#I don’t know why the quality on this messed up so bad

[quintessential-candles]

I got bored and became Neil Josten in Acnh

[moonlight-prose]

“please don’t make me say it if you aren’t going to say it back” with a desperately in love with joel reader would hit so much…

weaved around your finger like yarn

a/n: me writing for joel again?? this has sat in my inbox for over a year and i never meant to actually take this long with it. but i finally figured out how to write this concept. and now i am actually obsessed with the small world of softness i created for these two. this is yes jackson joel, but nothing bad happens ever to him because why would it? it's all fine right?

summary: he never made space in his life for love in the aftermath of destruction. the after of his life he once thought would extend past decades of gray hair, smile lines carved in around his mouth now set in frowns and sneers. but snowfall and alcohol blur the lines for both of you when winter comes to jackson.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: joel miller x reader

warnings: not explicit, love confessions, heavy makeout sessions, alcohol consumption, tipsy joel, sad joel, laughter at the end of the world, hope.

He can't remember laughing until his stomach hurt. The ache that spilled into his chest, warming his insides with a sun like quality that left him shivering. He can't recall the feel of his cheeks pulled so wide the sensation became a phantom pain seconds after. He knows it happened. He can distinctly recall the jokes, the joy. But the laughter lingers like a ghost at the back of his mind—translucent and gray and distorted enough to feel false.

Alcohol simmers in his stomach with a rueful intent. A malignant aftermath that would hit him in a few hours after two months of attempted sobriety. Ellie insisted, he accepted. Easy enough to say. Difficult to follow through with.

He had his days where whiskey sounded better than the flavor of bacon Tommy would bring him in the early mornings. But the dismay in your eyes helped him hold off, regain his awareness of a world not yet shattered. For once in quite a long time...he finally lived. For you, for Ellie, for Sarah.

He lived to see his hair grow longer and the grays appear more frequently. To drink coffee in the mornings on a porch you were already settled on. To help you fix small things here and there in your cabin next door. He lived for your smile, the light in your eyes. The curve of your lips as they pulled up into bolstering peals of laughter—the furrow in your brow as you frowned from endless frustrations on long hard days.

Joel Miller lived to love you.

He existed to dig his heels in and wait shit out—it's what he was good at, what he knew how to do. But for you he relented quicker than ice on a hot asphalt driveway back home in Texas. His mind became sand that slipped through your giving hands—heart a fluttering mess that sang a tune he could never get right on the guitar stashed in his living room.

Days bloomed into weeks which grew into months. Eventually a year passed and what used to be difficult and awkward to be around people again, felt like breathing the fresh winter air. The jackets he managed to find hung on hooks by the door, a pair of heavy boots beside the small table Tommy crafted him.

The mornings were nice. When hot water hit ground coffee and the aroma plagued his kitchen for hours at a time. The evenings called you towards him—simple cooking skills shared in the confines of a home he pined for you to reside in.

Life was a sliver of peace he never imagined he'd get again. But the hole in his heart never faded, the pain still rang out sharp enough to have him clamping down on the inside of his cheek. And your smile made his stomach ache with a longing deep enough to scar.

Tommy told him to buck up and do something. Ellie called him a fucking idiot.

You...gave no indication you felt the same way. So silent and reserved he would remain.

Your feet slid on icy, fingers gripping tightly to his jacket with a yelp in a quick attempt to save yourself from slamming to the ground. Joel snickered loud and brash and a wash of embarrassment burned under frozen cheeks. Dragging you up, his arm looped tightly around your waist—hand pressed harsh and insistent to the small of your back. You swallowed the butterflies at the sight of his face flushed red—eyes shining from the effect of too much whiskey.

"We were bad tonight," you muttered, breath forming a cloud between your faces.

He grinned—skin buzzing at the close proximity of your form. "Only a little bit."

"You're not supposed to drink Joel."

Leaning in he traded his smile like a secret; you tucked it into your chest with a sharp breath. "I won't tell if you don't, darlin'."

"Joel..."

"C'mon. No one's gettin' in trouble here."

A blade pierced your heart brutally—spilling crimson along pale white snow. Even as Joel remained entirely unaware of how you clung to him. How your body called his name—your mind plagued with thoughts of his being, with images of his smile, with the sound of his raspy voice. He'd never know the way you cherished each moment with him. The mornings tucked away from an unruly world—the nights shared between friends who might one day be more.

Your teeth scraped along the cracked skin of your bottom lip, eyes cast up to the curl of his lips. The words sprang forth faster than you could drag them back. Your chest of secrets unlocked and bared to the man who drowned you in his small flecks of joy. Later you'd blame the alcohol. When the headache ravaged your head and an ache lingered between your thighs.

Later you'd comb over every small glance and breathy word.

"I like spending time with you Joel," you breathed, fingers toying with the front of his leather coat. "I like...um..."

The breath caught in his throat, gaze desperate to catch yours. "Yeah sugar?"

"It's a hard thing to say." Another cloud of your whiskey tinged breath filled the air.

"You can tell me anythin'. You know that right?" Even as hope flared bright and scorching through the width of his chest. "I'll listen."

Hesitation spilled into the night, your voice a soft whisper he barely caught. "Please don't make me say it if you aren't going to say it back."

Oh didn't you know?

Did you not see how his gaze dug beneath the layers of flesh and bone, of tendons and veins that clung to your form? Did you not understand he would take a bullet for you? That he'd bear the wound of a warrior's death to keep you alive? How could you not know that his love stuck to his tongue with a saccharine bitterness he swallowed down like the drugs he once took to numb his mind?

You healed pieces of his soul you never broke. A marred and fucked puzzle that was meant to find a home six feet underground. By his own hand no less. He was destined to die—born to suffer—yet you swathed him wool with the promise of a peaceful life.

A future etched by the hands of love.

"Say it," he pleaded, frozen hand cupping your cheek.

"It's more than just that." The breath you took shot adrenaline down his spine. "I like our mornings. I like our dinners and conversation. And even when you come into town with me. But I...I love..."

The glossy nature of your eyes created by unshed tears that pooled at your waterline dug the knife deep enough to meld it within his heart. You didn't know. You couldn't have. His silence, his hesitation, swallowed every emotion he might have told you—every secret uttered in the shadows of night that told only half his story.

He told you about Sarah. About their life together, about her smile. That in itself felt like a proclamation of love—a key to the heart he thought stopped beating long ago.

"I knew it would freak you out," you muttered, pulling away from his hold.

Only for him to panic. His hand gripped the back of your jacket, pushing you towards him hard enough for your feet to slip again. But your gasp was swallowed by the cold press of his mouth to yours. Lips chapped by the winter air slid against your parted mouth as you froze against his chest. Your hands hung listlessly at your sides. He kissed you tenderly, attempting to wake you from the spell of shock, but to no avail did it bring you back.

"'M sorry." His words were muffled against your chin, forehead pressed to yours and eyes squeezed shut. "I shouldn't have–"

The press of your fingers into his cheeks jolted him back—eyes wide as you dragged him back with a stifled moan. Your mouth found his tongue hot and wet along his bottom lip in a pleading motion he complied to instantly. Stepping forward he fell into you with a deep groan. One that echoed and vibrated right down to your stomach—one you savored with a lick along his back teeth.

Hands cupped your ass with an insistent need to mold you closer, fingers digging into the plush flesh he longed to bite and taste. You tasted like whiskey. You smelled like him. It made him dizzy with want, anxious to lead you back to his porch—to seat you on his kitchen counter in the mornings while the coffee went cold.

"Fuck I wanna take ya home sugar," he grunted, biting at your lower lip with a grin.

Your breathless reply made the hair stand on the back of his neck. "You can."

"No." He shook his head, stealing another kiss with a gritty moan. "Not tonight. 'M gonna do this proper."

"Proper," you smiled, tugging on the longer curls you refused to let him cut. "You're such an old man Miller."

The large breadth of his hand cupped your chin, pushing the cheeks he lightly bit into together. "Won't be sayin' that tomorrow when I ain't got all this fuckin' alcohol in me."

"Yeah?" The droop of your eyelids—the darkened iris now filled with lust—set his teeth on edge. His body hummed with a new buzz he craved since meeting you. "Prove it."

"Oh I will." He grinned sharply, licking his teeth like a wolf waiting to pounce. "Don't you worry 'bout that."

A glimmer in your eyes caught his attention, the grip on your face loosening. "You know I love you right darlin'?"

You smiled—big and bright—and Joel felt another piece of his soul set back into place. "I love you too Joel."

[hxney-lemcn]

Mine, Only Mine — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader

summery: how jealous do some of the Homicipher boys get?

tw: unhealthy relationships (Mr. Hugeface & Scarletella)

wc: 1.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling

❥I know people have written about how he gets jealous…but I don’t really think he does? Or at least not terribly. The scene with Mr. Chopped and the cat ears show that Mr. Crawling won’t pout or get sad at you showing affection to others, just that he wants to gain the same attention (the ear scene…). So jealousy with Mr. Crawling isn’t too bad, just be prepared to shower him with more affection than the person you originally did. 

❥On the other hand, I do think his jealousy may increase if you ignore him. Say you give more attention to Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling would get a bit sad and pouty, thinking you don’t like him anymore. If this happens, give him lots and lots of attention and reassurance, he’ll be super grateful. I mean he loves your affection anyways, so might as well give him some extra headpats and kisses. Even better if you only show certain signs of affection with him, it makes him feel special. 

❥Overall, not the most jealous, but not completely unaffected either. Make sure he gets his daily dose of attention/quality time and he’ll be as right as rain.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap

❥Uh, he gets more jealous than you’d think. Like…his whole thing is he wants to be special to you…in his own strange way. Doesn’t like the thought of someone taking his place as a jokester to you. Also why he brings you things he’d think you like from time to time, just to make sure you still have that special place in your heart for him <3

❥Hates hate hates when you call him bad or not good. He’s good! He swears! Remember how he’s helped you before! Gets all frowny when you call him not good and then call someone else good. He’s good too! Guess he has to prove it, AGAIN. It’s honestly kind of endearing how he has no clue how he actually kind of does like you? But not exactly in a romantic way? It’s honestly hard to label his feelings towards you, so why should I?

❥I’d say he’s the second most jealous in this list of characters, watching on angrily as you praise someone that isn’t him. Be prepared for magazines and books galore when he’s in this mood, trying to prove his worth to you. Kind of strange for someone to try so hard when they claim to not like you…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair

❥Definitely the chillest one here. Doesn’t really get jealous at all :/ If anything, he finds it entertaining when you’re affectionate with others. Gives him more insight to his lab rats. Yes, he sees everyone as a lab rat. Idk, I can’t really see him get jealous.

❥Maybe…MAYBE if someone else tries doing research on you, or if Ms. Nurse treats you instead he’ll feel a bit off. Like…you’re his test subject, he knows you from the inside out…literally and not in the fun sense. Why would you go to someone who doesn’t know as much about you and how this world affects you? It’s very hard to spot his jealousy, doesn’t even notice it/recognize it himself. He just doesn’t want anyone to mess up his data…that’s all…totally.

❥In conclusion, not really jealous. Doesn’t feel like he needs to be. You’re ‘friends’, doctor and patient, mad scientist and lab rat not many others threaten that balance between you. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped

❥Honestly…Mr. Chopped I’m kinda mixed on how he’d be. Like on one hand, I could totally see him getting jealous if you call others cute or pay too much attention to them. On the other…he could probably care less. He loves himself, you love him, why does he need to get jealous? It’s clear how much you like him with the way you pamper him. I mean we get so many examples where you’re affectionate to Mr. Crawling in front of Mr. Chopped and he doesn’t really bat an eye. 

❥Now, I can see if he gets a bit insecure he might get more jealous. Whether it be because Mr. Crawling pats your head or tucks you into bed, Mr. Chopped feels a bit sad. He’d like to tuck you in, you look so comfy. Might be just a bit pouty, eyeing you like a dissatisfied cat. Easily rectified with head pats or even cuddles. Gets side tracked from his jealousy as soon as you give him a sliver of attention honestly.

❥Mr. Chopped is fifty fifty when it comes to jealousy, but it’s never too bad. He’s pretty comfortable with what you both have and doesn’t really feel threatened by others. After all, you did call him cute.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface

❥I wouldn’t say he gets jealous? More possessive than anything. Like that scene when Mr. Machete stumbles into his little makeshift dollhouse that he made for you and gets all angry that he’s there. It’s more of a ‘you’re not supposed to be here, this is our playtime’ more than actual jealousy. Throws a little fit whenever someone messes up your playtime. Very accusatory lmao.

❥Does not like when you try to escape. Was he not providing enough for you? Were you unhappy? You’re not allowed to leave! You’re his cute human! He can’t just find another one y’know. Mr. Hugeface may be lenient if he sees you happier, you need enrichment after all. Feels extra happy if you come back on your own violation. 

