

“I said that I was sorry..” he looks down at his feet, he looks ashamed.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you, your already stressed enough from work and-“

“Fumi..”

“And you’re always trying your best all the time and-and I’m so sorry I wasn’t appreciative of that!” He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, it breaks your heart.

“Fumi you don’t need to apologize…”

“But I do-“

“Shh, just come here okay?” You open up your arms.

Fumikage goes into your warm embrace, putting his weight onto you.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, we both made mistakes…I’ve made more than you though.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled-“

“I still love you Fumi…I love you so, so much- and I just want you to be safe, and happy, and I want you to be better than me.”

You ramble, Fumikage listens.

You and Fumikage never really understood eachother, sometimes it was like you were both ghosts haunting the same house.

But you tried so hard to understand eachother and the only thing you both understood is the love you had for the other.

Fumikage loved you so much, and Fumikage is the reason you’re still here in the world.

Fumikage sniffles, “mama..”

You rub his back, “what is it baby?”

“Why is this blanket so bulky…”

Ah yes, you totally forgot about hawks.

“I-I uhm, no reason…” you look away.

“Is someone under-“

“How about we go get something to eat?!” You quickly change the topic.

Fumikage stops his little investigation, and nods.

“Go on downstairs, I would like to change into some comfier clothes before we go out or eat!”

Fumikage smiles softly and pitter patters down stairs.

“Y’know, the blanket isn’t half bad” you hear hawks muffle out.

“Sorry…” you peel back the blanket to see a red faced hawks, most likely from the lack of air circulation under a thick weighted blanket.

“It’s fine, glad I got to hear you both make your amends” he shoots up a thumb.

“Well, have to go get some food..we haven’t had dinner yet.” You say sheepishly, tapping your fingers together.

“You wishing I could come, mama bird?” He teases.

“No, I’m telling you to leave and never come back, bird brain.” You say sarcastically.

Hawks chuckles, his laugh is nice.

Hawks is nice.

“You need to go back on patrol, I’ve kept you long enough…”

Hawks looks away for a moment, thinking.

“Can I keep the blanket?” He says almost too quickly.

“What?”

“...can I keep the blanket? You can say no!” He quickly adds the last part.

“No, no, Fumikage doesn’t use it so- go ahead!”

“I’ll see you soon?” He says hesitantly.

You smile, “Course..”

“I’ll see you then.” He takes off into the sky, weighted blanket in hand.

You quickly run down the stairs to meet up with Fumikage, only to find him waiting outside in the already cranked car.

You hop in, “where to?”

Fumikage continues to stare at the house.

“Fumi?” You say hesitantly

“Why did I just see the number three hero fly away from our house…”

Well shit, how are you supposed to explain this one to Fumikage.

.

.

.

On the other side of town, hawks is at his own perch patrolling whilst holding on tightly to the weighted blanket.

The only thing on his mind is that it smells like you.

And when his patrol finally ends he flies home, hawks never really had blankets on his bed, always too stuffy for his wings to be comfortable.

This blanket would probably be even more stuffy since it was heavy and thick but…

He still slept with it.

He would never tell anyone that he slept like a baby that night, and the night after that, and the night after that one.

Maybe his little interest in you is worse than he originally thought…

PART FOUR: MOTHER HEN: PART FOUR

TAG LIST:

@lost-in-horrorland

[mrstsugikunik]

There's More That Meets the Eye Intro.

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There’s More That Meets the Eye

KOKUSHIBO x FEM!READER

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Synopsis: In which a young girl tries to make her way through life in the treacherous times of the Sengoku Era. But as time goes on her life takes a drastic turn of events that she believed would’ve never stumbled upon her. How will she make her way throughout these obstacles? Who will become her friends and who will become her foes?

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Warnings!

Blood/Gore

Contains Strong Language

No Gender Equality

Some Sexual Content

Starring Cast

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Reader!

➥”Why keep me alive? How am I any special from anyone else you have devoured?”

