#I know it might just be because he’s gross and doesn’t wash or let us wash his stuff so there’s hair and crumbs and stuff down there

[yaminerua]

oh it was like a nightmare in action watching a spider just drop from the ceiling onto my brother

actual recurring nightmare I have. Absolutely petrified of the thought of one crawling on me or dropping on me either while I’m awake or asleep

and the number of times my brother has had them on his bed walking over his pillow just

hhhhhh god

[cringe--is--dead]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜

Incl. Umemiya, Hiragi, Tsubakino, Choji, Togame

Umemiya

Having grown up in a group home, Umemiya knows how to be the best care giver ever

That being said: he’s also insanely clingy and affectionate on his worst days

He’s attentive to a T

With Kotoha’s help he’s bringing you homemade soup, full of fresh veggies from his garden

He’s making you tea and keeping water bottles near by whenever you even mention wanting a drink

Sends his four kings out to watch over while he’s with you because he refuses to leave your side until your healthy— doesn’t matter if it’s a cold or the flu

Still cuddles with you, despite you telling him he’ll get sick— he tells you his love and affection will make you feel better

Whenever your fever spikes he’s quickly getting a wet cloth, laying it on your forehead and humming a wordless tune or telling you stories softly

He’s there to wake you up whenever you have fever induced nightmares, and holds your hair back if you rush to the bathroom to be sick

If you even feel the tiniest bit insecure because you feel gross and greasy he shuts that down: by telling you:

“In sickness and in health!” “That’s— those are wedding vows?” “Ha, yeah! But think of them as…pre-engagement, pre-wedding vows now! Hey— your face is all red, did your fever spike again?”

If you’re far enough into your relationship he’ll help you bathe: his hands are gentle as he washes your hair, no wandering touches as he helps you clean your body

He’s so soft you nearly fall asleep in the water, lulled into a serene peace by his soft voice and gentle touches

He combs your hair once it’s dry enough, braiding it to keep it out of your face and wrapping you your freshly washed sheets you have no idea when he had time to clean

Overall; 11/10 to take care of you when you’re sick

Even if he does end up getting sick himself after

Hiragi

You probably got sick after he warned you to bring your coat with you or not to stay up too late let’s be real

Dad sighs and twitching eyes

But he’s buying all the best meds and electrolyte drinks

I personally believe this man knows how to cook so he’s making you homemade soup, congee and other things his mom used to make him when he was sick

Brings a type of lemon “candy” that helps with your throat, knows they work because he keeps them on him in case Kaji needs them

He stays with you, but he gives you space

1. Because he needs to make sure he doesn’t get sick— he has to take care of you firstly, and secondly he cannot let Umemeiya free of him for too long

2. Because he knows you’ll want space occasionally; to sleep, to rest, to regenerate your social battery

While you nap he’s cleaning around; washing and folding clothes, doing dishes, organizing your mail— he’s completely husband material

When you want him near he’ll have you lay your head on his lap, and he’ll run his fingers through your hair and read to you— literally any book you choose he’ll read without hesitation

He’ll be so attentive and supportive when you’re sick, and he makes sure to continue to give you vitamins even after to help you avoid being sick again

But even when you are he’ll be there again

15/10 he’s just so HUSBAND MATERIAL

Tsubakino

LOOK

if there’s one thing anyone knows about me it’s I am a Tsubaki stan first and a human second

that being said

I imagine him taking care of you being sick is, while sweet, also a bit panicky

I imagine he has this weirdly insane immune system so he’s hardly ever gotten sick, and he’s also an only child so this isn’t super familiar territory

but he tries

does so much research he might go a bit overboard

“My darling! I got cough medicine, fever reducers, cooling masks, some cough drops Hiragi suggested! I got some water bottles and Suo-chan suggested different teas— I wasn’t sure which one would be best so I got all six! Nirei-chan said to get electrolytes so I got different flavors of those! And Kotoha-chan made soup! And congee! And I can order more, in fact I have a few different soups on the way!”

he just hates seeing you feel so bad

he’s a ball of nerves around you, always checking in on you and asking what you want, what you need, what you’d like

you can’t even be annoyed he’s so sweet

he helps you bathe, much like Umemiya, he’s sweet and attentive

he brings over his own stuff too; bathbombs, shower steamers, hair masks, face masks

he can’t make the illness disappear but you’ll at least feel clean and good on the outside

he takes his time with your hair and face, and he’s basically your personal masseuse in the bath

you’re never felt so relaxed despite being as sick as a dog

even though you’re sick he’s still quick to press kisses to your cheeks and forehead, face red from fever, embarrassment, and lipstick stains now

paints your nails while you rest with a cold press on your head, tells you about the latest debacle between Umemeiya and Hiragi and Sugishita and Sakura

by a miracle he doesn’t get sick

and he stores all the leftover meds and electrolytes (there’s a lot) between your place and his so he’s prepared next time

overall: 1000000/10

realistically: 10/10 (but always 100000/10 in my eyes)

Choji

oh boy

o h b o y

let it be known you try to hide the fact you’re sick from him for as long as possible

read: you fail

he’s showing up at like 7am, waking you up and charging in

did he bring anything?

of course

he’s brought snacks

not healthy ones

you’re not hungry because you’re nauseous, so he just stores them in your fridge and comes to cuddle you

he’ll wait on your every command don’t get me wrong

want water? he’s grabbing you a glass

need to go to the bathroom? he’s helping you up and walking you there, waiting outside the door and helping you back

bored? he’ll tell you all the thoughts in his head! and there’s a lot!

hungry? he’s grabbing those snacks for you!

he’s attentive and sweet, but he definitely is spoiled by Togame so much he’s not entirely sure how to take care of a sick person

but he’s strong so he’ll just beat your illness for you!

he’ll hold you while you rest, turn your fan on when you say you’re hot, turn it off when you’re cold

he tries to braid your hair while you rest, it’s messy but he tried

he ends up getting sick before you’re even better yourself

now Togame is tasked with coming to your place and taking care of both of you

overall: 7/10

he tries he really does

but he charges in with no instructions and just love

which is great but doesn’t treat the flu

Togame

he probably has taken care of an ill choji (^) so he knows what he’s doing

the patience of a saint holy—

he comes to see you when you’re asleep, and he’s silent as he unpacks stuff from the nearby convention store

you wake up startled at him just chilling, probably drinking a ramune and reading something

he keeps his voice soft as he asks if you’re hungry or thirsty

helps you sit up as he hands you a water bottle, and if your hands are too shaky he’d holding it for you to drink out of

he won’t even let you open your mouth to apologize before he’s giving you that stupidly soft smile and telling you he’s happy to take care of you

he keeps the curtains shut so the light in your room is dim, and he brings in candles with your favorite scent so the lights don’t hurt your eyes and the scent helps you feel calmer

not much of a cook himself when it comes to specific food to help you, but he grabbed take out on the way and heats up the perfect portions whenever you’re hungry

not too much so you leave food on the plate but not too little so you’re still hungry after

the man that he is

can definitely see him massaging your hands, your arms and your shoulders cause you’re tense from feeling ill

keeps a bucket or a bag nearby in case you get sick and can’t make it to the toilet

does a little braid to keep your hair out of your face, jokes about how he learned how to braid his hair so he’d he perfect at it for you

tries to brew you tea, and either burns it or under-steeps it

you both opt for just water for the time being

doesn’t get sick, but definitely sleeps for an entire day after you’re healthy

you both do actually— a long sleep cuddled up together

overall; 13/15 i think i made myself fall more in love with him

[lovelivision]