❥The most childish out of all the characters on this list. Isn’t afraid to throw tantrums, will also punish you by putting you in a solid concrete cube if he’s really upset. Yeah…not the most healthy of relationships to have…BUT! I do think you could convince him to be a bit better…? Maybe? Only if you put enough work in communicating with him though. Maybe punish him in your own way like leaving for longer if he threatens to trap you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella

❥Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Top of the list when it comes to jealousy. Watches your every move with curiosity and spite. Why are you doing that to Mr. Crawling? Do it to him instead. Why do you look so happy braiding Mr. Chopped’s hair? Style his hair instead. Why are you looking so fondly amused at Mr. Gap? Don’t you find him amusing? You do like him, right? He likes you. He likes you a lot, and he thought he was enough…was he not?

❥Will stare through your skull. It is so intimidating. His smile? Strained, it makes your skin crawl. You have to make sure he doesn’t hurt your friends, he’s so close to snapping, but he knows that would upset you and that’s not his goal. So instead he stands ominously in the background, body staticing in and out while his hand clenches the handle of his umbrella. 

❥Not that easily mended. Likes to monopolize all your time and affection. Needs constant reassurance as well, he’s quite needy. If you like constant validation and no social life go for it, just don’t get too upset if he threatens your other monster friends…he can’t stand that you could like someone that wasn’t him.

[celeryb1tch]

innocent!reader x experienced!pervert!abby is rotting my brain tonight!!!

18+!! this is lesbian smut!

you sit at a table in the mess hall, abby’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and her friends all enjoying their dinner. casual conversation is thrown around the table, until manny’s new fling is brought up.

“-and i mean, SOAKED the sheets. i couldn’t believe my eyes,” he recounts proudly.

everyone is laughing along or rolling their eyes, but abby notices your hesitance. she leans down toward you with a concerned look. “something wrong?”

you shake your head lightly, looking up at her. “jus’ don’t get it,” you reply.

abby feels her stomach twist. she had known there wasn’t great sex ed on the WLF base, but she and her friends had grown up around doctors like her dad and she realizes she hadn’t know the full extent of just how ignorant you were. and admittedly, it made her excited.

“she squirted when she came,” she tries to explain gently. but you still look utterly confused, even as she goes on.

“…come? and she didn’t pee?” you seem so utterly lost. abby wonders if it makes her a bad person to expose you to these ideas, but you’re both already adults. still, that knot is twisting inside her deriving a sick pleasure from all of this. you had always looked up to abby, and she wondered how wrong it would be to corrupt that relationship with talk of sex- or even a demonstration?

that night, you’re laying in bed thinking about what abby said earlier. with all the training and violence you’d grown up around, you hardly had time to pay attention to the ache between your legs, or how it would usually occur when abby was around. but as you recount that conversation in your mind, it appears once more. you think of her arm wrapping around you, pressing you into her hard front. how she was still warm and sweaty from the gym, and how her flyaways stuck to the sides of her forehead because of that. something inside of you is saying you should be embarrassed, and you don’t know exactly why- but a louder, much louder, part is telling you to confide in your best friend. she would never judge you, right?

you shuffle down a few hallways in your fluffy socks until you reach one of the bigger accommodations: abby’s room. and with a bit of hesitance in your knock, you step back as the door opens immediately.

abby is clearly groggy, and must have also been getting ready for bed. she’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts and the usual black sports bra she has on during patrols and workouts. her hair is tied in her signature braid, with more wispy pieces that have come out throughout the day. “hey, you. everything okay?”

you nod and push past abby inside as was usual. she joins you on her bed, your bare thighs touching as you both sit. her eyes are on you and you can feel it again- that heat. you pull away slightly, squeezing your legs together as it’s the only thing you know eases the feeling.

abby pretends not to notice, just like she does any other time you blatantly stare at her muscles or blush when she touches your waist. she doesn’t want to scare you off, especially when she thinks she can tell what you’re going to ask about.

“you remember earlier at dinner?” you say, biting your lip slightly as unease turns in your tummy. and abby just nods, still looking right at you. “how manny said he made a girl, uh…”

“squirt?” abby offers. she says it so nonchalantly, like it’s nothing. like she’s never in a million years thought about fucking you until you do. like she wasn’t hoping this would happen every second after dinner.

“yeah, well, i realized there’s probably a lot of sex stuff i don’t know, and since you… y’know…”

poor baby, she thinks. how will she ever work up the courage. and abby thinks of all the times she’s teased you about all the women she’s fucked. called you jealous that you had to split quality time with her one night stands. seen you pout about her missing games night because someone asked her on a date in front of you. surely you were going to ask for her expertise- for her to help you out, to show you?

“since your dad was a doctor.”

oh. that was it? you wanted a little anatomy lesson. then what was all the embarrassment for? were you that ashamed of asking for a little bit of guidance?

abby gives you a soft smile and an assurance that she can help. and your body floods with relief. this is normal. you can tell her what you’re feeling and she won’t act weird. she can help you.

you stand up and strip off your pyjama bottoms and big shirt you had likely stolen from abby so long ago you don’t remember whose it was in the first place. and she just watches, small smile still on her face as she looks you over.

“okay, so right here? boobs, obviously.” she points to your chest, and you roll your eyes.

“i know that, stupid. show me the more advanced stuff.”

“you’ll have to take your underwear off then.” so you do.

abby instinctively reaches for it, stroking her fingers between your puffy, wet lips. her eyes are shining with admiration and her cheeks are hot.

you pull away slightly at the bolt of pleasure that spikes through you at her touch. “is it… supposed to look like this? i think there’s something wrong.”

she shakes her head fervently, eyes never leaving your pussy. “you’re just wet, that’s all. did something turn you on?” and at your confusion at the term- “get you excited? when girls see something attractive, they get wet.”

oh no. you can feel dread flooding your senses as you try to scramble for an explanation. that it just happens sometimes. that’s normal, right?

after a pause, and a look at your face, abby knows exactly what happened. “oh. you got wet from me, huh?”

you want to run away and disappear. you swallow a sob, but strangely, you feel that pulsing sensation again. all of this attention from abby isn’t working in your favour.

but she isn’t grimacing in disgust, or even asking you to leave. in fact, abby has a shit-eating grin on her face as she watches you cower in front of her.

“you’re not… mad?” you ask sheepishly.

abby reaches out to you, pulling you onto her lap. “no, baby, of course not. it’s cute.”

relief washes over you, but before you can really relax you feel abby’s hand once again on your folds.

“so wet for me, baby. how long has this been happening?”

a finger skims against a particularly sensitive spot, and you choke on your words, succumbing to the blissful feeling. “s-so long, abs. like forever.”

“poor girl. so pent up, so needy. and too embarrassed to tell me.”

“yeah…” you whine. you’re clinging to abby like a lifeline, overwhelmed by the building tension. it’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. so intense, so all-consuming.

abby’s fingers are expertly caressing your pussy, steadily adding more pressure so as not to overstimulate you. “this is the clit,” she murmurs, and you feel that electric spark again as she glides over one specific spot at the top.

“it’s too much,” you cry out, wriggling under her grasp.

“that means you’re cumming soon,” she explains with a chuckle. “feels so good, trust me. just ride it out.”

and you trust abby with every ounce of your being, so you try to relax your muscles as much as possible while you feel that climbing feeling come to a boil. and she was so right. you’re huffing tiny sobs into her chest as you come down, her strokes easing as you’re finally able to catch your breath again.

abby cradles you into her, clean hand running through your hair. you can feel the puddle between your thighs dripping down her own and onto the sheets, and you’re so exhausted.

“that was so hot, baby. did such a good job for me.”

“abs, that was… wow.”

she’s smiling down at you, admiring your sweat- wicked face. “bet you wish you’d asked me sooner, huh?”

[gi4hao]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ˎˊ- comforting their s/o that’s scared of talking too much

ot13 x gn!reader — no warnings i think

veeeery self-indulgent post i’m ngl :) if you relate to the prompt then hopefully this will provide you with some comfort! <3

— seungcheol

he will insist on knowing who put such nonsense in your mind, because how dare they make you feel self-conscious about one of the things he loves the most about you? he absolutely adores that you passionately ramble about the most random things; it always lifts his mood even after a long and exhausting day. and that’s what he’s here to remind you: that you should never be ashamed of talking if it’s something that makes you happy.

— jeonghan

any kind of negative thoughts on your part becomes his #1 priority so he takes time to discuss it with you and give you enough reassurance. he reminds you that talking a lot is not a bad thing at all, and that you’re also an amazing listener, which he’s very grateful for. “people are just jealous because you’re interesting enough not to run out of conversation!” he tells you, wiping your tears away. it truly breaks his heart to see you so self-conscious so he’ll definitely be extra careful regarding this topic in the future <3

— joshua

no matter where that insecurity comes from, he comforts you with immense patience and lots of cuddles, reminding you of how much your words matter. on a more personal note, he absolutely adores the sound of your voice, it’s one of his favorite things about you. “i’d fall asleep to your voice every night if i could,” he tells you, looking into your teary eyes with a smile, and you just know he’s being 100% honest, “and you should never ever feel bad about wanting to share things with the people you love.”

— jun

it really pains him to hear that’s how you feel because he can only imagine how long you’ve been thinking about it before even telling him. but jun is here to tell you that you always make people feel comfortable, which is something he finds absolutely wonderful about you. he knows it can be hard to overthink about your social skills so he will always make sure to encourage you to speak your mind (whether it’s through a gentle squeeze of the hand or a smile from across the room). and he also showers you with kisses because he knows it’s one of the best remedies for overthinking :]

— hoshi

what? you? talking too much? oh he’s not gonna let that slide. he proceeds to go off on a tangent about your countless qualities (some that aren’t even related to the topic, he just gets carried away), because he will not let you struggle alone with your insecurities, that’s for sure. as often, he wishes he could lend you his eyes to make you understand how perfect you are to him. “and so what if you talk a lot? i do too! it’s who i am, it’s who you are and that’s why we’re a match made in heaven.”

— wonwoo

it feels weird for him to hear that you’re self-conscious about something he really admires you for. according to him, it’s the ease with which you talk that made your first dates not feel awkward. he loves how good you are with words of affirmation, and he also insists on how it inspires him to be more vocal about his own thoughts and feelings. “i don’t think you realize how entertaining you are. but i sure realize how lucky i am to have you,” he tells you in a more lighthearted tone, pressing a kiss against your temple.

— woozi

he insists on the fact that he’s one of the people that spends the most time with you, so you can truly believe him when he tells you that it’s not true. “that’s just because you love me,” you tell him, comfortably snuggled up against his side. “it is,” he replies, “but that goes for everyone around you; the people who love you will accept you for who you are. and if they don’t… screw them”. because woozi may be an absolute sweetheart but he has very low tolerance for the people who mess with his partner’s head.

— dokyeom

first and foremost, he offers to hug the sadness away, which kind of works because he’s a professional when it comes to comfort hugs. he knows it’s normal to have insecurities but he hates seeing you so self-conscious, so he’ll definitely try his best to cheer you up. also, words cannot describe how much he loves talking with you, so he’d really hate it if these bad thoughts ended up changing your personality. most of the time he’s the bubbly one, but he also likes to be fueled by his very own sunshine from time to time.

— mingyu

as a professional yapper, he understands where that insecurity might be coming from, which means he knows exactly how to comfort you. he’s here to remind you of all the times you’ve been a great listener to either him or your friends, and the great pieces of advice that followed. mingyu thinks your inputs are always important, no matter the conversation, and he’s so freaking happy to be sharing his life with someone that can keep up with his own pace! as long as he’s here, you know you’ll always have someone to listen to your every word.

— minghao

he’s scared he might have accidentally made you feel that way while teasing you (lovingly ofc), so he apologizes profusely until you tell him that he has nothing to do with it. “you enjoy sharing your perspective on things and that’s beautiful,” he reassures you, “and you know me, i’d tell you if you were too overbearing… but you’re not. so don’t worry your pretty head, ok?”. and it’s moments like these that truly make you feel grateful for minghao’s wise and comforting words, always carefully chosen to make your worries disappear in a second.

— seungkwan

kind of like cheol, he wants names. because - and he’s saying that with all due respect - they should know they’re just stupid people spreading stupid lies. seungkwan knows you by heart, he knows you’re a selfless person that’s always here to help their loved ones, and he thinks you’re not giving yourself enough credit for that! “you’re absolutely perfect in every way, and i thi- stop. i can see you’re about to argue but i’m not letting you win this one. no way.”

— vernon

he has a really sensitive approach to this issue, knowing how hard it is when you get in your own head. hugs and cuddles are definitely a part of him comforting you, but he also makes you promise something (and you can see from the look in his eyes that he’s very serious). “if you ever start overthinking after any kind of social interaction, private or public, with or without me, please come and talk to me. i’ll try my best to help you get rid of these thoughts, alright?”. because at the end of the day, he wants to be someone you can be fully transparent with, just like he is with you.