Notes:

Her Momma was a courtesan and had fallen in love with a soldier who would later become the reader's father. 

Readers mother was allowed to go on ahead with the pregnancy because she was the money maker in the Brothel house. She was later killed when she wanted to leave the Brothel to be with her baby.

Her Father briefly had cared for her but was killed in a war

Reader was an orphan for some time (practically at birth) before a women by the name of Arakawa adopted her

Reader isn’t afraid to run her mouth despite the era she’s in

Kokushibo!

➥”Hold your tongue or I’ll yank your head clean off your body, girl.”

Warning: 

Kokushibo is really mean and rude at first

He’s very brutal and gives no mercy to ANYONE

Insults like crazy

He does eventually become ‘kinder’ to the reader

Rough as hell

Gives the craziest side eyes

Akaza!

➥”Your presence makes me want to gouge out my own eyes. Be gone, Kokushitbo!”

Notes:

He of course doesn’t eat women

He’s kinda mean and rude too

Shit talks about Kokushibo a lot (Hates him)

Shit talks about Douma (Also hates him…more than Kokushibo)

Douma!

➥”Ah, I see Upper Moon One has a taste for game that runs their mouths with no ending!”

Notes:

Eats women only (Beware!!!)

Annoying as hell

Kokushibo & Akaza hate his guts

Will smoke tobacco in story

Pure troll

Rude but phrases it in a way that is perceived as kind (Lots of back-hand compliments)

Muzan!

➥”Let this be my last time addressing you, Upper One. I won’t be so kind in our next meeting.”

Notes:

Mean.

I mean come on, its Muzan

He literally ate Tanjiro’s family

I think we all know that out of all the Upper Moons he favors Kokushibo the most so he can do more things that the other moons can’t do (Aside from Akaza and Douma)

He’ll only appear a couple of times 

Additional Cast:

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Arakawa-San

Mother/Father

Some Demon Slayers and Hashira

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Disclaimer!: Of course in this story the reader is a confirmed female as I feel most comfortable writing for. No physical descriptions of the character will be written as I want the reader to be able to create their own as they are reading. I will NOT tolerate racism, xenophobia, sexism, or any other topics that may affect myself as the writer or to anybody else. 

Author Speaks: Thank you for taking interest in my first ever published story! For around 3 years I have wanted to write a story on my many favorite characters from various fandoms, it just so happens that the first story will be Kokushibo! I’m currently in a long hyper fixation with this man so why not write a story based on him to help cope with it!

[dakusan]

hiii! 🪷 long time reader, first time asker! first off! i am absolutely obsessed with your writing and the way you build worlds. especially with vamp!skz— the world?? the lore???? on another level

second! i know that the Abnormal and Normal vampires are extremely quick and can travel some distance, but does that distance have a limit? not necessarily like teleportation, but more like short bursts of extreme speed? or is it prolonged? I’m also super curious as to if they have to like consciously control that speed in order to assimilate better or if they choose when/if to use it,,, and how the blood doll, s/o or soulmate effects this ability (if they do)

thank you and please never stop i’m losing my mind here

OH ANON. 🪷🩸You darling blood-soaked scholar of speed and sin. You ask the questions that make my fangs tingle and my lore glands activate. Let’s sink in.

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⚡️ V A M P I R I C S P E E D I N T H E V A M P ! S K Z

We’re talking not teleportation, but short-to-mid range ultra-speed, like blinking across a room or breaking the sound barrier down an alleyway. You are CORRECT—both Normal and Abnormal vamps can move fast, but there’s nuance, darling. SO MUCH NUANCE.

🧬 1. THE SPEED TIERS

🩸 Abnormal Vampires

Always born, never turned. They’re the result of a rare, unstable mutation in the vampiric gene—either a cursed bloodline or a biological anomaly.

Their speed is biological + magical + soul-reactive.

It’s not just physical—it warps light, sound, and sometimes perception.

They can move so fast they “blur”—you don’t see them leave, they were just suddenly never there.

They also accelerate mid-combat, which means?