SLEEP OVER PT.2

ʚ⁺˖⤷ part one

pairing: fushiguro toji/reader

wc: 4.8k

summary: the night carries on but you can't forget what toji promised... you're hoping he plans on following through tonight, you just need to try and not make a fool of yourself first

a/n; i finished it... sorry it took me so long to upload it, i'm completely read up on the manga now and i want to end it all but we carry on i guess

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, swearing, dirty talk, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, light pussy slapping, tease!toji, possessive!toji, fingering, cum play, big dick!toji, p in v sex, cockwarming but not really, afab!reader, no use of y/n or pronouns, nicknames used: doll, honey

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

The shower water runs down your body, cleaning you of the mess made, relaxing your muscles. As you wash yourself, you can’t help but wonder when ‘later’ is, what did he mean by it? Did he mean later tonight? Or later as in… a later date? You wish he had been more specific, though he was kind of preoccupied at the time so you can understand the lack of details on his part.

Before you had gotten up to shower, Toji had offered his help but you felt embarrassed accepting the offer and had told him you’d be fine on your own. Now, you kind of regret it, imagining his hard body pressed up against yours has your body getting hot, the thoughts less than innocent.

Hopping out the shower and drying yourself off, you tug on the fresh clothes, mainly the bottoms needed replacing, you feel bad for ruining his clothes and then borrowing more but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, based on his reaction to you in his clothes, you have a feeling he prefers it this way.

Walking back out into the main area you announce to Toji, “The shower’s free.”

“Ah, good, I feel gross,” his face scrunches slightly.

Smiling to yourself, you hum, “Take your time.”

He shuffles off down the hall to the bathroom, wanting to be in fresh clothes as soon as possible… maybe you should’ve let him go first… or at least let him shower with you. You feel a little bad now, in hindsight, he might’ve needed the shower more.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind, you continue your journey into the kitchen. The brownies were too hot before so you let them cool a bit, you’re looking forward to them. It’s been a while since you made some, that’s still kind of true though, since Toji mostly made them.

You can’t help but snicker at the crispy edges, they’re honestly not that burnt. While Toji is in the shower, you cut them up and stack them onto a plate. Obviously, you have one, leaning against the bench and indulging, still yummy. Maybe you’d be a little more bothered by the toughness of them but knowing Toji made them just because of a light-hearted comment from you makes them even better.

Off in the clouds, you think about how much you adore him and his kindness to you, as well as his patience. Eyes slipping closed for a moment, you find yourself thinking about him, under you, moaning, how he spoke to you, how he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life through your clothes. It was honestly quite impressive of him.

Breath against your neck, he asks, “What you thinking about?”

His sudden closeness and low voice makes you jump and gasp, “Toji! Jesus… you scared me…”

He smiles at you, amused, “So?”

“So?” You repeat, not sure what he’s asking and getting even more lost when you notice that he’s only in a towel. It sits low on his hips, water trailing down his abs and beneath the towel. He’s completely distracting, is he talking? He might be talking…

One of his hands grabs your face, your cheeks squishing slightly with how he’s holding you and bringing your eyeline back up to look him in the eyes, “You back?”

You nod wordlessly at him.

“I asked what you were thinking about,” he asks his previous question again.

“Uhmm…” you’re feeling warm, how are you meant to tell him you were thinking about him moaning while you humped against him, “I was thinking about the brownies… they turned out good…”

His eyes watch you in a way that tells you he knows you’re lying… and poorly at that, “Are you sure?”

You try cementing your answer, sticking to your lie, but it sadly comes out more like a question, “Yes?”

Humming, he teases, “You sure you’re not having perverted thoughts ‘bout me?”

Oh god, you might pass out, “I would never… I mean I would… obviously but not just… now…”

As you stumble stupidly, he only lights up more, enjoying your obvious struggle, “You sure? You’re looking awful guilty right now, doll.” His hand lets go of your face but he’s moved in closer, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches you.

Trying to change the subject, you reach for the small bit of brownie you had left, “Try this.” You say, shoving it into his mouth.

He eats the brownie, his brows pulled up in a way that tells you he’s trying not to laugh at how flustered he got you, “You’re cute.”

“And you’re persistent,” you grumble, moving your finger to your mouth, going to lick the rest of the brownie off.

Toji’s hand reaches for you wrist stopping you, before you can process what he’s doing, he’s leaning down and sucking your fingers into his mouth. Tongue licking lightly at you, his eyes dark but playful as he watches how you turn into a sputtering mess in front of him.

He pulls back and comments, “It was good.”

“You are an unbearable–”

“–But you know, it occurs to me…” His body moves closer to yours and his hands reach for either side of your head, “…There is something else I would much rather taste right now.”

Opening your mouth, you go to call his name, tell him he’s an unbearable tease, that he embarrasses you so easily but it’s all lost on you when his mouth is crashing down onto yours. His tongue in your mouth immediately, his lips insistent, fervent, hot. He kisses you dirty and wet, it’s dizzying, he kisses you like you’re a whore and it makes your heart stutter in your chest.

His body crowds you in against the bench, leaning into you, your only choice to grab at his shoulders and try and kiss him back as passionately as he’s kissing you. He gives you a minor reprieve, his lips pulling back, both of you breathing heavy into each other’s mouths. You feel dizzy and stupid, thinking about how large and firm he is pressed up against you.

Breathlessly, you ask, “Is it later yet?”

And fuck, how can Toji possibly say no when you’re looking at him with those big, wet eyes. His kiss pulling you apart like this just makes him want to see how much more he could possibly ruin you. He curses as he tugs you down the hall after him, he’s going to give you what you both need.

In his room, he grabs the pants and boxers of his you’re wearing and tugs them off in one swift motion, “Toji!” You gasp, not expecting his speed.

“Sorry, doll but I need to hurry this along or I’m gonna lose my fucking mind,” he pushes you back until you fall onto his bed, bouncing lightly with the force. Body in the centre of his large bed, you hold your knees together as you jostle. He’s crawling onto the bed after you and resting on his knees, his hands on yours.

Any response you want to or could give dies on your tongue because he’s pulling your legs apart, putting you on obscene display. Eyes staring shamelessly at your wet pussy, you feel red hot and extremely embarrassed. Your hands reach for your shirt and pull it down, covering yourself, trying to retain some of your decency.