— dino

according to him, you shouldn’t even be thinking about how much you talk in a day. instead, he worries that you might be surrounding yourself with people that simply do not appreciate this aspect of your personality. “if you have something to say, go ahead! being yourself should make you happy, and life’s already too complicated to worry about speaking too many words!” he tells you, and you can tell he genuinely wants you to let go of these hurtful thoughts. but he also knows how hard it is, and luckily chan is great at making long-term efforts (especially for your wellbeing), so expect lots and lots of carefulness and support on a daily basis.

rbs and feedback are always appreciated <3

[bubbless-s]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ A brushstroke of love ᝰ.ᐟ

Request: “I don’t know if you still take Harry Potter requests but can you do slytherin boys (and pansy) walking on you doing your pre shower makeup?”

Masterlist

- ʚɞ genre: fluffly, light entertainment

- ʚɞ warnings: none

Tom Riddle

✧ Gets annoyed.

✧ “Why are you wasting your make up?”

✧ Still doesn’t get why you waste time and energy doing this.

✧ You jumpscared him once because you had done a minion full face make up.

✧ it just happened that you were walking after him and he suddenly turned.

✧ Starts hating the pre shower makeup even more.

✧ Would rather die then tell anyone that he got jumpscared by your face in yellow.

Mattheo Riddle

✧ “Love what the fuck.”

✧ Will NEVER let you do it on him.

✧ You will give him kisses? No—wait kisses?

✧ Well since you will give him compensation he will sit trough it.

✧ “I look like what you would get when you search ghetto make up on google.”

✧ Likes it more if you put lipstick on and kiss his whole face.

✧ He is like a energetic 9yo who ate tons of chocolate. So in conclusion he can’t stay still for too long.

Theodore Nott

✧ Thinks its funny since he has done it too.

✧ Buys you those shitty kid make up products so you don’t waste your expensive makeup.

✧ Secretly takes pictures of you and threatens to post it.

✧ But he never will.

✧ Let’s you do his brows because he finds it hilarious how he looks with big brows drawn with a eyeliner from a kid makeup set.

✧ Takes 0,5 pictures of you and himself after the masterpiece makeup is done.

✧ Laughs everytime the dollar store lipstick snaps in half from bad quality and his pressure from applying it.

Draco Malfoy

✧ “Is this what birthday makeup is or..?”

✧ Straight up holding back tears when you force him to try it.

✧ “This is muggle activity I—“ “So is bleaching your hair Malfoy.”

✧ You made his skin match his hair. ‘Accidentally’ with water proof 24h lasting brush.

✧ He almost cried.

✧ Didn’t go to classes that day and didn’t step out of his room.

✧ Also he ‘accidentally’ smudged the makeup in your shirt. Accident happen!

Enzo Berkshire

✧ Traumatised.

✧ “Why do you look like a smurf :(.”

✧ Doesn’t want to do it. But he is supportive. Kinda.

✧ Will get you tons of micellar water so the cleaning process is easier.

✧ If you mess up your mascara and get it all over the tube he won’t also mind cleaning it.

✧ What he will mind is if you try to do it on him.

✧ “My skincare is expensive girl..💅”

Blaise Zabini

✧ Stands in the doorway with a ‘:|’ face.

✧ “Um what are you doing this late at night cupcake?”

✧ Another type to take pictures of you.

✧ Agrees when you offer to do his next.

✧ Suddenly became a professional makeup artist??

✧ And comments and how you blend things and stuff😭

✧ “Im rocking this.”

Pansy Parkinson

✧ “I thought we were doing this together?”

✧ Immediately sits next to you and DEMANDS that you do her makeup too.

✧ In the end you both have matching makeup. You’re painted in pink she is in blue. (Stitch and his gf)

✧ “I look so cute. But you’re the cutest.”

✧ Kisses your face anyway. Who cares if you have kilos of make up on your faces?

✧ “Babe do I have makeup smudges on my arse?” “Don’t worry the only thing I see is fifty pounds of ass😋”

✧ The removing process is another type of pain.

[suugarbabe]

I would love habit, crush and love for Mattheo 😂😂😂 I know I’m greedy but this man just does something to me 🥵🥵

On the real, we’re all greedy for Mattheo. It’s a tad long so I cut it

Habit

Mattheo has a horribly bad habit of staring

His staring has two modes: completely dead and hyperfixating

When he finds something boring, he’s completely dead inside.

Low vacant eyes that seem like his mind is in another dimension

Draco or Theo snapping their fingers in front of him to bring him back to reality

But when it’s you it’s anything but dead eyes; he’s hyperfixated.

That’s how you figured out he was interested in you; you had caught him staring

About 45x in one day

Since you started actually dating all he does is stare at you

At your eyes and the light that sparkle when you’re talking about something you love

At your lips when they're freshly glossed and how he just wants to mess it up

At your ass and how dangerously short your skirt looks in DADA today

At your tits as their bouncing in front of his face while you ride him

Crush

Mattheo is a teasing crusher; almost like he’s in primary school again

He tugs on your ponytail/bun/hair and just smiles innocently when you turn around and glare at him

He bumps into you in the hall, giving himself the opportunity to catch you as well before flashing a dimpled grin and giving you a “sorry Princess”

He tosses chips and pieces of rolls down the table or across the great hall at you and when you whip your eyes towards him he’s turning his head and whistling like he’s innocent as can be

And he’s like this because he doesn’t know how to show true affection that isn’t just purely lust (let’s remember his examples growing up)

So when he grabs your hand at a house party and asks you to dance you wear a confused expression

You tell him you figured he didn’t like you with how he teased you

Which leaves him a flustered mess and forces him to explain that he really desperately has a crush on you

And if you’d let him make up the last few weeks he promises you won’t regret it

Love

Mattheo Riddle is incredibly insecure when it comes to love

He’s had such shit examples in his life that he doesn’t even realize that he is in love until Blaise and Luna are listening to him ramble on about you

And our sweet Luna just turns to Blaise with a “Isn’t it just an adventure seeing your friends fall in love?”

Then it hits him like a ton on bricks

Love? Thats why he thinks of you first whenever he wants to tell someone good news?

That’s why when he’s pissed off and you wrap your arms around his middle it’s like all his worries melt away?

But he’s never really experienced love, so how does he know you love him back?

He’d need constant reassurance in the beginning because he truly just can’t believe someone would really and honestly love him

But you don’t mind telling him daily, or singing his praises because you don’t think he’s heard about all his good qualities enough in his life

And you’d tell him again and again as much as he’d want because the way he looks at you (like you hung the fucking moon), Merlin you hope you see that every day

[fungusgnat444]

Random König headcanons

SFW and NSFW also (don’t worry if you just want SFW everything is labeled), mentions of anxiety/poor self worth, autistic coded König, nerd könig, angst if you squint, mentions of size difference, mentions of a gun kink(nothing too fucked up I promise), könig wears a buttplug lol, Slight breeding kink, mentions of creampie, assumed unprotected sex (wrap it up tho fr), König being a lil freak in general honestly, kinda sub König in some parts but also some dom, afab femme reader, descriptions of anatomy(mostly him but a little about reader too),reader works with könig, I think that’s it

Real name: Jacob Schröder

Age:26 (born September 30th because I said so)

home town: Badgastein (it’s so pretty and snowy☺️)

appearance: 6”10, deep auburn curly hair, very pale with freckles, large, aquailine nose, super thick eyelashes and eyebrows, blue/green eyes (like mostly blue but with a little green)

SFW

Although he love physical touch his favourite love language is quality time and I can not be convinced otherwise. At first you thought it was a little creepy how he would just silently sit with you basically doing nothing but he genuinely likes just spending time with you. Sees you alone in the mess hall? Even if he’s already eaten he’ll just sit and watch you eat in silence. Reading a book? He’ll sit you in his lap and read over your shoulder (secretly thinks most of the books you read are garbage but he doesn’t really care). He honestly just likes that you’re there, you don’t even have to do anything lol. Likes physical affection too but in a more subtle way usually. Sometimes cuddling and making out or whatever overwhelms him and makes him feel claustrophobic. Most of the time he just likes holding your hand or having his hand resting on your thigh or playing with your hair while you have your head in his lap. Loves it when you play with his hair too, usually puts him to sleep.

speaking of which this man can and will sleep anywhere. On days he’s not working he’ll probably have to have at least one nap or he’ll get all grumpy. As much as you feel bad for him when he’s tired you have to admit he always looks so cute. All puffy eyed and pouty. Often forces you to nap with him even if you tell him you’re not tired. If you just wait for him to fall asleep and try to leave he’s immediately awake and holding you so tight you almost feel like you’ll pass out. He could sleep through an air raid but if you try to leave he’s on high alert. Also I fear because he’s broken his nose so many times, this man’s snoring will make your house shake.

I can’t explain why but I feel like he’s a massive nerd. Like has a protective glass case filled with warhammer 40k figurines, probably spent his entire live savings on a pc, camps out at stores when a new game is getting released, rants at you about the Halo lore type of nerd. also he’s definitely forced you to watch Star Trek and hates that the next generation is your favourites. Is definitely a dungeon master So if you show even the slightest interest in dnd our boy is stuttering, blushing, trying to get you to join his dnd group. Bitte schatz, I came up with a whole new campaign just for you🥺 you’ll like it I swear.

Although it might be a little toxic I definitely think he can be overly protective/possessive of you. Honestly you kind of like it but you know he only acts this way because he’s insecure. Making you sit in his lap when he has friends over so they know not to look at you to much, making you wear his jacket if you get too much attention in public and glaring at any man who walks past. You always know he’s feeling jealous when his pupils are like pin pricks and he’s breathing like a bull with his fists clenched. He’s gotten into fights a few times so you usually have to calm him down. He’s always super embarrassed and apologetic after. Buying you some expensive pretty thing so you don’t hate him. Even if you don’t care or kinda like it he always feels guilty. He feels guilty a lot in general with you. That such a pretty sweet girl is stuck with him. As such he doesn’t take compliments very well. Usually clenching his jaw and furrowing his thick brows while he mutters something passive aggressive to himself, “Scheiß lügner…”. Although if you keep saying the compliment and giving him attention he’ll eventually start believing you. Blushing and struggling to look at you.

Probably takes him quite a while to feel comfortable showing you his full face or even telling you his real name. Even once you’ve already seen it sometimes he still hides his face on days he’s feeling particularly insecure. Once before you’d seen his face you asked one of his friends, horangi, about it. He said they’d known each other almost a decade and he’d only seen his face a few times, most of which were accidental. König had a pretty miserable time as a teenager. He only really bulked out when he was about 17, right before he joined the military. Believe it or not he was pretty scrawny for most of his life. Once he said he used to be built like a lamppost. Before the military he was generally quite quiet and timid. He still is almost always very quiet. This in combination with his more nerdy interests and the fact that talking to a pretty girl for too long gave him a nosebleed made him a pretty easy target for bullies. He was always shy about his appearance but in the early days of his military career his self esteem plummeted when he got a face full of shrapnel during a mission. Luckily they got him to a medic fast but there’s only so much they could do. He hates the scars. Hates the attention. You’re the only person who’s ever made him feel better about it. Kissing every scar, cooing at him while he cries into your chest after another shitty day. Tell him you’re proud of him and how handsome he is. Even if he doesn’t believe it, he at least feels better knowing you believe it at least.

NSFW

He has barely any experience but he fucks with such desperation that it never ceases to make your legs shake. Loves folding you into whatever position he wants and just spearing you like a fish in a barrel, unable to move or escape. Can get a little too rough sometimes when he’s lost in the moment but the moment he sees any form of discomfort from you he whispering soft apologies in your ear and slowing his pace till he’s balls deep just gently grinding against you while he kisses away your tears. As much as he loves treating you like a rag doll. Deep down all he wants is to satisfy you. Sometimes he won’t even fuck you he’ll just eat you out for a few hours like he’s digging for gold. Love tasting you more than anything else. Especially when you’re overstimulated and clutching his empty head between your soft thighs like you’re trying to crush him.

this man is hung like a god. It’s almost too big. Every time it’s a struggle for you to take it all. The struggle only makes it hotter for him. Loves it when you look up at him all teary eyed, pouting because you’re disappointed you can’t fit anymore in. He loves making a mess of you and he’s so fucking good at it. But he’s just as much a mess for you too. Whimpering and panting like a dog with your hands around his neck. Begging you to let him fill you up with yet another load.