He’s getting faster the more he’s focused on you. Run.

🧛 Normal Vampires

Can be born or turned. Born Normals have clean vampire genetics without mutation. Turned Normals were once human.

Still stupid fast. Like, Olympic sprinter meets panther in heat fast.

Limited to short bursts—fast travel over large distances exhausts them.

They can't phase-shift like Abnormals can—but they can catch a moving vehicle on foot, no problem.

🧠 2. IS IT CONSCIOUSLY CONTROLLED?

YES. Every vampire has to learn to dial it down or else humans would be screaming constantly.

Imagine trying to open a car door and ripping it off. Or trying to dodge a rude stranger and accidentally ending up on the next street over.

They are trained (especially the court-raised or military-trained ones) to regulate their burst threshold. Think of it like having access to multiple gears:

🥱 1st gear: blending in with humans, normal walking pace

🚶‍♂️ 2nd gear: fast walk, evasive, graceful

🏃‍♂️ 3rd gear: running, leaping, reflex reactions

💨 4th gear: predator mode—blink, vanish, blink again

🩸 5th gear: soul-reactive, mate-in-danger, blood’s singing, the world slows down but you don’t

💘 3. HOW DO BLOOD DOLLS / SOULMATES AFFECT IT?

Oh honey. This is where it gets GOOD.

🩸 Blood Dolls

Their blood acts like a tethering agent.

If a vamp has recently fed on their Doll, their body is more stable, so they can go faster without misstepping or fracturing something.

The closer the bond, the more synchronized their biology becomes.

💍 Soulmates

Feral boost.

A soulmate in danger = instant unlock of ALL gears + blood-rage mode.

Some Abnormals even experience a phenomenon called “Speed Feedback Overdrive,” where time distorts entirely because their heart is beating in sync with their mate’s panic.

“He ran across a city. Didn’t remember how. Only that you were crying.”

Some Abnormals are also known to vanish and reappear only where their soulmate is. Not teleportation—just hyper-fixated navigation + blood sense + obsession.

It’s not rational. It’s ritual. You move toward the one you’re bound to. No matter what.

🌙 BONUS: VAMP!SKZ REACTIONS

Bang Chan: Has perfect control over his speed. Moves silently. Vanishes mid-word when you trip. Reappears behind you: “I’ve got you. Of course I’ve got you.”

Minho: Has never used anything below third gear. No one’s ever seen him actually “move.” He’s just where he needs to be.

Changbin: Too fast, too strong, tries to slow down for you but still overshoots a hug by five feet.

Hyunjin: Blurs like a haunting. Dramatic with it. Will literally zoom past and leave flower petals spinning in the wind.

Jisung: Runs like a golden retriever on Red Bull, forgets momentum exists.

Felix: Gets flustered when you call him a blur. Will literally slow his whole gait to match yours hand-in-hand.

Seungmin: Precision fast. Calculated. Insulted someone? Gone. You didn’t even see it.

Jeongin: Awakening abnormal. Gets dizzy going too fast. You have to catch him sometimes.

🪷 TLDR

– Normals go ZOOM 🏃‍♂️💨 – Abnormals go ZOOM ZOOM 🧛‍♂️💥 – They gotta choose to slow down or they’ll accidentally speedrun life – Your blood? Makes them faster, stronger, more stable – Your soul? Unlocks rage-speed. – Your heartbeat? GPS system + turbo mode engaged – Bang Chan once sprinted across districts because your breath hitched in a dream. – So yeah. They fast. But you are their finish line.

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THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK. You fed my lore monster. She is full. She is grateful. She still wants dessert 💋

[lemony-and-zesty]

Your au has hit me with the hyper-fixation stick. If I became annoying, I’m sorry.

How does everyone react/feel about JD being a hitman and him being so different from the brother they knew

And how does JD feel about himself being so different

I am sorry for taking a while to get to this but man I am so devastated by this question - especially the last part. And I wanna do right by it so I’ve been thinkin about it really hard.

I’m putting it under the read more, not just cause it got long, but it also got kinda,,, sad haha.