Toji growls at you, not approving of your choice, one of his own hands moving off your knees to pull your hand away, “Come on…” he groans, not moving your hand by force even though he definitely could, “Your boyfriend wants to see your pretty, little cunt.”

You whinge, “Toji… it’s embarrassing…”

“No, the fuck it isn’t…it’s fuckin hot,” he sounds pained, desperate, “Please doll…”

Slipping your hand away, you let him do as he pleases. Other hand coming off your knee, he uses both of them to bunch your shirt up your torso. His palms move along your skin, raising goose bumps in their wake, he slowly trails them back to your knees. Then he’s pulling your legs apart again, biting his lower lip as he watches your pussy, eyes stuck on you, on how your cunt twitches for him, how your arousal drools from your cunt.

“I’m putting my mouth on you,” his voice is deep, so effected by you, pussy whipped and he’s not even had you yet.

God, you feel so timid, he makes you feel inexperienced, “…Okay.”

He’s quick to lean down at your acknowledgement, he’s wet, sloppy, licking at you with no particular rhythm. He’s just desperate to taste you, he’s got you arching your back and gasping, fingers digging into the mattress. You’re biting your lip to hold back, not wanting to bother his neighbours but it’s hard when he’s making out with your cunt in such a diabolical way, almost like he’s attempting to get you to scream.

His lips wrap around your clit and suck, a gasped whine resulting from the pressure, a sound that Toji deeply appreciates, the groan he releases at the needy sound sending delicious vibrations through you. Your hips twitch, your thighs going to lock around his head, his hands hold you open. They hold you so open that if he hadn’t just switched from sucking on your clit to fucking his tongue inside your cunt, you might have cared about how lewd the display was.  

Vaguely, you’re aware of the mess he’s making, his saliva and your pussy leaking onto his bed in an absolutely debauched display, “Toji– ah– it’s messy,” you manage to force out.

He grunts into you, his nose rubbing against your clit, he’s not at all concerned with the mess, in fact, he’s fucking in love with it. Pulling back for a moment, he nips your thigh, “Mhmm let’s see just how fuckin messy you can get, doll.”

His words make your insides twist in such a filthy way, his words have an effect on you that you wish you didn’t find so delicious but unfortunately your body is a traitor and you can’t help the way your hole clenches around nothing. Something that Toji takes note of because of fucking course he does, he doesn’t say anything but he hums thoughtfully.

Grabbing higher on your thighs, he puts his mouth back on you, drinking down your slick, relishing in the taste of you. Fuck the goddamn brownies he thinks, this is what a real good sleepover needs.

Blunt nails bite into your skin, the feeling has you buzzing, your hips jerking against his face. Unaware of how you’re desperately rutting into him, seeking more friction, movements needy and so unrestrained. Pleasure addled brain not feeling shame, only Toji’s mouth, his tongue.

The sloppy sounds of him making out with your cunt filling the room, a sound that burns through you, sounding so wet, so ruined, how are you meant to make it out alive when he’s licking at you like a man on the brink of death seeking salvation. Small moans and grunts leaving him at the way you twitch and gush into his mouth, his own pleasure from this immense.

He forces your legs up and apart even wider, something you didn’t think possible, you don’t even know how you’re bending like this. Your fingers are tugging at his bed sheets, your brain fuzzy, your feet feel hot as your orgasm approaches. Gasping out to Toji as your high starts in the tips of your toes and travels up.

Your undoing is the way Toji shakes his head between your legs, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy seizing around his tongue, as he realises you’re cumming, he’s pulling his tongue out of you and latching his mouth onto you instead, drinking you down as you cum into his mouth.

The moan you let out is pornographic and a sound you don’t even really register as something you’re able to do. The way he’s ruined you with his mouth delights him, feeling like he’s on cloud nine at the way you sound so pathetic for him, fucked out from just this much.

He fears he’s going to want to push you so much farther, just how do you look after he’s given you so many orgasms you cry? But fuck as he looks at you in the eyes now, he thinks it wouldn’t take much to make you cry for him at all, your eyes already so so wet for him.

Suddenly he’s struck with the memory of how placid and dazed you looked after he kissed you, he’ll have to remember this for the future too. Now having plans for kissing you until you cry for him, he thinks it might be possible…yeah, looking in your eyes, he definitely feels it possible.

Leaning down over you, he kisses you deeply, just so you can taste yourself on him. Your hazy brain reciprocates, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him down into you, wanting his weight on you. Kissing him makes your heart soar, never sick of his lips, never sick of him.

Trailing kisses from your mouth to your cheek and down your jaw, he speaks into your ear, “Still want it? Or was this enough for you?”

“Never enough, Toji… always want more of you,” the words are murmured back to him, still slightly absent, floating after your orgasm.

“Greedy huh?” He teases, though he has a feeling you might actually be a needy little thing, not that he minds.

Your head tucks into his chest, “Don’t be mean…”

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

You shake your head against him, telling him no, you don’t like it.

He knows it’s a lie though, “You sure? You could’ve had me fooled…” He pulls up and back, looking down at you, his fingers sliding through your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your cunt, “…Making an awful big mess for this mean man.”

Your hips wiggle against him, “Hah– Toji~”

He’s still playing with your pussy, never touching you exactly how you need him to, his fingers just grazing your clit before circling your hole and then back up, “Hmm? Need something?”

You’re reluctant but you don’t have the strength to fight him, choosing instead to give in quickly and hope he shows mercy, “You…please…”

“Me? But I’m so mean to you…” he’s smiling, frankly, too large, enjoying teasing you like this.

“That’s –hah–  true…” your words are spoken through choked gasps, Toji’s still teasing you evilly, “S-should I find ah– someone nicerrr?”

“Oh?” oh, he did not like that, “Should you find someone nicer?”

You don’t know how to reply, “I… uhm…”

“Maybe you should…” his hand slaps against your cunt lightly, the sound of your wet pussy loud in the otherwise quiet room, “But would they make you this fuckin wet? Doll, you really should be more honest with yourself.”

Through your immense embarrassment, you mutter out, “I’m sorry.”

His fingers switch to stroking at you, fingers circling your pussy hole, “I know you are, now say how horny your boyfriend makes you…”

You start off strong, “Toji, you make me…”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch it all,” one of his fingers probes at you, pushing in slightly, he seems to have gotten distracted, “Look at the way your pussy sucks my finger in, needy fuckin thing.”

Forcing yourself, you rush out, “You make ah– mehorny, Toji~”

“Don’t I fuckin know it,” he laughs wistfully, eyes on your cunt and how his finger is gently fucking into you.

You’re getting frustrated, you want to feel full, you want him inside you, you want him to do something more. You want him to show mercy or pity or something, anything that will have him shoving his cock inside you.

“I want–”

He cuts you off, voice curt, “–Why should I care what you want? I’m mean, remember?