I feel like he probably has a few kinks that are a little obscure. Like he loves eating you out through a pair of tights, hearing them rip loudly in his tight grip right before he impales you. Wearing a buttplug while he’s fucking you makes his brain turn to sawdust. Sloppily plunging into you in doggy and drooling on your sweaty back from above. Letting you ride him, telling him he’s not allowed to move while you hold the barrel of one of his handguns against his forehead or stuffed in his mouth (it’s unloaded of course, he’s not actually insane). If you surprise him by pulling the trigger, that little clicking noise will have him gasping shakily and his eyes rolling back. The noises he makes are absolutely whorish. So desperate and loud and involuntary.

he loves aftercare both giving and receiving. After sex he’s just as fragile as you are. Usually shaking and panting for a good while as he peppers you in thousands of kisses. Loves having a bath with you after. You laying on his chest while he washes your hair for you. Always asks you if he did a good job. He’s like a puppy after he’ll do anything you ask.

German translations: “bitte schatz” please sweetheart. “Scheiß Lügner” fucking liar

[toovaeloe]

jjk men and their girl’s hair 🪮

A collection of headcanons,

made for a black reader, but others are welcomed to read! some of it is ambiguous

blackfem!reader

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro (AS A JOKE), ryomen sukuna (ANOTHER JOKE)

(Sorry if you have locs pooks😭🤍)

there’s no pronouns mentioned, but it’s made entirely with a bw in mind (with the hairstyles mentioned and such) so I’m still labeling it as fem!reader

definitely inspired by this drabble!

.•*:｡☁️satoru gojo☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Clueless mf

☁️But he wants to understand

☁️WILL whine about how long it’s taking you to do your hair

“baaaaaaaaaaaaabbyyyyyyyyuhhhhhhh…can’t you like? Work any faster??” He’s huffing and puffing, rolling around on his bed and whining. Occasionally poking his head into the ensuite bathroom to observe the mess that is your workspace. When he does come in, he’s poking and prodding at you. He’s got the nerve to blame your hair for taking away his quality time with you.

And you’re fed up with his brat behavior. He’s so persistent in his tantrum and so bothersome, you’ve had to redo your sections more times than you should’ve had to. He’s just too distracting; you’re gonna give yourself a smiddle part if he doesn’t shut up.

“why don’t you get over here and actually help then???”

☁️he’s never really…done much with hair before. Ever. never had to

☁️the undercut was his one and only move

☁️I mean look at him 🙁 he’s the kind to be like “yeah, I just shampoo and condition. Sometimes I don’t even really need to brush it.” And it’s like, flawlessly smooth and shiny and he should really just get a gig with Pantene for an ad cause damn

☁️he only stumbles a few times and learns at a terrifyingly inhumanly fast pace

☁️Ends up taking over and he’s got your style done in record time, and it looks better than if you had done it yourself somehow. (sorry, it’s literally canon that he’s the best at everything he tries, there’s nothing to be done about it)

🤍and then he’s playing in your head 😭

“Let’s do this one next,” he’s shoving his phone in your face.

“you can NOT give me lemonade braids.”

☁️oh yeah and he’s got the money to fund your hair 🤍 of course

.•*:｡☁️suguru geto☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Okay not as bad as Gojo

☁️Have you seen this man’s hair?? He maintains it. Cares for it. He can at least do that much.

☁️Learns pretty quickly as well; but he’s educated almost entirely off of YouTube tutorials and online forums

☁️He wanted to start doing your hair together as a cute date activity <3

☁️But then sometimes it’s not that cute

☁️Prayers if you’re tender headed🙏🏽

“Ooooowuh!!!”

“Stop squirming,” He’s demanding around a rat tail comb, pausing the video tutorial on his phone that’s propped up against the bathroom mirror. If you start whining or pulling away he’s yanking you back into place by your hair as he rewinds the tutorial. But he’s nice with you, too; he’ll lean forward and kiss away any tears that gather at the corners of your eyes from over your shoulder, gently whisper and shush you with his lips against the shell of your ear.

“It’s okay, we’re almost done. See? My baby looks so pretty,” As he’s gesturing to you and your three quarters done hair in the mirror, angling your head every which way he wants with a grip on the unfinished section. You’re starting to think he just likes doing that for the hell of it when you catch the beginnings of a smirk curling at his lips. Sick freak. (Love him🤍)

🤍At the end of the day though the style is TIGHT like your hair is gripping onto your scalp for dear life.

☁️And I know he does at home silk presses like no other

☁️They are siiiilllllkkyyyyy

☁️When you do have a silk press or a straight wig installed though he’s styling your guys’ hair to match exactly in the half up bun and half down. With the stupid side bang. (I love his stupid side bang)

☁️Sickeningly cute couples activity

.•*:｡☁️kento nanami☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Dreamy sigh

☁️He’s not very good at first but he’s VERY good at following directions

☁️And the precision????

☁️You could take a ruler to your head when he parts your hair

☁️They’re so perfect

☁️Best at parting hair

☁️And very meticulous with braiding too

☁️so serious about it

☁️But he also won’t hurt you either when he’s helping you do your hair

☁️It’s more of a sitting in front of the tv watching the same show again while he listens to you talk about your day thing

“yeah, and you wouldn’t believe when— hey Ken?”

“Hm?” He’d hum in return, but his eyes are still laser focused on the way his fingers are deftly working three sections of your hair, overlapping the portions with a careful touch, and yet so efficiently.

“Are you even listening to me?” You inquired, trying to turn your head to catch his eye, but you can’t even get a glimpse of him before he’s directing your head back towards the screen with his pointer under your chin and thumb pressed against the mandible of your jaw.

“No moving. Keep your head forward, my love.” He commands as he resumes his work. That’s right; his work. He takes this very seriously, you will come out with perfect hair every time.

“But yes; of course I’m listening. What’d she do next?”

☁️he’s so gorgeous and perfect.OMGGG

☁️He will drop hella cash for your hair too. He’s a minimalist so he doesn’t have anything else to pour the money into anyway. what’s he gonna spend it on? Another watch? A stamp collection???

☁️Did i mention he’s perfect and the loml?

☁️He is.

.•*:｡☁️choso kamo☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Hmmm…

☁️Oookay, soooo

☁️He really does try. and that’s what counts.

☁️gold star for perseverance

☁️Yes he can do his own hair and yes he’s taking care of it

☁️But he just cannot…eh

☁️Anything more than 4 parts is giving him trouble

☁️He can’t braid well

☁️He gets so frustrated with himself

☁️Talking to your hair; negotiating with it

☁️Losing every time

Another string of muttered curses under his breath after he insisted he “help” plait your hair before bed that night.

“Cho, it really doesn’t have to be perfect-“

“I know! I know, I’m just—“ Another bitten back swear as he undoes the sections once again with a defeated huff. ���Okay, just let me just redo it, one more time. It’s really uneven.”

Don’t flinch at the thought. For his peace of mind.

☁️What he can do though is a mean slick back

☁️edges, 10/10 swoops

☁️And he can give you space buns 💀 to match his hair

☁️he’s good at low manipulation natural styles

☁️He can do twists, he’s not completely incompetent. Just not with clean parts

☁️makes up for everything in relaxing oil scalp massages

☁️You’re gonna fall asleep

☁️Also unexpectedly good at crochets; parts are invisible every time

☁️Which just does not make sense you don’t understand where the disconnect is

☁️He loves when you have your natural hair out

☁️Doesn’t really care how long or short it is, it just makes him happy to see you feeling confident in it

🤍

.•*:｡☁️toji fushiguro☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️LMAOOO

☁️His broke ass doesn’t have shit for you

☁️No money for your poor hair

☁️Also no concept of how expensive it is to go to a salon

“You spent how much…? On HAIR!!????” Definitely clicking his tongue and looking annoyed asl.

“Coulda bought me a nice dinner and place to stay for tonight with that money.”

☁️Sorry if you came for him or Sukuna I won’t really write for them/if at all unless requested 🤷🏽‍♀️ I did warn you

.•*:｡☁️ryomen sukuna☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Malevolent razor

☁️Really doesn’t matter what type of hair you have; this one applies to everyone

☁️Will chop off little portions of your hair in your sleep.

☁️Does not tell you if the back of your head looks a mess

☁️Let’s you walk around looking foolish

☁️Idk he’s like evil or something

☁️What did you expect

a/n: I wrote this entirely for fun I was giggling the entire way 😭

and after seeing that I’d maybe have an audience for this I decided I’d post it, pls don’t flop 🙈

[risuola]

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN, who leads a gang of curses

Ever heard of that saying to keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeah, you took that one straight to your heart, and pussy, because sleeping – no, rough fucking with the most dangerous enemy you own became a second nature to you. You became Sukuna's toy, you knew he was playing with you, satisfied to fuck you brainless whenever he felt like it but thing is, he's also unable to say no to you, what pisses him off. But once, you show up at his doorstep all covered in blood and he cannot say no to helping you.

cw: smut, hate fucking (if you squint), dub con, enemies to lovers, shower sex, oral sex (m. receiving), face fucking, praise, pet names, overstimulation, cumplay, tiny bit of angsty feeling, violence and blood mentioned (nothing new in jjk universe ok), reader discretion is advised — 6,2k words

AU: this is the universe where sorcerers have to face curses - something akin to gang with Sukuna Ryomen leading them so it's close to jjk universe, but not quite.

masterlist

“Who did this to you?”

What makes hero a hero? Is it the power the ‘good guys’ hold? The extraordinary strength or intelligence? The morals and commitment, the noble qualities? Is it the way they use their exceptional abilities? Is hero a hero because he fights against what’s conventionally categorized as bad? Because he’s fighting for the right case? If so, who’s there to decide what really is the right case? Who has the right to tell where the line between good and evil is? You for sure don’t, but you were one of those heroes – countless battles you fought, standing against what’s bad and cursed, risking your life just to keep people around you safe. So much pain you endured, so many injuries you had to recover from just so those around you, the weaker ones, could live still in peace. So they can enjoy their days, not caring about a single thing. You paid with your own blood for their freedom, but that was okay. That was rewarding, that’s what you had to do, right? Because you were one of the good guys, you were one of those who were meant to protect the crowds. You had your ‘hero’ friends, you shared the experience with them, you shared your hardships with people who understood you. So why, when covered in blood of those innocent people, your body out of instinct led you to the door of your biggest enemy?

“Who did this to you?” Sukuna asked, taking the first glance of you after he swung the dark, ebony door open. His half naked silhouette completely covered the dim light from the inside of his apartment, but you were able to see him clearly enough. He stretched one of his arms up, propping the elbow on the doorframe and in the hand, he held a cigarette between two fingers and a glassful of alcohol in the rest. His tone was low and raspy as he grabbed you by the chin with the free hand, his thumb and forefinger squeezing your jaw just enough not to bruise, as he was examining briefly your stained in red features. He had never seen you so bloodied, so worn out, so defeated and he’d like to think that he’s seen you in every state possible. “It’s people’s blood.” He added, more so to himself, inhaling the familiar stench of mere, mortal red. He would recognize yours from miles; he knows the smell of what’s pumping through your veins, he knows the taste of it and with an unknown relief he acknowledged that this time, what stained your skin wasn’t your own.

“I did,” you panted out, your voice quiet and just slightly shaky – the uncertainty so faint that if he wouldn’t know you enough, he would have missed it. “I did this. To them.”

“You did?” He laughed, feeling the amusement taking place of the confusion he faced before. He had no idea what’s got you into the state of bloody mess, but to see you seek refuge at his home? Comical. “And why exactly is the little angel here?”

You knew what he wanted to hear. The mocking sound of the words he spoke combined with the smirk dancing on his lips made for the clearest indicator for his malice. Sukuna was amused by your presence at his doorstep, but he wanted to hear that you need his help. He was the kind to make people beg for mercy, to make you beg for an orgasm and naturally, he wanted you to beg for aid as well.

“I didn’t know where to go,” you admitted, sighing and giving him that little satisfaction. The weight of the situation laid heavy on your shoulders, the pictures of people you just brutally murdered still crisp and vibrant in front of your mind, but oddly enough, you felt no regret.

All of your life, or at least since you learned that you’re special, you made sure to put all of your energy to protecting those weaker than you, never really thinking too much whether they deserved it or not. Doubts began crawling into your mind when one of your friends left the jujutsu world, pursuing something more evil, but instead of blame, it triggered you to think. That little seed of hesitation bloomed today, all at once. Something snapped in you, something broke. When after a successful mission you found out that one of your friends didn’t make it alive, shit, he didn’t even make it in one piece, you wanted to scream. The boy was too young to die, too cheerful and kind, there was no need for him to leave this world so early, you should have been with him, protect him – but you were not. And you had to come to terms with that. Death of your friends was the bread of the line of work you pursued, you had to deal with it on daily basis, you were ready to take what was left from the body and give it a proper goodbye, but then, when you waited for the rest of your group, something happened. Some people, the survivors of the cursed attack, run towards the corpse of your friend, kicking and spitting on what was left of him, blaming him for the massacre that happened. Those people couldn’t see curses, they could have blame you, you were still standing and waiting on the bloody field, but no. They chose your dead friend. You had never heard such spite, such poison spilling from anyone’s mouth, as they abused the remains of the young sorcerer. That’s when you killed them. All of them, one by one, with nothing but a little sword and your fists. 27 people, young and old. You had no regret.