I’m thinkin they all have that initial reaction of “You’re a WHAT” ofc but it’s what comes directly before and after that that i really wanna nail down right.

Honestly I don’t even know which brother to start with 😭,,

I guess Floyd.

He’s shocked, of course, when he sees JD for the first time. Why’s he covered in so many scars? What could’ve possibly happened to him?

Why does Floyd feel like he’s seen him like this before

The main thing is trying to speak with him beyond just hellos. JD always seems to find some excuse to run off when Floyd’s involved.

It’s almost like he has to treat his oldest brother like a scared animal that’ll flee if he moves too quickly.

Floyd doesn’t know how he feels about that.

Once he finds out about it, he’s horrified. Both of and for John Dory. They’ve all been through so much, but this feels like something else entirely. He can see how affected he is and he’s devastated.

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Next up is Clay.

He’d be the most,, angry,, about it all I think.

When he first sees John he’s quick to brush him off (like in canon) and that’s about the extent of it for a while. He honestly barely notices cause he’s too focused on his other brothers - especially Floyd.

It takes a long while for him to warm up to JD, and it doesn’t help that a lot of that bossiness JD had is still there. But he can tell he’s trying. Hell, they’re both trying. But Clay can’t help this feeling of unease that he gets around JD.

When he finds out,, god I can’t imagine anything but him getting furious and screaming at him. I feel like he’d storm off before even hearing JD out. He’d probably only be able to be calmed by one of his other brothers or Viva.

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Bruce is mostly shocked at how quiet his older brother is. JD was a lot of things, but quiet was never one of them.

Honestly, much like Clay, a lot of things fly over Bruce’s head cause JD tends to just,, fade into the background when they’re all together.

And, y’know, it’s not easy to talk it out when he deflects and runs away from anything that gets anywhere close to what he got up to the past 20 years.

Bruce doesn’t want to pry, but he’s worried. The man before him is so unlike his older brother and it makes him nervous.

Once he finds out he’s devastated for his brother. Especially once JD explains the situation with the boss. And though it sounds kind of awful, Bruce can’t help but feel happy when JD finally cracks and explains it all to them, cause that’s the most like himself he’s seemed in a long time.

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Branch is a bit of a tough one. Especially since she finds out well before the others,, what with JD being hired to target Poppy and all.

She’s furious when he first shows up, and even more so when she finds out who he is. Cause how could he do this? How could he leave her for twenty years only to come back and threaten to take away the one person she cared for most?

But, she needs him to help save Floyd, so she buries it and moves on. Still never letting herself be comfortable around him.

During the journey she finds herself noticing little things about John Dory. The way he carries himself, the way he tends to get lost in his thoughts. How he always seemed to be on guard.

She can’t help but feel a twinge of,, something.

He seems so much like she did back before she got her colors back.

She really doesn’t know how to feel about that.

When the truth comes out she’s horrified, but she can’t find it in her to blame JD too much. Not with how he describes the boss.

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Overall, they’re just,, worried about him.

As for the target of all their worries? How does he feel about it all? Honestly, it’s pretty simple.

John Dory hates himself.

He hates every single thing about himself.

He tore his family apart, and almost like that wasn’t enough he just had to tear everyone else’s families apart too.

That’s the worst part, he thinks.

Every target, every hit, every kill. They had families. And all because of John’s mistakes, those families are ripped to shreds.

He can’t even stand to look at his own reflection cause every part of him just serves to remind him of everything he’s done.

Sometimes, especially after fleeing his boss and saving Floyd, he considers running again.

He considers just,, leaving and going back to the Neverglades and just letting the beasts tear him to pieces. At least like that he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

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But yeah. That’s the gist of it :]

It’s a rough situation but I like to think they manage to navigate it.

Eventually,,

[bomikalover]

Did my yearly rewatch of Austin and Ally (all 4 seasons) and now I’m hyper fixated on it. So I decided to yap my head off on here so if you don’t care for anything A&A specific then just scroll and enjoy my other posts or edits of the stuff you do like 🫶🏾

Anywaysss, why I’m here.