“No nononono, you’re so –ah nice to me, Toji. Always treating me so nicely, make me so happy,” you’re desperate but you’re also not lying.

“That so?”

Nodding your head, you add, “Mhm, yeah, make me feel so cared for.”

He sounds amused, “Changed your mind pretty quick there, doll.”

“I want you inside me,” you all but sob out.

He coos at you, “I am inside you.” His finger pumps, curling upwards, stroking your inner walls in a way that makes your stomach seize with pleasure.

Shaking your head, you whinge, “Want your –mmph.”

He’s smiling too large for someone who’s feigning ignorance, “Want my what?”

“Please fuck me, Toji,” you look at him with wet eyes, pleading with him, “please pleasepleaseplease.”

The sight of you begging for him to fuck you has him folding embarrassingly quickly but you look like you could cry and he’s suddenly not got the strength to tease you anymore. “Alright, doll,” he hushes you; you’re still pleading quietly with him.

He eases his finger out of you, his hands tugging your shirt off quickly before pulling his towel off. Leaning down, he presses soft kisses to your head, trying to make up for how worked up he got you, maybe he should’ve been nicer to you for your first official time together.

“I’m okay… I’m fine.”

He moves back to look you in the eye, “You sure?”

Nodding, “Mhm, yeah, promise,” you smile up at him and he thinks you look beautiful right now.

“Alright… Remember to breathe through it.”

And at the time that comment had seemed incredibly egotistical of him but as he’s pressing the tip of his cock into you, you understand his advice a little bit more. It wasn’t his ego talking, it was his experience and concern and you find your lungs stuttering as you struggle to intake breath as he stretches you open.

“Breathe, doll, relax,” he reminds, his thumb circling your clit, trying to get you to relax for him.

You’re practically choking his dick, your cunt fluttering around him, he can’t move the tiniest bit forward without the grip you have on him increasing. Your small moans and gasps making it difficult for him to maintain focus, he’s trying to be so careful, he knows how big he is and as much as he jokes about being mean, the absolute last thing he’d want to do is hurt you.

“Honey, you need to relax,” he’s trying to keep his tone even and soothing but he sounds strained, his focus continually drawing back to your pussy and how you’re trying so hard to take him, “Taking me so well, just breathe for me.”

His voice praising you and being so kind makes your heart ache, his free hand strokes up and down your thigh, calming. Finally, you ease up slightly and he slips deeper, the sounds you both let out are ones of relieved pleasure, the pain ebbing away. You want him deeper; your legs wrap around his waist and you tug him down into you.

You don’t get to pull him in that far, his hand moving to your pelvis and holding himself back, “Doll,” it comes out through gritted teeth, his restraint wavering, “I know it feels good –holy fuck– I know but you’re going to hurt yourself if you force it.”

You sigh out, “Wan it.”

“You think I don’t?” He snipes back.

“Wanna feel full, Toji.”

His eyes look dark, full of promise, “You will.”

It’s a process, taking all of him, he pulls his hips back and fucks you carefully on just about half his cock, taking it slow. He’s already getting lost in pleasure, it runs up his spine and into his limbs. Slowly but surely, he opens you up on his dick, eventually fucking you full of him.

The moment he bottoms out and can fully press up against you has you keening into him, your nails on his back and your legs hugging him close. Before he picks a pace, he holds steady for a moment, enjoying your skin on his, the feeling of your snug cunt wrapped around him sinfully tight. Quite frankly, he can’t move too soon, he might blow his load deep inside you before he can manage to get you to cream on his cock and that would be an awful shame.

You don’t know what he’s waiting on, he’s so fucking big inside you, tip kissing your cervix, he’s pressing up against all the most perfect spots but he’s just laying on top of you. He’s kissing your cheek and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. He’s being so tender with you and if you weren’t so desperate and dazed, you’d find it more endearing but right about now, you just want him to fuck you within an inch of your life.

Sick of the wait, you rut up into him, grinding pitifully against him, “Move…” you huff out before tacking on a pretty “please,” for good measure.

“Just a moment more, honey,” he hums, nosing at the side of your face, “Be patient.”

He’s twitching inside you and he feels so fucking hot and heavy and you’re not able to think straight. You want it so bad and he’s not giving it to you, he’s been so mean. You’re gushing around him so obscenely, your cunt drooling on him and the bed, the mess you’re making getting worse by the second but all you can think about is how good just the weight of him inside you is and if he doesn’t move you’re going to fucking cry.

Regretfully, you choke on a small sob, “I’ve been so patient though.”

Oh, and the sound of you so pathetic makes Toji nearly dump all his cum inside your tight cunt in that same second and when he pulls back to look at you the sight is no better. You’ve actually begun shedding a couple tears over him not fucking you and if he were a better man he would be ashamed over just how turned on he gets from it. But he’s not a better man, and he’s mean.

“Aw honey,” he coos at you, cruelly, “Crying over my dick?”

“Please, be nice to me?”

He kisses you hotly, tongue in your mouth, his kiss devouring and full. He nips you a little as he pulls back, “And how do I do that?”

You frown at him, somewhat exasperated and on the brink of sobbing, “Fuck. Me.”

“Anything for you, doll,” he smiles at you in an unkind way.

He says that but he’s been such a bastard and a tease tonight, you want to say something in reply about how he’s not made it feel like that but the heavy drag of his cock pulling from you and slamming back in very suddenly has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, choked moans forcing themselves from you.

The pace he sets is brutal and the sight of you going so stupid so soon has a dark chuckle leaving him, extremely pleased with himself and the state of you. Your cunt seems to love him a lot, sucking him right back in the second he leaves, he wasn’t lying earlier, you really do take him so well.

So responsive and so fucking wet, walls soft and gooey and soaked. A part of him thinks he may have died and gone to heaven because there’s no way a feeling like this exists on the awful planet he’s currently living on but then he looks down at you and hears the way you sigh and moan for him and he remembers that you are very real and he is very much alive.

Every time he pulls his dick from you and shoves it back inside, more of your slick gushes from you and onto the bed and of course he’s going to tease you for it, “Got such ah– messy pussy, doll.”

You whinge at him, not enjoying his observation but that also makes him chuckle because he didn’t mean it in a bad way. There isn’t anything about fucking you that is bad to him, you’re divine, thighs twitching and cunt fluttering on him deliciously. He’d say he could die a happy man right now but he thinks before that can happen he needs to have the sinful sight of you creaming on his cock burned into his memory.

His pace is dizzying, are you even still present? He’s in so deep it almost hurts, your head moves to the side, tears slipping from your eyes again but for completely different reasons. The pleasure you’re feeling overwhelming in more ways than just one. Is sex meant to feel like this? If it is, you’ve been doing it wrong.

Toji’s hand pulls your face back to him, “Keep your –hnng– eyes on me.”

“I ha– can’t, it’s toooo much,” you whimper to him, the sound of it making his dick twitch.