“You must have confused me with a hotel, sweetheart.” Sukuna teased, leaning down a little to see your face more clearly. His red eyes almost glowed in the dark and you could smell the soft mixture of cigarette and whisky in his breath when he stopped just few inches away from your face. The remnants of smoke he blew into your face with a wicked grin.

“Oh, don’t be a dick, Ryomen,” you rolled your eyes, waving away the nicotine cloud and realizing that’s exactly what you expected to hear. If he’d let you in without any kind of malice, that would be concerning, but you knew he will open his home for you anyway. He would do everything you asked for. “They will probably go after my head pretty soon, so take the time I’m giving you.”

“How generous of you. Thought that it will be me who kills you. Turns out your own people will do that. Talk about irony.” Sukuna laughed, straightening himself and taking few steps back, letting you into his apartment.

Allowing the doors to close behind you, you moved forward with caution, stepping slowly over the dark, hard-wood floors. It was your first time seeing the interiors of his house – before that, you were just aware of where he lives, never actually entering his space, but it was exactly how you expected it and also nothing of what you expected at the same time. Some part of you was convinced, the place he lives in is a dark dungeon kind of shithole, with blood splattered artistically throughout the interiors and screams of sorrow playing in the background, but what you were seeing right now was far from it. The apartment was luxurious, dark colored but free of any signs of tortured humans or death. There was a soft scent of smoke and something woody hanging in the air and one of the most gorgeous panoramas was spreading outside the window – thanks to the apartment being on the 20th floor. There was a big terrace opened in the living room area, from where the cold, late evening air was entering the space inside. Dark leathers and expensive details made it look like a mafia boss lived here and to be honest, it wasn’t that far from reality.

Your relationship with Ryomen was forbidden, it had no right to exist. You are the hero, you are obligated to fight curses and he is the most powerful curse that exist in your world. He’s the leader, the king of curses, the strongest enemy your kind ever faced and yet, he’s also your lover. The filthiest secret you have, the worst sin you committed, the one that you’re yet to be accounted for. Sukuna is everything you should avoid in life, he’s dangerous, he’s a menace. He thrives in pain and hurt of others, he drinks the suffering and feasts on agony, death and sorrow. He takes all the innocence that’s around him and drowns it in red and darkness. You should never let yourself get tangled with the cursed knot of everything that’s him. But you did.

First time you met him was on the battlefield. You were new in the city, oblivious to what’s spreading claws in Tokyo and it was your first mission in the field when you stumbled upon him. At first, he laughed at your sight, mocking your presence. He felt disrespected even, that the army of sorcerers, out of all available warriors, sent you to face him. You were small, looked far from dangerous, equipped in that funny little sword of yours and ironically, clothed in light colors as if they were not going to be stained all shades of red and purple. Were your bosses not aware of who he was? Have they tried to sacrifice you to him? Maybe you did something that made them want to get rid of you? But you held your head up high, dealing with his curses with so much ease and fluidity, he found it interesting. The more pawns he sent through the crowds of those mere humans, the more power you showed, taking them one by one. After that, you were present of every encounter with him, and with each of them, you grew more interested in the leader.

Sukuna rarely actively took part in the chaos. He just watched it unravel, he cherished the scent of fear and blood, he watched how people were running away, even though most of them couldn’t even see the curses properly. He just loved the frightening disorder he was able to spread, the screams and cries – all of that filled him with satisfaction, and he’d stay in the position of just a viewer, if not for you, who reached him and initiated the fight. First one in years for Sukuna, and that fight he found enjoyable. In time, it grew into something more intimate. Every close-range combat, every exchange of punches and throws fed into the heavy sexual tension. And that tension, naturally, led you two to the hidden alley where for the first time, instead of fighting, he fucked you against the wall.

“You can stay in here for tonight,” Sukuna told you, after a short moment of watching you wandering your eyes around you. He took another drag from his cig, wrapping his free hand around your waist and pulling you to his bare chest, not caring at all about all the blood you were covered in. You looked up to him, tilting your head as your hands automatically landed on the hard surface of his muscled chest. “My house, my rules though. No middle ground.”

“So demanding,” you chuckled, stealing the glass out of his other hand and taking a small sip of the alcohol. Strong taste of whisky burned your throat, but the burn was grounding, it calmed you down somehow. Sukuna was dangerous, but he was the kind of danger you knew and being at his place, at his mercy, didn’t phase you as much as the upcoming face-off with your sorcerer friends. “Okay then.”

“Good girl,” he grinned, reaching lower and giving your thigh a pat. “Hop.”

As ordered, you hooked your arms over his shoulders, hopping swiftly onto his hips just as you did countless of times before and it took him just few moments to take you to his bathroom. His lips immediately were on yours, you could feel the smoke burning your lungs but that was the last of your concerns. Sukuna put you down, rid both you and himself of the clothes and next thing you knew, you were in the shower, with ice cold water running down your body. It made you shiver, your breath caught in your throat and you leaned into his body, as if searching for the warmth of his skin. His chest vibrated with a laugh. You hated cold showers; he knew that. He loved them though. Too bad.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, some cold is not going to kill you, isn’t it?”, he all but sneered, stroking your bare skin with his rough palms, watching the blood slowly being washed off your picture. If it was yours, he would probably just lick it off you, but other’s – he wasn’t interested in.

You would usually snap back at him, say something witty and engage in a word tug of war but it was hard to think clearly, when it was that cold. You quietly gasped for breath, your chest heaved for air and it slowly began to hurt, standing underneath the stream of icy water. Sweet torture that you expected from Sukuna – one that he couldn’t really pull off when you met somewhere else. Now, he cherished the way he could do everything. His house, his rules.

“S-so cold…” your voice stuttered. “It hurts.”

“Poor little you,” he chuckled. “How about you hop onto my dick so I can warm you up?”

 There was no time for you to consider the offer. With no effort, Ryomen swooped your thighs once again, hooking them over his hips and he pushed you against the dark grey, tiled wall at the same moment he pushed his cock into you. The burning pain made your body jolt, as he forced his way into your unprepared walls. The muscles, contracted from the cold resisted his girth, but it only made him grin wider. A whimper escaped your throat, as you stabbed your fingernails into his shoulders, fruitlessly pushing him away.

“Look at you, all whiny as if you hadn’t taken me hundreds of times before,” he teased, bottoming out in one, fast thrust and he groaned lowly right after. The tight feeling of your pussy squeezing him so impossibly made him think for a moment that he can cum right here and there which would be unacceptable. “Relax, or it will hurt more, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” you muttered quietly, forcing one deeper breath of air into your lungs, trying to loosen yourself up, but the concoction of cold and pain made it out of grasp. Ryomen only chuckled, contented with the little array of torture he was able to execute on you and slowly pulling out almost all the way, leaving only the tip still inside just to push back in one harsh move, earning a juicy bite to his shoulder. You sunk your teeth into his flesh, drawing blood. The metallic taste covered your tongue and you wondered how many of your nails pierced through Sukuna’s skin as well.

“Better watch that mouth,” he purred right into your ear, toying with you for few moments more before he picked a pace – ruthless and violent, drilling his hips into you with force that only his body could possess, the one that usually drives you insane but now, it got you crying. Salty traces of tears that stained your cheeks quickly got washed off with the icy stream from the shower. “You wouldn’t want me to accidentally tear you apart, would you?”

Every word he spoke, he accentuated with particularly sharp thrust and you could feel the resistance beginning to disappear. The rough friction eased and Sukuna was able to slam his pelvis into you with much more freedom as your juices enveloped his dick. Your thighs fluttered around his waist, a coil of pleasure already began to formulate itself in the pit of your stomach and the more he moved, the less cold and pain you felt. All of it turned into ecstatic state of lust overriding your mind, stripping you off the clear and coherent thinking and all what was left in your mind was the sin you were just committing. Another one to add to the long list of misdeeds.

“You like it, huh?”, Ryomen asked, his tone gravelly and interlaced with heavier breaths, as he was grinning maniacally, absorbing the way your cunt was sucking him in even deeper than he already was reaching. “You like the pain, don’t you?”

“Fuck, Ryomen,” you gasped out against his skin, scratching long, angry marks onto his back. Heat was slowly overtaking your entire body, radiating from your core to the rest of you and you couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Not when he was fucking into you like he was meaning to drill a hole through you, hitting all of the sweet spots inside your aching walls. He might have been mean, but he knew your body way too well. “Right there, don’t stop—“

Of course he stopped. He had to stop, how else could he keep his title of a menace of the century if he wouldn’t stop right when it began to feel overwhelmingly good. Right when the string in your belly threatened to snap any given moment?

“Knees.” He ordered, absolutely thrilled by the way he’s got you all worked up so quickly. He barely just touched you and already you were so close to the first bliss, but he had no intention of giving it to you right away. Once he pulled out and your legs were back on the floor, he looked down at you. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

A plethora of profanities gathered at the front of your mind but you spared them in speech as you dropped down onto the cold marbled tiles. An awful feeling of the water falling straight onto your head made you feel slightly dizzy, but you were determined to finish him off so he can finish you off. With that in mind, you took him into your mouth.

The warmth of your tongue made Sukuna gasp silently. It contrasted with the icy atmosphere perfectly, sending shivers down his spine and he couldn’t help himself but to grab you by the head. There was a significant amount of desperation now boiling inside his veins, he couldn’t quite tell why, but from the moment he saw you at his doorstep, he knew he must have you as soon as possible and it’s only thanks to his strong will that he lasted that long.

At first, he allowed you do your thing. Just as much he knew the language your body spoke, you were fluent in the way his own talked. Sukuna would never admit it out loud, but he’d do everything if granted to have you for himself. He liked to have control, to dominate you. He liked to fuck you any way he wanted, any time he wanted, and you were always oh so willing to spread for him, whenever he pulled you into his arms. He thought of you as of one of his toys, except for the fact that when he began hooking up with you, all of the other women stopped existing for him. Why fuck someone else when you were perfectly willing to give him your holes and why settle for some mere humans, when you were that much more durable? He reasoned his choices with that – you were just stronger, you took him just better than anyone else, you were able to withstand his force and you were more than willing to give him your body to play. Yeah, he wasn’t going back to you because he just wanted to. No, it was just practical. And no, if it wasn’t him who initiated the sex, if there was a situation when you gave him a booty call – he wasn’t agreeing because he would say yes to everything you asked for. Please, he was agreeing because… Anyway, he was the dominating side. That was clear as day. You had no word in that relationship. For sure.

Feeling himself enter the stage of pre-orgasm, Sukuna pushed your head further onto himself. You gave up into his will as he began fucking your mouth with ferocity, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat time after time as you kept it open for him, teasing him with your tongue every time he slid in and out. It was getting hard to breathe, you squeezed your eyes, stabbing your nails into his strong thighs but it did nothing to slow him down. His girth filled your mouth completely, harshly abusing your palate and airways and you could tell he was close by the way his cock flexed and twitched in between your lips. Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened as he finally pushed your head onto himself, your nose nearly buried into his stomach as he shot the hot, white ribbons of cum right down your throat. You stilled for a moment, almost choking on the way he cut off your breath ways but then he let go and you backed out, hungrily gasping for air.

The cursed king grinned, satisfaction painting its picture over his features, but he wasn’t even close to being done with you, you both knew this. In light speed you were in his bed, face pressed into the mattress and ass high in the air as he buried himself back into your cunt. The velvety, swollen walls took him in now with no resistance and you moaned into the pillow at the incredible feeling of being so full. With a bruising grip on your hips, Sukuna moved right away, abusing your hole with an unforgiving pace and strength.

“You’re taking me so well,” he let out a groaned praise, something he doesn’t do often, but any time he does, it makes you jump straight into cumming. Ryomen had a way with words, with the way he used his voice against you and it most certainly was one of your weakest points when it came to him. He was able to render you into a needy mess only with the tone of his speech and you loved and hated it at the same time. This time, the growling echo of his words reverberated through your system and shot you straight in between your legs. Your oversensitive walls clenched around him, your thighs were trembling and your back arched even more as you squeezed the sheets in your hands. “Wanna cum? Ask for it.”

“Ryo— ah, Ryomen, please,” you pleaded, pushing yourself slightly up from the pillows only to get forced down by his large hand over your head.

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, I need to cum, please,” you hated to beg him for anything and at this point you should have gotten used to it already, because the superiority was his middle name, but it still was against your nature. But nothing could deny the fact that he fucked you perfectly every time, he was able to make your brain turn into heated flurry and only for that, you played along and fed his ego.