AUSTIN AND ALLY’S PARENTS ARENT GOOD PARENTS!!

There i said it.

The only one I give slack is Ally’s mom as she mostly lives in Africa for work (I think?? I kinda black out the parents storyline since I’m here for any else but the parents) plus she wrote a book and when she was in Miami with Ally she spent all her time WITH HER DAUGHTER. She gave advice, presents, and even gave her an opportunity to sing at her event which was the event she overcame her greatest fear. She was polite and sweet to all the kids, put effort to talking to them, and getting to known them. We’ve seen her for maybe 2-3 episodes TOPS in the whole show but I never disliked her. Do I think she could have had a talk with her ex-husband and made him work at his own business?? Yes but they spilt for a reason and maybe she was just already mentally clocked out of anything dealing with him…cuz I know I am.

Her dad on the other hand I majorly dislike. He opened a business just to leave in the hands of his only daughter between ages 14-18 while she was already occupied with school and then her career as an artist. Plus she had friends and a young life that she wanted to live. Fortunately Ally was lucky her 3 friends stuck around all day in Sonic Boom helping out and hanging there instead of completely leaving Ally out since she was constantly busy with work.

He was also extremely cheap. Like being cheap with urself is fine but with ur daughter is a whole nother thing. Like when he gave her emergency funds for when she went to go on tour with Austin and she actually needed it as she was stranded in an unknown state. Just to find out that her dad only gave her $6 and an expired coupon. She once again was on her own and performed for her own well-being.

And he was also unsupportive of Ally sometimes. Like in the first episode when he said that she had one in a billion chance of making it into the music industry. (Austin’s dad said that as well, but we’ll get to him later) WHAT?! Is it so hard to be supportive of ur daughter. (He does support her in future episodes but for me it’s says a lot that the first impression we get of her father is that he’s unsupportive and only wants her to run the family store)

Speaking of no support and forcing their child to follow their footsteps…Mike and Mimi Moon.

They also came out the bat being unsupportive but seemed to care enough to not force Austin to work at the Mattress Kingdom. But they heavily offered the job every time something went slightly off course with Austin’s Career. (Him getting vocal nodes or when he chose loving Ally over his career that he’s been passionately working on for years)

Both of A&A’s parents were just letting their kids travel by themselves or go on tour by themselves. (It’s EXTREMELY common for parents to be MIA in kids tv but these rubbed me the wrong way) like we rarely saw Mr.Dawson at Ally’s performances Vice versa with Austin and his parents. It took Austin having to go the doctors or Ally moving away super far to accomplish her goals to get their attention.

I’m not surprised Auslly has such a strong unbreakable bond when they’re two only children with neglectful parents who are unsupportive of their dreams. They have no one to relate to and share the passion with beside each other. They both have best friends that have been in their lives YEARS before each other yet Auslly talk of each other as if that’s all they have is each other. (Side note: the way Auslly write their songs make me question how much stuff they truly went through together. Like “You can come to me” lyrics are so sweet and intimate but also so deep but it’s extremely evident that they are singing these lyrics to each other and only each other. Like they surpassed hurdles that Dez and Trish weren’t there to surpass with them. I wonder how much of Auslly we haven’t seen and will never see.)

Dez and Trish aren’t only children like Austin & Ally. Dez has a (older?) sister and Trish has a little brother. Both their families seemed extremely happy, loving, and outwardly supportive of them…I can’t say the same for Austin and Ally.

I could go on and on about this topic alone but I’ll spare your eyes from all the reading and stop yapping. But I’ll gladly talk about all my other thoughts about certain A&A things. Like the Auslly dynamic in a whole, why Austin’s passion for music is so strong, or even why Trish can’t keep a job.

But that’s a yapper-sation for another time.

[room217prayer]

Bit of rambling about Acotar

With Tamsand undertones? Yes, of course.