He shakes his head at you, “Be good and just do as I say.”

You’ll try, you will but keeping your eyes from rolling back is so hard and his eye contact is so intense and you’re already so fucking close to cumming like this. You see the moment Toji realises this, his eyes lighting up and his pace quickening.

“Fuck,” he curses at the way you tighten around him, it slows his pace slightly, making it harder for him to fuck you through it, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

“Toji, I hah–”

“I know,” he grunts, “Go on, doll, soak me.”

God he sounds wrecked, his words send you over the edge and you cum all over his dick, your cunt seizing on him. Slick coating his cock, white, creamy ring forming at the base of him. His eyes lock onto the sight, enjoying the obscene display, relishing in it. It was everything he fucking wanted and more. He could make you cum on his dick for hours, just to see how sticky and messy you could make him.

The pitiful little whimpers of his name that you let out and the tears staining your cheeks have him almost cumming inside you. At the last second he pulls out and furiously jacks himself off, his dick twitching as he releases all over your pussy, aiming at your lower stomach and cunt, next time he’s going to remember to ask if he can cum inside because that’s the only thing that could’ve made this better for him. Distantly, he thinks it might not be too late to ask.

“Hey, honey…” you hum out at him and he continues, “You on birth control?”

It takes you a second, like your brain is buffering, “Mhm.”

At your answer, he begins scooping his cum up with two fingers and gently pushing it inside your perfect pussy. His attention completely and fully on the way you twitch and try to push out what he stuffs inside you. It makes you whine; you’re feeling incredibly sensitive, your legs try to close but he keeps them open, not done watching yet.

“So fuckin messy,” he comments.

You sulk out at him, “Stop.”

He laughs at your objection, “Sorry, doll.” He leans down and kisses your cheek softly; a stark contrast to how he fucks.

You’re not completely present still, fighting the urge to sleep, Toji’s bed is soft but you notice that his warmth isn’t nearby and you try to push yourself up, only half succeeding. Toji walks back into the room, sweats low on his hips and a cup of water in his hand. He helps you into a full sitting position.

“Drink this,” he hands you the cup and you take it with two hands, feeling weak and shaky. He’s smiling so fondly at you.

Quickly, he goes to the bathroom to find and dampen a washcloth. Once he’s back in the room, he cleans you up carefully, first he wipes your tear-stained cheeks, trying so hard to be gentle. Then he moves to wipe your skin of his and your own cum.

You’re still holding the now empty cup as you sit and sway slightly. He plucks it from your grasp and places it on the nightstand before discarding the washcloth. On his way back to you he finds the shirt of his you had on previously, slipping it back on you. You’re completely pliant like this, eyes barely open, he gets into bed behind you, his front to your back.

“Did such a good job,” he whispers into your ear, kissing you there.

“I think…” you lean back into him more, snuggling in, “You nearly killed me.”

“I went easy on you,” he murmurs back. It’d be funny if you thought he was joking but you have a nagging feeling that he is not.

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[bwabys-scenarios]

lemme help you out girl 😜 feitan icks and headcannons??😘

I already did Feitan icks but I actually have a few more!! These are more icky than my other post so beware of that!!

pt 1

Feitan icks

-he has, on more than one occasion, reached into the back of your panties to adjust your pad for you. He sees this as romantic or at least cute, but you are HORRIFIED. Yes he’s done this in public.

-he is a real weirdo. likes to sniff you after you’ve worked out or gotten all sweaty and gross. it’s uncomfortable having him all over when you’re stinky and sweaty, but he says he likes your natural scent

-steals random items of yours. it ranges from your underwear and chapstick, to the gum you just spit out(YUCKY!!)

-the absolute worst cook do not let him anywhere near your kitchen!! he would 100% not cook chicken all the way and expect you to eat it

-never smells… good. he might not smell awful all the time but he never smells good. there’s always this vague metallic scent that follows him wherever he goes

-uses your toothbrush. again, this is another thing he sees as romantic and it brings you two together!! it does not, and when you find out you just sigh and start hiding your toothbrush. he finds it every time, though

-he doesn’t like to be touched most of the time, but he also CRAVES it. you never know exactly what he wants when he lingers in the doorway of your room. is he hungry? did you accidentally turn his only white shirt pink again in the wash? does he want to watch that weird horror movie with you again? no, he wants to eat you out and hold your hand. he won’t say that though. he’ll just stare at you until you get the hint

-reads your diary… mostly to make sure you’re not hiding anything important to from him

-he’s mean to your friends :( mostly because they’re way too touchy and don’t like him either

[tommi3boy]

“You spoil me rotten sometimes, you know that.” | {SDV Harvey x GN! Reader}

Word count: 608

Warning: alcohol use, no name used

Pairing: Harvey x gn! reader

A/N: established relationship, married life fluff, sharing some wine with your man in the bath

The summer heat was beating down on Stardew Valley. You’ve been dying in this heat, but the crops love summer time. Especially your orange trees; which had given you the bright idea to try and make an orange wine for your partner. Harvey is a big fan of wine so you’re sure he’ll enjoy it.

After what felt like an eternity, the wine was finally done fermenting. You did a quick taste test of the wine, it came out to be quite tart and light in color. You went ahead and bottled the wine and put it away so that Harvey and you could enjoy it with dinner that night.

-

The sun was finally starting to get low in the sky, you thought you’d call it a day and clean up before dinner.

Harvey greeted you as you walked into your shared home. “Hi honey, you’re home a bit early. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m just fine. Thought I’d wash off a bit before dinner is all.”

Harvey took a big stretch, his usual motion when he’s been sitting in a chair all day. “That sounds like a good idea, mind if I join you?”

That question gave you a new idea, “When have I ever said no to that.” you gingerly kissed your partner and asked “Can you start the bath? I’m gonna get us some clothes.”

You did go to get some clothes, but you also got the wine out and some mugs. It’d probably be more romantic if you had actual wine glasses but you keep forgetting to buy some.

You had paid Robin extra on the bathroom remodeling to make the bathtub bigger. Money well spent, and Robin definitely knew why you asked for that sort of request and didn’t even bat an eye.

-

You walked into the shared bathroom, Harvey was in the process of undressing while the bath filled.

He hadn’t even noticed you brought in wine, he was preoccupied getting into the steamy bath. Harvey let out a small sigh of relief once he got comfortable with his back resting against the porcelain. You were setting the mugs down on the counter and filling one of them with wine to hand to Harvey.

“Here, I made us some wine out of the oranges I’ve been growing.”

You could practically see hearts in Harvey’s eyes. “You spoil me rotten sometimes, you know that.” He gratefully took the mug from you.

After you set your own mug down near the bath, you undressed and joined Harvey in the bath across from him, “Let me know how you like it, it might be a little sweet for your taste.”