Sukuna’s fingernails dug into the fat of your hips to pull you even closer, his hips slamming against your ass with every thrust he made. His knuckles turned white from the bruising force of his grip, but that pain you didn’t even register. You felt like you were falling, from somewhere high right down into the endless hole of lustful pleasure. The haze overtook your mind, white ribbons of nothingness covered your vision and your entire body tensed, bracing for the impact.

“Cum for me,” he allowed you, and as if just waiting for the command, you became undone right here and there. Spasms of ecstasy rushed through you, you were speeding into the arms of physical satisfaction as he was pumping into you riding you through the orgasm. First of many. Sweet, white ring formulated around the base of his dick, but he had no intentions of stopping at it.

You’ve lost count at fifth. You really should be careful what you wished for. You were a mess, with skin glistening with the thin layer of sweat and so much juices running down your thighs. It was filthy, you could feel the drops sliding down your plush skin, you could hear the wetness being pumped out of you with every thrust of his hips – the amount overflowing you. You were so incredibly full, you swore you couldn’t fit more and each time he proved you wrong. Wet sounds of Sukuna’s dick abusing your hole were bouncing off the walls, the soft melody of grunts and heavy breathing accompanying them as you tried to run away from him, to steal just a little breather, but he wasn’t going to let you escape.

You couldn’t take much more, you were so done, exhausted and utterly oversensitive and for real you thought few times already that one more orgasm, and you will just die in his bed. Every time he proved you can indeed take not only one more, but as many as he gives you. And he wanted to give you a lot, it was a rare occasion he could force you more than usually. When the lines of what you can and cannot take are blurred out, completely covered by the thick layer of cum and ecstasy.

Ryomen listened to how his name was now unknowingly slipping over your tongue, without forming any coherent sentences. The prayer you were letting out was a music to his ears, he needed to hear more of it. He knew it was a lot for you, he was pulling one bliss after another from you, greedy to take more and more as he tried to fuck his way into your soul. You had a way of awakening all of his carnal instincts, you were able to make him lose himself in the act, in the warmth of your body, in the welcoming squeeze and you always took him so well. There was nothing he couldn’t do to you and for that, he loved meeting with you. You satisfied all of his cursed instincts.

“Just few more,” he cooed, but the tone of his voice had a mocking lingering underneath it. You whined loudly into the pillow that you were biting onto for the last, what felt like, hours. All of your body hurt at this point, you were tired and sore, your back almost broken from all the arching you did, your ass red from the countless slaps he’s given you and your vocal cords already worn out from all the pleading and moaning you let out. You had enough, swearing his inhumane stamina, but then again, why was your pussy still so wet and leaking if it was too much for you? Why were you still so invitingly wet, why instead of knocking him down and creating some distance you stayed with your ass up high, taking load after load even though there was physically no more space for it?

“Noo­—,” you cried out, reaching back to naively try and stop him, but you couldn’t get close to him. Instead, he grabbed you by that hand, pulling your worn-out body and with a grin that’s purely sadistic, he slipped his dick out of you. Immediately the white concoction of his seed and your juices gushed out of your stretched hole, so he gathered it on his fingers.

Once you were up, straight on your knees, gasping for air, he pushed his heavily covered digits into your open mouth and there was no need in telling you what to do as your tongue worked its way around, licking him clean. Sukuna took in the fucked-out expression you wore on your face, the wet skin around your eyes, the traces of saliva and now his cum around your mouth and he knew he still wants more.

Being purely evil as he is, he half-sat down comfortably on the bed next to you, his back leaning against the backrest as he gave your reddened thigh a slap. You knew what he wanted, but hesitated, unsure if you really can do what he demands. You were exhausted already.

“Come on, get that pussy over there,” he chuckled and despite the way everything in your head screamed not to do it, your body moved on its own and you straddled his strong thighs, lining his still impossibly hard dick with your aching entrance. He slipped in with ease as you bottomed your hips down to his own, taking him in fully and Sukuna grinned at the filthy picture of where you were connected. “What a good girl you are, look at you.”

“Shut up,” you told him, rolling your pelvis over him, feeling every aching muscle in your body scream, but that you actively ignored. You couldn’t focus on in, when he was so deep inside you, when more than you longed for rest, you longed for the overwhelming bliss that was so close for both you and him.

Ryomen laughed, fighting the urge to play with your clit and to prevent that from happening, he put both of his hands behind his head, resting comfortably and just taking in the gorgeous view of you bouncing on him. He loved watching you, not only during sex but in general. The picture of your frame, your soft, plump skin, your beautiful face, your hair, your everything – all of it tickled him in a way no one else ever did and he couldn’t explain the reason behind the attraction he felt for you. He just knew that if only thing that he could do is to look at you, he’d take the opportunity without blinking twice. You were just perfect, and maybe it was because he knew every time he has you might be the last time, he knew that you might die at any given moment considering your job, he learned to cherish every time you’re next to him. And that, of course, he would also never say out loud. He was the boss here, after all. You had no control over him. Not at all.

“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” Sukuna growled lowly, feeling his abs tightening. You were working yourself onto him so perfectly, the angle of your hips allowed him to hit every sensitive spots inside of you and that triggered your walls to tense against his girthy length. He was getting close, his dick was flexing and twitching inside of you and you could feel his entire body bracing for the impact. As your hands wandered over his skin, tracing the black marks that you always found incredibly sexy, you could tell his muscles got harder, the contraction clearly indicating his orgasm was flowing in and it was only a matter of few moves before it overflows. You wanted to get him there first, to finish him off hard, but he wouldn’t let that happen. It was a rule that’s unspoken, but clear as day – he wasn’t going to cum before you, no matter how good your pussy felt and desperate to keep the right order, Ryomen allowed his fingers to reach down your body. His calloused fingers found the swollen, puffy nub and he rubbed little circles into it, making you shiver above him.

Some more tears escaped your eyes, passing through your lash line and tracing down the sides of your face and that sight was one of those the cursed king loved above anything else. You were the last one to cry on the battlefield, you could have been pierced right through in the stomach, but no tears would show up in your eyes and yet, when overstimulated, when in bed with him, from time to time some of those salty droplets were making an appearance and Sukuna loved the fact that he was the one to cause it.

“Oh, you little crybaby,” he mocked, pulling his back away from the backrest only to glue his lips to the side of your jaw, where the wetness collected. He tasted the saltiness, savored the way it spread over his tongue and with wet kisses he began to smear all over your face, he finally reached your lips. “Cry for me a little more.” He purred right into your mouth, you could feel his own being stretched into a grin, you could hear the worn-out malice in his words and as much as you wished to disobey him, you couldn’t when his fingers worked so expertly over your clit.

 “Ryomen, I—“ you whimpered, squeezing his shoulders with crashing force, barely able to move anymore, but you pushed through, with the help of his strong hands guiding you further and further, over the edge.

“Come on, cum for me,” he encouraged, and you didn’t need to be told twice. As if on order, everything in you snapped. You felt the warmth flooding your body and electrical impulses rushing through your spine and entire nervous system. The rush of hotness spread all over your body as you came for the nth time, covering him in your wet sweetness and he followed suit, shooting into you and prolonging your orgasm. You were delirious with the saccharine mixture of exhaustion and pleasure, you couldn’t even tell how many rolls your hips did before you collapsed onto him, completely lightheaded and worn out. Sukuna wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you to his chest as he fell back onto the bed, finally allowing you to rest. His dick still buried deep inside of you, plugging the way out for everything that’s flowing inside you but you didn’t mind it. Sometimes you felt like his cock just belonged in your pussy, you felt complete with all of his size stuffed into you. “Such a good girl.”

There wasn’t much you could tell him, you just stayed there, nuzzled into the side of his neck, desperately trying to calm down your heard and your breath as he smoothed his hand over your back. You were satisfied beyond need, completely overstimulated, ruined, but you loved to feel like this. Especially that night you wanted to cherish. The thought it’s probably the last one lingered somewhere at the back of your head and now as the aftershots of bliss were wearing down, it became more and more clear. It was distressing, you tensed at the memo and to hide it, you moved down Sukuna’s body.

This time he didn’t intervene when you took him into your mouth. He knew you well enough to know you were distracting your pretty head from thoughts and frankly, he was thinking about the same thing so the warm, wet feeling of your lips hugging his cock was distracting him too. You licked him clean, savoring all of the mess you made and you worked him with an intention to never let him forget about the head you give him. And he was quick to cum underneath the intensity of your tongue, groaning your name in low tone, rasped out and out of breath.

* * *

You watched the sun coming up, spreading its light over the city panorama visible from the large windows of Ryomen’s apartment. Still in his bed, now all washed up and with his strong frame sitting against the backrest. His arm was wrapped securely around your body, now pressed to his chest. Your head rested comfortably near his neck and it was quiet. No need to say anything, as the atmosphere of post bliss was settling down, pressed with the heavy weight of uncertainty. You had no idea what was going to happen to you after the murder you committed. Deep down you knew your days now are numbered and the number is much less than you anticipated, and somehow the king of curses knew that too. Before that, he was sure you’ll survive most of the dangers – you survived him, so what was there to hurt you? He never considered your own people hunting you down. And that made him feel uneasy, although he wouldn’t show it to you. Instead, he’d just keep you close, smoothing lazy little circles onto the skin of your stomach as he holds your naked body right next to himself. Instead, he’d just let you stay for as long as you need to, not rushing you to leave. And instead of showing you that he cares, he’d just stay there with you, sharing a drink and a smoke, watching the sun rising slowly even though the aesthetic of the view does nothing to him.

“Once you get out of here,” Sukuna began, pausing nonchalantly to take a drag from his cigarette before giving it to you. “What you’re gonna do?”

“Don’t know. I’m gonna be alright.”

“Alright, huh?” he scoffed softly, watching the grey puff of smoke coming slowly from your mouth before he took the cig back from your fingers. “Better be.”

“Yeah.” You sounded light, there wasn’t much emotion in your tone, but it was the emptiness that Ryomen found alarming. Maybe he could ask you to stay with him? Yeah, that could work. But he couldn’t, the words too intimate to get through his throat so instead he stayed there and listened. “I’ll be okay.”

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Cursed Warlords Au - Chapter #10 - Planning

You and Spirit need to figure out what you’re doing. All the while you figure out how to wear the hanfu you were gifted.

“I don’t know… are you sure this is right?” You asked while struggling helplessly with the wrapping of your new hanfu.

The hanfu was beautiful, wrapping around your body surprisingly well. It wasn’t a perfect fit, possibly a size too big but then again it was a gift from someone who didn’t really know you. You shouldn’t be surprised. Now if only you could figure out how to properly tie this thing.

“… no I think you have it on backwards,” Spirit chuckled from her seat in the bed. Both of the monkeys sat next to her giving quiet chirps, though you weren’t sure if they were talking to each other or at you.

Looking down at the outfit you scowled when you realized that yes, you did have it on backwards. Your face flushed red before you spun around and glared at your friend. Your friend who was giggling but not offering to help.

“Well then would you be so kind as to help?” you asked, your cheeks still flushed.

Spirit quirked and eyebrow up before shrugging as she stood up. “How do you not know how to do the simplest of things?” She muttered as she helped out of the backwards hanfu.

You stood still for a moment as she tugged and pulled at the fabric, doing her best to correct how you messed up the outfit. It took some maneuvering but eventually you were dressed in the hanfu. It was clearly made for travel which you were grateful for even if you weren’t quite sure why the woman gave it to you. Maybe it was pity. Maybe she understood that you needed help. Whatever the case you were very grateful.

“What do you think?” you asked Spirit nervously once you were finally dressed properly.

A simple hanfu colored black with orange sashes to connect everything together. You weren’t sure how to feel about the coloring but it was still beautiful. Tugging on the fabric a bit you also decided it looked like good quality.

“Not bad. The coloring is shit but eh,” Spirit replied as she plopped down on the bed.

*Chirp?*

You both looked to Plum who tilted his head in confusion. It was adorable! Seriously he was just the cutest thing. You didn’t even bother holding back your squeal.

“I think he wants to know about the color,” Spirit muttered before looking at you with a worried expression. The look was quickly pushed away as you leaned forward.

“Well you see when I was dragged here I came through a portal that swirled with orange and black. It’s not the coloring per say it’s just the memories attached to it,” you explain, if you couldn’t tell two monkeys about it, then who could you talk to about it? Spirit already knows because she saw the portal and she knows that you’re scared of the portal, even though you’re trying to find another.

You smiled widely even though every bit of you was terrified, terrified of going back to that place, terrified to even know what that place was. Maybe it wasn’t bad you weren’t really sure but the moment you had fallen into the portal you felt a rush of something strange, something strong, something wild run right through your very soul. A blur of orange and black and then well then you were with Spirit.