Disclaimer: I'm in delulu land, these are only theories/ideas that came to my mind, in no way I'm expecting anything to happen (unfortunately I don't believe SJM did think these books so deeply and through, etc) but it's F U N. This is what fandoms are for, and I may criticize or say "I hate these books" all day long, so why I'm still talking about them? Because I CAN, and they have a hold on me, I seem unable to break free. Maybe I don't want to really (because once I get the hyper fixation goodbye and once I'm hooked with some characters I stay for them) and this post may have been born because of people who love to rain on other's excitement and fun in theorizing or enjoying things? Yes, so thank you.

Rhysand's Mother and her deal

Because, let's be honest, what was her deal with all the dresses and the ring?

And I mean... Why make the dresses then? Why give the ring to the weaver after Rhys reached adulthood and not wait? Why do all these things so soon, when there was no reason - technically - to think that something may happen to her, and she would not be able to set everything in motion before her death?

I have to say, I'm just re-reading the books after years, and I'm still only on the first, so maybe my memory is all muddled up, BUT! Rhysand never gave a reason as to why his mother (who is nameless, we know so little about her, except some of her background, she was mated to his father etc) did all of these things even before there was some kind of input on why she couldn't wait. By the 'canon events' it would've taken centuries before Feyre got to Prythian and the discovery she was his 'mate'.

So why did she do everything so... soon? Almost as if she knew her time was running out? Almost as if... She had reasons to do so.

Are the dresses she made enchanted to fit any type of body? Why give that ring to the WEAVER, so that his future mate could prove THEMSELVES to be so? The same ring she gave him as a symbol that she would always support him in the time he was away. It doesn't make a lot of sense, in my opinion.

Leaving aside the retcons, the rewriting of the books, or the possible lack of awareness from the author, all of these choices don't make a lot of sense, in this premise.

Why does Rhysand need to prove that his mate is worthy? When her husband saw her, felt the bond, and boom, married the same day, since it's so rare to have/find their mate? Why make all these dresses for this possible mate, not knowing anything about them? Why not make them when there was already an idea of who it could be?

Was she a seer? Was she able to know things that would happen in the future? If so, could she have known her time was running out?

Or was all of this a plot, a ruse from her, or... Rhysand? To make everything Feyre had to do, her stay in the Night Court seems more... romantic?

Something isn't adding up, the math is not mathing and all that.

Yes, it could easily be a human/writer's error, but, as I said: we are in Delulu land, where we take what the narrative is giving us and theorize on it, because it's fun.

And you know what it's more fun, other than think that it was Rhysand all along? That his mother did all of that at that time because she wished Tamlin would be Rhysand's mate.

He is the youngest son of the High Lord of Spring, an enemy of her husband and her court, so he had to prove himself worthy by stealing the ring from the Weaver.

The dresses? It would have been a fun silly thing and Tamlin would've ROCKED THEM, change my mind, but spoilers: you can't, especially thanks to Copypastu's masterpiece, so there's that.

(And if we want to go deeper: Tamlin is a shape-shifter. That's all I'm gonna say, fill in the blank for yourself asdasdasd)

And why not have more fun with: His mother did all of that for Tamlin, but then EVERYTHING happened and so Rhysand used that to blind Feyre from his plans? Have a bit of doomed Tamsand with evil Rhysand.

Personally, I love it, but still... I think something is perplexing about the whole situation, especially about her death (and that of her daughter/Rhysand's sister) and especially... Why the Weaver.

Why give the ring to the Weaver as a challenge, what did she give her for this task, favor? Was there a bargain? Or was there something else entirely? MHM

(Honestly, I have the memory of a fish, so if in my re-read I will stop and stare at the camera like in the office lol, lmao even, but still... It is something I have to pause and think about as of now)

And yes, the real retelling of Hades and Persephone was Rhysand and Tamlin, with Demetra being the High Lord of Spring, change my mind, but again, spoilers: you can't. That could have been one of the reasons he decided to go after Rhysand (and hence the death of the mother and sister and man, don't I love the fact we don't know even their names or anything? /sarcasm)

[amomentsescape]

Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I'm honestly pretty bummed that Halloween season is officially over after tonight, but I hope you all had a great time! Thank you all for your requests and support on my writings this month. Stay spooky, everyone!