Harvey took a generous sip of the wine, “I think it’s delicious, the citrus is very refreshing.” He then took another swig and set the mug down to the side. “I’m so grateful to be able to call you mine, you make me feel so loved.”

All you did was make him wine, such a simple gesture was all it took to turn Harvey into mush. Kind of made you wonder if he’d ever been actually appreciated by someone before.

-

After he finished his wine, you got an amazing back and scalp massage. He helped you scrub away all the dirt and grime you’ve been collecting. In the past, you’ve rejected Harvey joining you when you bathe because of how gross you get during the day. However this man doesn’t care one bit. “Nothing that can’t be rinsed off.” He’d say.

Once the water started getting cold, Harvey and you dried off; and then took the remainder of the wine to your shared bedroom to finish.

A/N: let me know if I should do a part 2 :)

[warriorofdragons]

New Beginnings

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Language, Spiderperson! Reader

Summary: Miguel finds out that his wife might be pregnant and struggles to both confront her and come to terms with being a father again.

Notes: I only know some broken Spanish, but I did double-check the words I used, sorry if my grammar’s not the best.

Miguel walks into the kitchen where the love of his life is busy tying up a garbage bag. She starts to heft up one of the three bags at her feet grunting in the process and Miguel stops her, “What are you doing?” he asks. “Taking out the garbage?” she asks. He places his hand over hers and slips the strings out of her fingers, “I’ll take it out.” She smiles up at him, “Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and get started on supper then.” Miguel lifts up the other two bags easily lifting them all with one hand. His wife turns the water on in the sink and stares at him sideways shaking her head at him, but still smiling nonetheless. “You didn’t really think I’d let you carry all of this by yourself?” he asks. “Well, hurry up and get back so you can help me with dinner,” she laughs. Miguel laughs too, and then he turns towards the door to their apartment. He opens it and steps out and then locks it behind him. He almost always takes the trash out so he’s not sure why she was already in the midst of doing it herself. Especially since it appeared to be rather heavy for her, it’s not like he particularly minds this chore either. He walks down the hallway and takes a right. Come to think of it, she took the trash out last week too. He remembers he had just been heading back home when he turned the corner and saw her trying to lift a particular heavy garbage bag into the shoot opening. He had immediately rushed forward to help her and asked why she didn’t wait for him come home first if the bags were too heavy for her to manage by herself. She had seemed briefly startled by him and though he knows she’s not as strong as him, he’s never made her feel like she was less than him because of it. Miguel takes a left this time and spots the trash shoot. She did express wanting to do things herself sometimes, although oddly enough she didn’t protest him taking it out this time. Miguel hefts the first bag of trash and opens the shoot and sends it on it’s way. He lifts the second bag and as he pushes it into the opening of the shoot, the bag catches on one of the sharp metal edges and rips it open, spilling it’s contents onto the hallway’s floor. Miguel groans, great. He pulls the bag back from the shoot and more trash spills out, and he sets the entire bag down on the floor, before grabbing the third bag and carefully placing it into the shoot. Miguel then stoops and turning the bag upside down so that the drawstring part of it is now on the bottom, he starts filling it back up again. “¡Carajo!” Miguel sighs as his fingers come into contact with something sticky. Now he’s going to have to wash his hands when he gets back inside. He tries to carefully put the gross bits of food back into the bag by grabbing old napkins and tissues and scooping it up. At least there’s a lot of bathroom trash in this bag so there’s not as much really gross stuff to worry about. Miguel scoops up another of handful tissues and an empty pink box clatters away from him. The bright color draws his eye and he reaches for it next, but just as he’s about to put it back in the bag, something about the label catches his attention. He reads it. And then he reads it again before it dawns on him what it is. He looks inside the box to find it empty and then looks back at the front of the empty pregnancy test box. Miguel then sets the box down on the floor and starts searching through the rest of the trash on the floor and when he doesn’t find it, he searches through the rest of the bag. One of his neighbors opens their apartment door clearly dressed to go somewhere and when the old woman spots him, she eyes him still currently crouched on the floor in a pair of flip flops rummaging around through his own trash. “Uh…I lost my ring,” Miguel lies even though his wedding band is still clearly on his finger. The old woman shakes her head at him as she shuffles past him towards the elevator. When she’s gone he sighs heavily and continues searching. And only when he’s searched the whole bag twice does he realize that the Actual Test is not there. That’s strange considering all of the bathroom trash is in this bag, and they only have one trash can in their bathroom. Miguel looks back towards the shoot and briefly considers going all the way down to the trash room just to see if one of the other bags might have the test, but he quickly thinks better of it. He stuffs the rest of the trash back into the bag, she’s probably wondering what’s keeping him. He saves the pregnancy test box for last and looks at it one final time. He desperately wants to know what it said. There’s a part of him that realizes it could have been negative and she didn’t want to get his hopes up, but another part of him is nagging at him and telling him that it’s not a coincidence that the test and the test box ended up in two separate bags. Then he remembers that she took out the trash last week and he about drops the trash bag as he drives the heel of his left palm into his forehead. He literally Helped her throw away the evidence! He was her unwilling accomplice. And now she’s the only one who knows what it said. He looks back in the direction of his apartment and then back at the box and throws it into the bag before tying up the torn edges of the garbage bag as best he can. He tosses it down the shoot finally and quickly strides back to his apartment. If she would go to these lengths to hide it from him, it must have been positive…right? It couldn’t have been negative, so she would be pregnant. Is she really pregnant? With his child? She’s always told him how much she wants to be a parent and they both adore her nephews. Miguel is certain that she would make a great mother…he’s just not so sure that he would make a great father. Miguel pauses as his hand hovers over the door handle and tries to calm his rapid breathing. Whatever the truth is, she clearly hadn’t wanted to tell him she even took the test. He can’t exactly blame her, even with all he’s talked about it and her helping him sort through his feelings along with his therapist, Miguel’s still not sure he’s prepared for her to tell him that she’s actually, genuinely pregnant. If he had the chance to hold this baby right now he still doesn’t know if he’d be prepared for the reality of caring for and raising another child. He blinks and wets his lips, his mouth gone dry and is oddly comforted by the fact that that’s a thought many first time parents have had even though…he is not. But his situation has been shared by others before him as well, perhaps not quite the same. The only difference in his case is that the questions are: Do I deserve this? And will I be good enough? Miguel looks up towards the door as he makes out the faint sounds of his wife’s humming and chopping of a knife on a cutting board. He wonders how she feels about all this? If she truly is carrying his baby and shouldering the responsibility all alone, something she has warned him about time and time again being Spiderman, and all because he can’t handle it? Then he feels he isn’t being a very good partner to her.