Thinking back on it maybe you shouldn’t be heading straight for something that you had no idea what it was. Maybe going to that place was a bad idea, maybe you could be sent somewhere even worse than where you are now… but if you didn’t try then you would NEVER be able to return home. Right?

*Chirp?*

Glancing to the monkey cubs you smiled, both of them looked confused as hell. Both half draped over the side of the bed as they waited for you to explain. Explain what you were talking about, but you didn’t. You didn’t explain and instead chose to be quiet as you looked yourself over one more time.

“We got everything?” You asked patting yourself down.

“Clothes check, Spirit check, Peaches check, Plums check, and me!” You grinned before face palming, the sheer lack of equipment between the ‘four’ of you was rather depressing.

It was fine, even though you didn’t have barely anything to travel with you were determined to figure this out. With a deep breath you looked at Spirit who was half laying on the bed while her feet were firm on the ground.

”Let’s go,” You grinned happily.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Spirit asked calmly.

You looked at her and frowned, looking around the room you were sure you had everything you needed. There wasn’t anything missing, and everything was how you found it. So what could you be-

“Where are we even going?” Her words hit you like a brick, where WERE you going.

You had spent the last two days resting at the inn and the three days before that running away from bandits. In all that time you never stopped to consider where you two even needed to go. Your face scrunched up slightly as you thought, you weren’t sure when you sat down but here you were sitting on the floor while trying to think of a plan. You needed to find somewhere that could return you home, well maybe not somewhere but someone or something?

“I don’t know… do you know anyone who knows how to travel through dimensions? Or time? Or space? I think I’m from another dimension but I might be from the future,” You waved your hands to act spooky not noticing the looks of surprise on both of the small monkeys faces.

Another dimension? The future? What in the world were you talking about? You couldn’t possibly be from… it would explain your clothing and the slight accent in your voice. No, no that doesn’t explain anything at all! You were a mere mortal who is probably just from some far off place on the mainland who happened to fall into a demon’s trap. Surely that had to be the case, Wukong thought to himself.

However when he looked at his mate, his very rational mate who always thought things through, he didn’t find the exact same answer that he came up with. His mate was looking at you with wide eyes, his ears slightly fanning out a little bit but the longer they remained fanned out the more his scowl deepened. Surely Macaque didn’t actually believe this nonsense, you were just a mortal who had gone a little crazy from running into a demon.

“Okay so first we need to find out where you’re actually from, so we need to find someone who is able to get ahold of that knowledge… I have one person in mind but…” Spirit trailed off her face scrunching up a little bit as she tried to think of any way NOT to see this person.

“But what?” You asked way too quickly for her liking, and with far too much excitement.

“She doesn’t like humans, like AT ALL,” She nervously chuckled as she looked away.

Almost immediately you deflated a little bit, so the one clue you had to going home didn’t want to see you. The only clue that you have gotten in the five days you’d been here. Biting your lip you thought about it, you had to think this through. If she didn’t like humans it might be best not to interact but it was also the only way for you to find a way home.

“Will she kill me?” it was one thing if she just disliked humans but if there’s a chance that she won’t kill you, then maybe you can get her to listen.

Spirit thought for a moment pursing her lips as she contemplated weather this person would kill you. She didn’t seem one hundred percent sure weather she would or not. But maybe…

“She probably won’t try to kill you, but it’s doubtful that she would listen to you either,” Spirit explained, her face still pinched in a frown.

You decided to think some more she wouldn’t listen to you… bit Spirit was a demon. Maybe she would listen to her. It was a possibility and so far it was the closest thing you had to an actual lead. So with the decision made you looked up at your friend and declared.

“Let’s go meet her. It’s worth a shot, and the only clue I have to getting home,” you tried not to look so nervous.

Spirit stared at you for a moment, her eyes going wide at your announcement. You… you wanted to see her? Was that smart? She opened her mouth to speak when you continued quickly. “I can at least try. We don’t have any other leads and I need to get home… my family is probably worried sick.”

Wukong tilted his head, your family probably thought some demon ate you. He couldn’t help but think that they probably thought you were already dead. You were seriously going a little crazy, it probably wasn’t safe to be around you… but they didn’t really have much choice at this point.

Macaque narrowed his eyes. He was still deep in though trying to think of what you were talking about. Maybe you were confused or crazy… but there was the possibility that you were telling the truth. If you were then would you try to take them back to your world? Would you leave him and Wukong here? He let out a scoff, maybe it would be easier to leave… or they could find another monkey demon they could talk to. But how?

“So who is this woman you’re talking about anyways?” you asked curiously.

Spirit remained silent for a moment before speaking, “She’s a monkey demon, I’d say the only one that I’ve ever met. She lives roughly a weeks journey away but with your speed it might take two or three weeks. She’s stubborn and if she doesn’t like you she won’t help you, but if you can get her to like you then maybe MAYBE she’ll help. I I use can’t guarantee it.”

A monkey demon!? They would be able to find a way home if you agree to meet with her. Wukong immediately let out excited chirps, they could contact their friends this way. His sudden noise shocked you causing you to look over at him. Your eyes widened before you laughed.

“I see someone wants to meet her. Animals tend to have good intuition most of the time, maybe we should go,” you chuckled before looking at Spirit who pursed her lips more at his sudden attentiveness. She didn’t trust that he had good intentions, there was something about these monkeys if only she could just put her finger on what.

She glanced at the monkeys and sent them a slightly cold glare which was met with an equally cold one from the white monkey. His single set of ears flicked, her eyes were drawn to them and it irked her just how much he seems aware. Most monkeys were aware of the people surrounding them just not this much.

“Hey leave the cub alone,” You said as you reached out and lifted the Monkey into your arms, the other immediately climbing up your body to your shoulder.

‘We’re not cubs! We are powerful warlords!!’ Peaches chirped angrily, which was only met with a cheerful coo from you.

‘Give it up you know she can’t understand you,’ Plum responded as he leisurely laid in your arms like a hammock.

Spirit raised a brow before rolling her eyes. “Yeah yeah, protect the cub and not your friend,” She said dramatically lifting her hand to her head.

“… you don’t need my protection, you’ve proven that enough,” You replied with a chuckle before rolling your eyes.

“Have I? Last I checked you’re the one who saved my life from those bastards,” The sheer venom in Spirit’s voice was a shock to both Wukong and Macaque. Sure they had heard her annoyance and her sarcasm but here the sheer amount of malice in her tone was… outstanding.

“… I’d say watch your language buuut… yeah they were bastards,” You nodded before going silent, your mind wandering back to that day. It wasn’t even that long ago.

I finished chapter 10!! I have officially hit the double digits with this fanfic! Am I the only one excited? Yes… No? Who knows.

As always Feel Free to Reblog. Like and comment if you can. Comments are a writers food! Well not really, I just love reading them! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my fanfic. Esspecially since this is currently my main fanfic. I am still working on asks and such, work just likes to mandate working the weekends… it sucks. But I hope you all enjoy!

[theocddiaries]

[Rouge, Knuckles, and Omega are looking at the faucet]

Rouge: So?

Knuckles: Yep. It’s crystal clear.

Rouge: Really???

Knuckles: Yep, it’s crystal clear I don’t know the first thing about plumbing.

Omega: I TOLD YOU TO CALL A PLUMBER.

Rouge: No. They charge you a fortune for something you could figure out yourself if you just paid attention. Let me see… [approaches the faucet]: I think we might need to replace the siphon.

Knuckles: Siphon? You don't need to make up words to look smarter, this is serious. If you don’t know, step aside before you make things worse. [picks up a hammer]: Let me try something I saw on TV. [hits the wall with the hammer, and the sound of running water starts]: Ha! And people say The Flintstones are outdated.

Rouge: You're following guidelines from a cartoon, you idiot!?

[The noise stops]

Knuckles [smirking smugly]: So now what, bat? Huh? There you have it! Fixed!

[The pipe bursts, spraying water everywhere]

Rouge: Aah! Omega, move back before you get hurt!

Knuckles [covers Omega as best as he can and then bolts out of the kitchen, running out of the house]: I’m going to get help! Maybe I’ll come back!

Rouge: KNUCKLES! GET BACK HERE, YOU COWARD!

[Sonic and Shadow step aside as Knuckles stumbles out of the house. They walk in and see the chaos.]

Shadow: Rouge, what have you done?!

Rouge: Me? Well, I got up, had avocado toast for breakfast, then stopped by the café... But what does it matter what I've done today? Help me with the pipe!

Sonic [dashes over and shuts off the water main]

Shadow [comes back from the bathroom with a towel, handing it to Rouge]: This is why I told you not to mess with it and to call a plumber. But no, you always have to be stubborn.

Omega: AND YOU CALLED THE ECHIDNA TO MAKE THINGS WORSE.

Rouge: Omega, whose side are you on?!

Omega: I’M ON THE SIDE OF NOT GETTING ELECTROCUTED BY YOU FLOODING THE HOUSE.

Sonic: Why don’t you just tell Abraham? He’s the landlord, let him deal with it!

Shadow [scoffs]: Yes. Abraham. The guy I’ve only seen approach homeless people to check if they’ve got change. [his phone rings, and he goes to his room to answer.]

Sonic: It’s the law! [to Rouge and Omega]: He loves rules when it suits him, so this is a two-way street. Time to remind him of that.

Rouge: You’re absolutely right, Blue. So go remind him yourself and then come back to tell me what he's told you.

Sonic: No. It has to be you two.

Omega: ARE YOU SAYING WE’LL NEVER FIX THE PIPE?

Rouge: Yes, but nicely.

Sonic: No, I’m saying you’ve got to be persistent. It shouldn’t be hard for you. If Abraham acts dumb, you only need to say one thing: “Don’t mess around and fix the pipe.” On repeat.

Rouge: I’ve gotten out of plenty of reports by being that persistent, you know.

Omega: AND REPETITION HAS A CERTAIN COMFORTING QUALITY.

Rouge: You’re right, Sonic. We’re going to repeat ourselves so much, he’ll think he’s living Groundhog Day! [grabs Omega by the arm and storms out of the house with him.]

[Sonic looks at the soaked floor and decides to fetch a mop to clean up. As he wrings it out, Shadow walks out of his room looking shaken. Sonic notices him when he turns around.]

Sonic: Whoa, what’s with that face… [half-joking]: Who died?

Shadow [stares at him]

Sonic: Oh, crap… Sorry, it's just an idiom. A bad taste one. What happened?

Shadow: No, no, it's nothing like that. It was Abraham.

Sonic: Oh, he called to tell you he won't fix the pipe? I feel no guilt about sending your siblings after him--

Shadow: No, he doesn’t know about that yet. It’s just... remember when I told you Maria had a younger sister?

Sonic: Yeah?

Shadow: Well, she reached out to Towers and said she’d like to see me.

Sonic: …The woman who spat at you and then told you she wished you'd have been on the other side of the pod when she ran into you at GUN?

Shadow: That woman, yes. What could she want?

Sonic: Okay, calm down. Overthinking it’s the worst thing you can do, okay? [approaches and rubs his crossed arms to comfort him]: Especially you. You overthink and it's easy to go from 'talking' to insults, to physical violence and then you think... “anyone can get a knife these days” and-- geez, we need to get you off this planet right now.

[Sonic turns to run off with him, holding his hand, but trips over the mop bucket and almost faceplants, only for Shadow to catch him. He gives Sonic a look.]

Sonic: …See what happens when you overthink things?

Shadow [rolls his eyes]: Yes, that’s why I usually leave it to you.

[spotsandsocks]

Hiii spotty 💕💕💕

🎃 + dawn/sunrise

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn, managed to use both words here and it got a little longer at nearly 1k. A little angsty but not too bad. Hope you enjoy. Thank for inspiring me.

“Wondered where you went.”

A quick glance over his shoulder reveals that Hen has that kind of look on her face. Buck looks away quickly, he’s not ready to talk but she already knows that, she’s Hen after all.

The unpleasant scrape of metal on concrete makes him wince as Hen settles down in one of the chairs they use up here. It’s clear she intends to wait him out.

“Don’t worry, no one else is gonna join us.”

That’s not the comfort she thinks it is because it only emphasises who isn’t going to be checking on him and they both know why he can’t and that if he could he wouldn’t need checking up on in the first place. Ironic huh.

The edge of the weather beaten brick beneath his fingers is rough and catches at his skin. The texture and prickle of pain gives him something to focus on other than the reason he’s hiding up here.

“Bobby says come down when you’re ready, but that you don’t have to be ready anytime soon, he said it’s ok to take a minute, it was a rough call.”

It was.

“Eddie said you’d be up here, told me to tell you he’d be here as soon as Chim is done with him, we thought, well he thought I should keep you company until he can.