Freddy Krueger

Bar Hopping!

Are we surprised?

Freddy loves to have a good time, especially if it involves drinking and dancing with his hot partner

LOVES if your costume is a bit showy

Loves it even more if you both are matching

If he doesn't like the music that's playing, he changes it with the flick of a finger

If there's someone that's getting a little too close to you, he'll make them disappear for the night (and deals with them later)

And what's even better is that all of your food and drinks are free when Freddy is around

With the quirk of his brow, people are at his command, and no one will treat you any less differently either

Is constantly complimented on his costume because of how "real" it looks

But the moment your social battery runs out, he'll whisk you away into dreamland and cozy up next to you

But if you're ready to be out all night like he is, you can expect one killer hangover the next morning

Michael Myers

Horror Movie Binge!

Michael is clearly not one to go out

As much as he likes Halloween, a bunch of screaming kids or equally drunk adults isn't his forte

But he does like horror and gore

So just say the word, cook the popcorn, and grab a blanket because Michael won't refuse

He even lets you cuddle into him if you want since it's a "special" night

Will share some snacks with you

Probably won't use the blanket, but he's fine if you put it on him

Literally doesn't even blink during the scariest parts of the films

Just don't expect him to binge movies with you all night

Michael can get stir crazy easily

And since it's Halloween night, you can expect him to want to go kill even more

There are too many lives that need to be disposed of in his eyes

But he does secretly cherish that time with you beforehand

He promises to watch more films with you later if you're still awake

Just another reason to come home to you

Jason Voorhees

Walking Through the Woods!

Jason knows you still want to celebrate Halloween, even if it's not with a party or some public event

So what's better than a stroll through the woods?

You have to wait until it's dark, of course, and the moon is bright in the sky

He insists on taking his machete too, just incase

But he happily takes your hand and lets you lead wherever your heart wants

Loves to hear you ramble on about any current interests or hyper fixations

Especially loves when you bump into him or give his hand an extra squeeze

Will stop every once in a while to hold you close, trying to keep you warm from the cold night air

Also likes to watch you pick up random items you see on the ground or around the trees as you walk

Your constant curiosity for things makes Jason incredibly happy

If you guys manage to find a stump, he'll have you rest on it while he sits on the ground beside you

As you lean yourself against him, you share stories of what you did for Halloween as a child

Jason just listens in, content

Thomas Hewitt

Game Night!

It's actually his idea to find some spooky games to play for Halloween night!

It's up to you whether you play together or with his family

He kinda likes those traditional board games that change their theme just for Halloween

But he's also happy to try something new with you!

Will snack on random candies and chips you brought along for the night

Also likes to hear you talk about whatever comes to mind

He's honestly pretty good at the games and is able to beat you from time to time

Will play a scary movie in the background

You both don't really pay attention to it, but the sound is nice to have

If you lose, he always reaches over and squeezes your hand as an apology

But as long as you're having fun, that's all he cares about!

If you win, he claps happily and relishes in your laughs

You end the night playing a simple card game, giving you a chance to talk more and share what you love about Halloween

Bubba Sawyer

Carving Pumpkins!

Well, this only makes sense

Bubba and his family have all the perfect tools for carving pumpkins

And he finds the idea of jack-o'-lanterns keeping away spirits interesting

You have a bowl of candy and a couple drinks besides you both as you get to work

He definitely confuses the candy bowl with the pumpkin guts bowl a few different times

But he's honestly super quick with carving

It's all the practice with sharp instruments

He opted for more of a silly face while yours is a little more creepy

You decide to save the seeds later to bake for a snack as well!

Bubba turns on some fun Halloween cartoons while you both work

He even leans over to show you better ways to hold the knives and how to cut more evenly

Helps you light the candles to go inside the pumpkins once you're done carving

They both end up on the patio, lighting up the area with a fun glow

Brahms Heelshire

Reading Scary Stories!