Miguel takes a steadying breath and tries to steal his nerves and finally opens the door. She instantly looks up at him and smiles that lovely, bright smile of hers that he adores so much. And for a moment he’s able to quell the painful churning in his chest. “What took you so long?” she asks. And Miguel is reminded of his discovery as she glances back down at the vegetables she’s chopping. “Bag split open,” he says in an even tone, “Trash went everywhere.” He watches her carefully and he sees there’s a small flicker of nervousness on her face as he says this, but then she turns away and dumps the vegetables into the pot. And when she turns back around it’s gone completely, “Eww, gross. I’m sorry, Miguel.” He closes the door behind him and slips off his shoes and makes his way over to the kitchen sink, “I bet you’re glad you didn’t take out the trash now.” “I mean…a little, but now I feel bad that you had to pick up trash,” she says throwing him a sympathetic smile over her shoulder. Miguel washes his hands thoroughly glad to be rid of the sticky food substance on his fingers, but also still focused on the task at hand as he dries his hands on a towel and turns to stare at her back as she returns to her chopping. Setting the towel back down he steps towards her, busy with dinner preparations, and then lightly touches her waist first before wrapping his arms around her. She stops chopping for a moment or two when she feels him touch her, and as his hands rest themselves comfortably against her stomach, she begins chopping again. Miguel presses his chest to her back and leans down and presses his nose into her hair. “You know…you were supposed to be helping me with dinner,” she begins, “But seeing as you had to clean up trash, I’ll let it slide.” Miguel hums in response as he inhales her scent. He can smell her shampoo and the spices that have wafted up into her hair from the soup she’s making, but other than that, she doesn’t smell any different. She smells like she always does…wonderful and like home. He strokes over her stomach, it’s too soon for her to start showing. She giggles as her head turns slightly, “Baby?” And Miguel realizes that she’s finished chopping as he continues to cling her. They often say that pregnant women are glowing. Is it just because they’re happy? Or is it hormones? Miguel reaches around her and takes the cutting board for her, “Let me get that,” he says and then unwraps himself from around her and steps over to the pot on the stove and dumps the ingredients in. He looks back over at her and she’s smiling softly and gazing at him very lovingly. She always looks happy to see him. She then turns and puts the knife in the sink and holds out her hand for the cutting board, and Miguel hands it to her and she rinses them both off before stepping over towards him by the stove. She seasons the food and then takes the nearby wooden spoon she set out and stirs everything together. He smiles at her and presses himself to her back again and bends down to pepper her neck with kisses. She giggles softly, “Miguel. I’m trying to cook.” “Mmm and you’re doing a wonderful job of it, Mi Amor,” he hums. She reaches up her free hand and runs it through his hair. He closes his eyes gently and enjoys the soothing strokes against his scalp. This is going to be harder to figure out than he thought. Of course when this day started this is not even close to the dinner he’d thought he’d be having tonight.

After supper is done and they’ve finished eating they spend some time curled up together on the couch and continue watching the movie they started yesterday. Miguel had kept a close eye on her at dinner to see if she had any changes in appetite that might be another indicator on whether or not she was carrying his child. But she ate about as much as she usually would although she did complain about a little bit of heartburn after their meal. But that could also be contributed to the fact that it was a spicy dish, and she did add just a little bit more of the peppers she was using than usual to make it spicier. It wasn’t too spicy for Miguel’s taste of course and it didn’t overpower or cancel out the other flavors in the soup, and it was her idea to add more not his, and she didn’t even drink more to douse it. Right now he’s having a hard time following the plot of the movie they’re watching because he’s too busy hyper-analyzing her every move. He tries to pull his focus back to the film, by assuring himself that she would tell him. But not even a minute passes by before the seeds of doubt take root once again. “Miguel?” she asks softly. “Hm?” he hums. “Did you hear what I said?” she asks. Shit. Miguel’s mind races as he tries to remember what she said and failing that he tries to guess, but his mind is blank, “Um…” he mutters instead. “Did you just not think it was funny?” she asks, disappointment creeping into her voice. “No, Mi Vida-¡Carajo!” Miguel curses, “I meant no, I didn’t Hear you.” He glances up at the tv and notices that it’s paused. How long has it been like that? She turns in his arms and stares up into his eyes, “You seem very distracted tonight, Miguel,” she whispers and then she reaches up a hand to stroke his cheek with her knuckles. Miguel’s eyes slip closed and he ponders for a moment. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” he answers meeting her gaze again. She studies his face for a few moments, looking him over and then locking eyes with him again, “What’s going on in that head of yours?” She can read him like a book and knows better than anyone when something’s eating at him, especially when he’s afraid to tell her what it is. And normally he would tell her. He would cave to her soft eyes and voice and they would lay here and he’d tell her all about what’s bothering him and his anxieties for the future and she would listen. But his words get caught in his throat just as he opens his mouth and he can’t. He can’t say anything, because the fear takes hold in his heart of everything that could go wrong, and nothing comes out. There’s too much and it all gets caught in the tightening of the dam in his chest and nothing gets past it. She blinks slowly as she looks at him and then her eyes close and she leans up and gingerly presses her lips to his. Miguel closes his eyes and softly moves his lips against hers. And as they part he can’t stop the pair of tears that slip from his eyes. And even though she doesn’t know why, she still swipes them away with her thumb anyways. “Let’s go to bed,” she says gently. She slowly rises from the couch, takes his hands in hers and pulls Miguel up with her. The movie is turned off and the tv forgotten as she ushers him to their bedroom. They brush their teeth silently next to each other and then Miguel strips out of his clothes to sleep in his boxers as she picks out one of his shirts from the dresser to change into. The light is turned off and the covers are pulled back and Miguel wraps himself around her and presses his face into the crook of her neck. He focuses on her heartbeat under his lips at her pulse point and listens to the sounds of her breathing for a long while. His fingers stroke over her stomach lightly before he pulls them back sharply and then places his hand overtop hers, suddenly fearful of his sharp claws somehow sinking into her abdomen against his will. Which is a ridiculous thought he realizes almost as soon as he has it because he has great control of his claws and this isn’t even the first time today he’s held her. So why would he now? But the longer that he’s awake the more the anxiety gnaws at him. That he won’t be able to take care of her. That he won’t be a good father, that he’ll ruin everything again, that he’ll do this or that, and a thousand other things. Miguel lifts his head up and carefully extricates himself from her. And only when he’s sitting up in bed does he realize his chest is heaving. He swallows and the lump passes painfully through his chest. So he gets out of bed and starts putting on his suit. But when he starts to put his arms through it a soft voice calls out, “Miguel?” And it would seem she wasn’t as sound asleep as he thought she was. “Where are you going?” she asks. He finishes putting on his suit and turns to face her, and with his heightened senses he can make out her features perfectly and the confusion in her eyes is as plain as day. “Lyla called me in to check on something,” he lies. She starts to sit up and pull the covers back, “Do you need my help?” “No,” he says quickly, “It shouldn’t take long, go back to sleep.” She hesitates for a moment, but starts to lean back into the mattress and he watches the confusion be replaced by disappointment. “Okay,” she relents, “Miguel?” “Yes, Querida?” he asks. “Be safe,” she says. A smile tugs at his lips as he places his palms on the bed and leans over to her and kisses her desperately…and then he pulls away.