How considerate of him. Deliberately relaxing his suddenly tense jaw and dropping his shoulders Buck breathes through the surge of anger Eddie sending Hen to check up on him generates. Hen wouldn’t need to be keeping him company if the company he should have after a call hadn’t been so fucking stupid that he needed a full check up and time to convince Chim and Bobby that a trip to the hospital wasn’t required.

“I’m fine.”

He can’t look at her while he lies, not that it matters much, Hen won’t believe him anyway, hell he doesn’t believe him and she’s a lot smarter than he is.

He hears her snort of amusement and she doesn’t even try to hide the sacrasam in her voice,

“Oh I can tell. Totally fine.”

Eyes fixed firmly on what little of the horizon he can see through the LA skyline, the changing quality of light makes it clear that sunrise is just around the corner, a new day is beckoning. It’s a new day that might not have had Eddie in it.

He shuts his eyes but that’s no help because he just sees it all again. The chain of events that rushed past him and led to the accident.

“How’s he doing?”

Addressing the question to the air he doesn’t need to see her face to know what expression is on it.

“It’s not actually as bad as it looked, most of the blood wasn’t even his.”

The words spark another memory and he uses techniques he’s been taught to fight off a fierce wave of nausea. He changes the subject. It’s easier that way.

“I like it up here. It’s quiet. Sometimes I come up and watch the sunrise when I can’t sleep.”

She lets him have a moment of peace then breaks it.

“He didn’t mean to scare anyone, especially you, you know that right?”

He keeps his eyes on the approaching dawn and stays quiet.

“It’s our job. You know that too.”

It is. He does. Doesn’t make it any easier.

“You’ve done the same. Worse even.”

Also true. Also unhelpful. He knows how to spell hypocrite with only four letters without her help.

“It’s going to be hard, you both knew that, but it’ll be harder if you’re not there when it matters. I know that much.”

Her words hit him hard. What if he hadn’t been there. What if they had moved to different shifts or worse stations. What if he’d heard about it later and it hadn’t worked out as well as it had. What if he’d always have to wonder if he could have saved his husband if he’d been there.

Well he was there and he’d stayed calm even if he’d been more terrified than he’d ever been. He’d done what they promised Bobby they’d do. Their job. He’d listened to his Captain, followed his commands. He’d done exactly what Bobby had said. He’d helped get Eddie out of the mess he was in.

It becomes a little easier to breathe.

“Cap says you handled it well. Did your job. He’s proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too.”

He turns his back on the sunrise because it’s not Hen’s voice this time. His eyes fall on the grazes on his cheek, the deeper cut on his forehead that Chim has treated. He notes every one of the bruises forming on the skin that’s visible and knows there will be more under his clothes that he’ll check later. He looks tired and worried and he’s still far more beautiful than any dawn Buck has ever seen.

Hen’s vanished. It’s just him and his husband, dealing with the aftermath of their first real trauma since they got together.

“Am I forgiven?”

He doesn’t answer just crosses the rooftop to him as fast as he can and holds on, probably too tightly judging by the small sound he makes but Eddie hugs back just as tightly regardless.

“You did your job. Nothing to forgive.”

Eddie kisses his cheek softly, the tension in him vanishing. He sounds relieved.

“So did you, I’m glad you were there.”

He’s not ready to let go yet, and Eddie understands that, so they stay there a while longer, holding each other both remembering the day they shook hands and agreed they could maybe have each other's back.

Today wasn’t the first time they kept that promise and it won’t be the last, it will be hard for them both but they belong beside each other and Buck wouldn’t have it any other way. No matter the cost.

[fatkish]

Funny (Y/N) x MHA

Inside the teachers lounge:

(Y/n): *looking at Aizawa from across their desks* choke me with your thighs daddy.

Aizawa: no

Vlad and Hizashi: *spits out drinks*

All Might: *chokes as blood spills from his mouth*

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All might: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?

Aizawa: Milfs.

(Y/n): Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.

All might: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???

Hizashi: Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.

Hizashi: I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.

(Y/n): Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.

All might: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—

All might: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!

Hizashi: Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?

Aizawa: What? No! It isn't!

Hizashi: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!

(Y/n): Hizashi...

Hizashi: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!

(Y/n): I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.

Hizashi: ALL MIGHT, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!

All might: The word milf has been ruined for me.

Aizawa: THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

(Y/n): Y'all are dumbasses.

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Midnight: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Hizashi: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?

Aizawa: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.

(Y/n): Guys

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All might: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

(Y/n): *sighing* Aizawa.

Aizawa: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Hizashi: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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*Bakusquad is learning CPR on a test dummy*

(Y/n): So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Kirishima: No, (Y/n). They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

(Y/n): No, that’s not part of it—

Mina: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Denki: I would want to live with no legs.

Bakugou: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Sparky. You don’t do anything.

(Y/n): All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.

Kirishima: *pumps frantically*

(Y/n): Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Sero: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Bakugou: How’s that gonna help you Tape arms?

Sero: I will divide and then count to it.

Bakugou: Right.

(Y/n): Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Denki: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Y/n), on the phone: Uh. . Hey, Hizashi , i uh, I’ve been stabbed.

All Might: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?

(Y/n): Wait- You aren’t Hizashi . Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you-

All Might: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED.

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Aizawa: Your smug self-assuredness is revolting.

(Y/n): I think we need to validate self confidence more, lest you end up angry at others for having even a sliver of it. I've done nothing wrong and I have a heart of gold.

Vlad king: I think this message is extremely valid, but also (Y/n) has implied wanting to set off the Yellowstone supervolcano, so what's the truth?

(Y/n): I want to set it off.

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(Y/n): Why are you like this??

Aizawa: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Dabi: I'm trash.

(Y/n): As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Dabi:

Dabi: You smooth motherfucker.

Dabi: And yes it does.

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(Y/n): Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Aizawa: You always act stupid.

Aizawa:

Aizawa: Wait…

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Twice: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Dabi:

Dabi: I'm gonna tell them.

(Y/n): Don't you dare.

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Toga: You really believe in (Y/n)?

Tomura: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

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Kurogiri: I had to pick up (y/n) early.

Mr. Compress: That’s alright. Have they been sick?

Tomura: No, not sick, they’re just very upset because they’ve had a hard day.

Dabi: Wait, why did they have a hard day?

Tomura: They took their two pet snails to school with them today, and they had the snails in their book bag. They let out the snails by the sink in the back of the classroom for some exercise, and some kid, who was visiting the class that day, thought they were snails that had come inside from the playground, so they threw (y/n)’s snails out the window.

Dabi: Oh my god.

Kurogiri: I know you are laughing, guys, but please act sad about it when they get home today.

Dabi: I’ll try but that is hilarious.

Tomura: Yeah, I know. Stupid pet snails.

Tomura: I’m trying not to let (y/n) see me laugh.

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(Y/n): Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Aizawa and I are dating.

Nedzu, Hizashi, All Might, and Aizawa: *gasp*

(Y/n): Aizawa, why are you surprised?!

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(Y/n), about Hizashi and Aizawa: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Aizawa: Excuse me, (Y/n)?

(Y/n): You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Hizashi: ...

Nedzu: I ship it!

All Might: CAN YOU NOT?

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(Y/n): Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water??

Nedzu: Y- you were putting it in cold water??

Aizawa: (Y/n). Answer the question, (Y/n).

(Y/n): Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason.

(Y/n): Plus you think I have the patience to boil water?

Nedzu: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes??

Aizawa: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it?

Nedzu: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?

Aizawa: It takes less than a minute.

Nedzu: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun???

Aizawa: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove?

Nedzu: Like seven minutes??

All Might: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan!

Aizawa: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? All Might? Your stove is enchanted!

(Y/n): Every single person here is a fucking lunatic.

Hizashi: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

[glamourscat]

SWEET LIKE CINNAMON | Ryō Sakurai dating HCS

I’m sorry but dating Ryo Sakurai?!?! sjdjfowowm

He would be THE CUTESTTT. The most adorable BOYFRIEND. Just, he is so precious

Canonically speaking, he is a sensitive and kind guy. Not only he is constantly apologetic but is easy to fluster

He would blush so hard every time you flirt or compliment him

Literally the audio “oh? I am pretty boy? Pretty?” Cue to him being an awkward, flustered mess while inside he is giggling and kicking his feet 

I can see him with someone who’s just as gentle as him, but that can also bring him out of his shell. Not an extrovert, but those types of introverts who can become extroverts with the right people you know? 

Someone who will show him it’s ok to stand up for yourself. Maybe, even someone who’s extremely confident in themselves and will not take shit from anyone. He would find that so hot 

Also, you bet he will be so supportive of you. He is such a supportive teammate, I can’t imagine him being any less with his partner. Coming to see you at your events. Wanna change jobs? Hell yeah, he is right with ya. Wanna travel the world? He has already packed a bag

However, he also has another side. The more competitive, arrogant if not prideful side, when he knows he is right. When he knows he will win. I see this coming out more when he is jealous. He won’t necessarily sulk, but he will be perhaps overconfident for some. “Why would I be jealous? I mean, look at them and look at me? Why would my partner leave me for that?”

His life motto is literally "Don’t do bad things to people that have been done to you"

One of his hobbies is drawing manga. I like to think some of his favourite subjects in school was art and literature. He would draw his s/o 100% From little sketches from before you two got together to proper artwork gifted to you as an anniversary present once together

His type is literally “a drifter girl”.  Meaning he is attracted to a girl who is free-spirited, independent and doesn’t settle in one place for long

Maybe someone who often moves around and is not tied down by commitments or routines. Someone who doesn’t necessarily fit the societal standard. A spontaneous, adventurous and a tad mysterious soul

I can see him with a foreigner. Someone who is from another culture, someone that brings another side to the equation. Travelling with him around the world is truly something not too far fetched. He would be so down

Lastly, he is very good at cooking. Which I feel is one of his love languages. Acts of service/cooking and quality time maybe sprinkled with some words of affirmation— but more for him to receive honestly

Still, he would most definitely try out new recipes and have you there to try them. Or even cook bentos for you too! 

[joelsfavouritegirl]

domestic young!joel headcanons (i wanna be his housewife)

. for joel, if the domesticity isn’t there, he might not wanna be in the relationship and i’m not kidding

. why do i think that? for one, he’s definitely the type of guy to have grown up in your average family-type-shit household; dad wakes the kids up, mom makes breakfast, everyone sits together at the table and eats and chats. i like imagining that joel and tommy actually have a really good relationship with their parents (fully functional family, wow). the second reason is because i think joel just wants to be with someone. i don’t mean be in the dating sense, but just coexist with someone. somewhere where he’s able to say ‘yeah, that’s my girl, and i go home to her every day/night, and we live/cook/clean together. i do shit around the house, she does shit around the house, and we’re damn happy the way it is’.

. so here’s the shit i think joel would adore doing with you (or js watching you do them, or doing them for you)<3

. cooking (i have to get this one out of the way first bc you alr know what i’m boutta say); this man can. not. cook. no matter how capable he is in other fields, cooking is NOT one of them. he’ll try his very best, and he’ll prepare something if you’re too busy to do it, but you shouldn’t expect to be eating a fully edible meal once he’s done. baby boy will burn/spill anything you give him, and he feels bad every time. so, in order to prevent getting poisoned or having to clean up a huge mess every time, he’ll usually leave the cooking to you (or you’ll just order takeout, depends on the day)

. he does however love watching you cook. type of man to lean against the counter, arms crossed as he just watches his girl focus. whether you’re making something complicated from scratch or a simple grilled cheese sandwich, he’s thanking you for it and kissing you on the cheek, offering to clean up the dishes later on so you don’t have to do it

. the only way he’ll (somewhat) succesfully make something is if he’s doing it with you. baking is probably the thing you’ll do most together; pancakes, muffins, brownies whatever it is, he won’t mind making it with you. sure, he’ll be more of a distraction than help but if that’s not the greenest flag i’ve ever seen then idk what is

. another chore i think he’d love is changing the bed. idk why, it’s a very simple and small thing, but he knows how to make it fun. he gets a kick out of it when he sees you struggling to put the sheets on the mattress, cursing and grumbling to yourself. he’ll tease you, poke and prod at your side before pulling the thing down, then smothering you with kisses (which will probably lead to other things, and sometimes you need to switch the brand new sheets with other ones because this man is messy during sex and we love that here)

. another thing he loves? doing the laundry. why? because it’s easy to bend you over (just being honest)

. apart from cooking, i think he knows his way around the work around the house. his mama was a stubborn woman, and she’d be damned if she didn’t teach her boys how to take care of their own homes (which she (relatively) succeeded in doing)

. after you guys move in together (or you just start spending more time at each others places) he starts liking chores a lot more because he gets to do them with you<3

disappeared for 3 months and i’m sawry🫠 classes have been kicking my ass and i’m trying to get my shit together b4 i christmas hits. woke up and decided to write smth cuz i haven’t posted in a while, i apologise for the quality not being fantastic<33