His parents weren't big on such fantasy tales when he was younger, so he never got to read much fiction

But when you showed him some scary story books you still have from being a kid, he was intrigued

He doesn't really like reading, but he loves when you read to him

You both make a whole night out of it

You get some popcorn ready, turn out the lights, and even make a little fort in the living room out of chairs

You managed to find a flashlight to use when reading as well

He lays with his head in your lap, listening to you read the stories

You even managed to jump and grab him a couple of times, causing him to yelp

He actually ends up getting a little paranoid later into the night, making you read some lighthearted stories instead

Once he feels more relaxed, he ends up falling asleep to your reading

You smile as you get up to grab some blankets and pillows, deciding to sleep in the fort for the night

Norman Bates

Spooky Baking!

Norman has always been quite talented in the kitchen

You'd be happy only eating his cooking for the rest of your life if you had to

And since there wasn't much else to do in the middle of nowhere, you were happy to help Norman with his ideas

You start the night off with making some simple cookies

He made the dough and baked them while you got to decorate

You ended up creating little "spider" chocolate chips with a toothpick!

He then wanted your help making cupcakes

These took a bit longer, but neither of you minded

Norman had a record playing in the background, and it was easy to just converse back and forth with one another

While the cakes were in the oven, he took you by the hand and danced around the kitchen with you

Also plants plenty of kisses on your forehead throughout the night

You both took turns icing the cupcakes once they were cooled

Each treat ended up turning out a little different since you both wanted to create unique patterns and colors

And the best part of the night? Eating your creations together while watching an old Halloween film!

Billy Loomis

Halloween Party!

You thought it would be a horror movie binge, didn't you?

Well, lucky for you, Billy was down to try something different this year

Especially since the whole month comprised of watching every scary film known to man

He is obsessed with your costume, unable to keep his hands off of you

He isn't HUGE on parties to be honest, but if he gets to show you off looking like this, then he's happy to come along

He shares a few drinks with you once you're there

He doesn't like getting drunk, especially since he wants to keep an eye on you

But he enjoys holding onto the red solo cup with his arm around your waist

Occasionally whispers dirty things in your ears and plants warm kisses along your neck

He enjoys seeing how much he can push your buttons out in public like this

Will dance with you if you beg

But it's hard for him to say no to you either way

The night is cut short when he gets into a fist fight with a random guy for flirting with you

Don't worry; he plans on paying the man a visit later

Stu Macher

Trick or Treating!

You think you're too old for trick or treating? Think again

Stu finds you both costumes that make you unrecognizable

You don't think this is going to work out though since Stu is so freaking tall

But somehow, the adults don't question it too much

It's easier to not ask questions, it seems

He grabs your hand and drags you from house to house, laughing with you about random things

And once you both have your fair share of candy, he convinces you to play ding-dong-ditch with him

He may have stolen a pumpkin from someone's yard as well for being "cool-looking"

Asks to trade some of his candy for yours

Occasionally pulls you into people's backyards and makes out with you in the dark

And once most of the kids are back at home, he takes you to his place so you can binge on the candy

The night ends with a horror film too, of course!

Eric Draven

People Watching!

Although this may sound boring at first, anything with Eric somehow turns out to be fun

He sets up a little fort on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city, the view being in the dead center of everything

He makes sure you're bundled up in plenty of blankets

The candy bowl is full, and he even has some snacks and drinks to share

You both look over the edge and just watch all the people walk by

You take turns pointing out random people and try to come up with stories on who they are, what their costume is, where they're going, etc.

Always ends in shared smiles and laughs

He strums a couple of tunes on his guitar based on your request

Plenty of cuddles and cold kisses as well

You end up staying out a good majority of the night, only going back home when the streets become empty

Your safety will always be his number one priority

So although you didn't do anything super exciting for Halloween, Eric still made the night very enjoyable for you

And at least this way, he knew he could protect you