He feels guilty for leaving her like that and he feels angry at himself for lying about it as he swipes through footage from across the multiverse. There’s nothing pressing that requires his attention, but he knew there wouldn’t be. “Lyla, can you get me a better view on Hobgoblin-2103?” he asks. There’s a flicker of yellow light in his peripheral and he continues swiping away at his screens. He’s sure there are bags forming under his eyes and his feet ache from standing for so long, but working is the only thing keeping his mind off of his anxieties. He needs to keep busy or it’ll just consume his thoughts again. Usually work is the thing that’s stressing him out and spending time with his wife is what eases his mind and heart. But not this time. He realizes then that there’s been no response from his chatty A.I. assistant which is very unlike her, “Lyla-“ But as he turns to look at her, Lyla has her arms crossed and has fixed him with her strongest glare. “Are you giving me the silent treatment?” Miguel ask raising a brow. Lyla looks at him for a moment and then looks at all of his open screens, nearly a dozen in total, and waves her hand at them and closes all of them. “¡Oye!” he exclaims trying to reopen them. Lyla immediately closes the two he opened again forcing him to look at her, “What gives?!” he demands. “What Gives?!” she repeats indignantly, “What gives, is that you’ve left her wondering where you are and when you’re coming home.” Miguel winces as the guilt washes over him, “I just needed some time to think.” “You’ve been here four hours, Miguel,” she says narrowing her eyes through her heart-shaped sunglasses, “I think you’ve done enough ‘thinking’,” she says bending her index and middle finger for emphasis. Miguel rubs the back of his neck, “Has it been that long already?” “Look you’re tired, she’s worried, just go home already,” Lyla says her face softening. Miguel sighs, “What do I do if she’s really-And I’m going to be-“ he stops and then wets his lips as he turns his gaze downwards and shakes his head. “Look, I can’t answer that for you. I just know that whatever you do, you’ll do it together,” Lyla says. Miguel looks up at her flickering image. “That’s what a partnership is all about, yeah?” Lyla asks with her usual optimism returning. “I tried earlier to talk to her, but I just…couldn’t get the words out,” Miguel says lifting and lowering his shoulders in defeat. Lyla seems to think for a moment, “Well, just start by telling her that you found the box. If it turns out she is pregnant, chances are she’ll have a lot to say to you too.” Now Miguel is thoughtful for a moment, for an A.I. with no family and only programmable feelings, she certainly has picked up a thing or two about interpersonal relationships from him and other members of the Spider Society. “But what if-“ Miguel begins “Blegh!” Lyla exclaims throwing her hands up and blinking out of and back into existence for a split second, “MIGUEL! You’re stuck trying to solve Only Half of an equation,” she says holding up one hand in front of her, thumb pointed towards herself, “Hm?” she hums and then she lifts her other hand and does the same and then slowly joins her palms together, and then she gestures with her clasped hands towards him, “Hm!” “You’re right,” Miguel says. “Good, now don’t come back until you’ve talked to her and had at least eight hours of sleep,” she says turning her back to him and opening a screen in front of her. He goes to open his mouth again, but she stops him by lifting her hand, “Up, up!” “Gracias, Lyla,” he says as he steps off the platform.

When he quietly creeps back into his bedroom, her back is to him. He slips out of his suit and peels back the covers and shifts over to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist he tries not to disturb her too much, but she stirs anyways. “Baby?” she asks voice heavy with sleep. “I’m here,” he whispers into her hair before pressing a kiss to her temple. Her body goes lax again and she more than lets him slip his hand under hers to rest against her stomach. Miguel rests his face in the crook of her neck once again and breathes a deep sigh. And when he wakes it’s to the sound of retching.

He quickly throws back the covers and leaps out of bed, taking only a moment to notice that the sound is coming from the bathroom, and as he reaches for the door the toilet flushes. Turning the knob slowly, Miguel peers into the bathroom. She’s sitting on the floor with her cheek pressed to the cold surface of the nearby tub with the toilet lid up. She’s so dazed, she doesn’t even notice him come in. Miguel grabs a washcloth and runs it under some cool water before wringing it out. She looks up finally when his shadow passes over her and he pulls her hair aside and places the rag on the back of her neck. She sighs in relief and Miguel takes a moment to press the back of his hand to her forehead. She’s very warm and obviously still reeling from her upset stomach. He sits down on the floor next to her, making sure not to block her path to the toilet. “Not feeling well?” he asks even though the answer is obvious. It takes a moment for her to respond, “…yeah…” Miguel pushes the hair that had fallen away from her face and she adjusts her cheek pressed against the tub. He stays like that with her for a few minutes, rubbing her back soothingly until she’s ready to stand. He helps her up, keeping one arm wrapped around her middle. She lets out a sigh and he takes the washcloth off of the back of her neck as she heads for the sink. Miguel carefully lets her go, keeping a hand on her back to make sure she’s steady on her feet before setting the washcloth down on the edge of the tub and lowering the toilet lid. She washes her face with cool water and then rinses her mouth out by cupping water in her hands. “Do you need to go to a doctor?” Miguel asks brushing his knuckles over her cheek and she leans into his touch. “No, I don’t think so,” she says slowly. He feels like he’s holding his breath as he stands on the edge of a building not knowing if he should take the leap and ask her if she’s pregnant and if this is morning sickness. “Do you want me to make you breakfast?” Miguel asks instead, “Or do you not feel like eating anything yet?” he winces, realizing his mistake. She looks up at him quizzically, “Miguel, that was breakfast. It’s almost two p.m.” “Oh,” he mutters. “What time did you get in last night?” she asks. “I don’t really remember,” he admits, “Just late.” She dries her hands and face with a towel. “You don’t remember me crawling into bed next to you?” he asks. “Vaguely…I know I woke up to you holding me so tightly it was hard to wiggle out of your grasp so I could go to the bathroom,” she laughs placing a hand on his cheek. “Sorry,” he chuckles. He then bends down and presses a kiss to her forehead. After Miguel gets dressed they make their way to the kitchen and after she gets something to drink, she starts snacking on plain chips not even five minutes later. While Miguel sets the soup pot back on the stove to warm up for lunch and as he’s waiting he sees her perk up when the smell wafts through the apartment. She looks a little less weary and her movements stop being sluggish by the time Miguel turns the heat down and fixes himself a bowl of soup. “Can I have some soup too?” she asks stepping next to him with a bowl already in hand. Miguel smiles at her and spoons some soup into her bowl for her, “I see you’ve got your appetite back.��� She smiles sheepishly, “Yeah.” And as they sit down to eat, while last night where her appetite had been fairly normal, today it is voracious. She almost scarfs it down and only slows down after she goes back for a second bowl. And he’s almost convinced she’s going back for a third bowl, but she places it into the sink instead. And then she does something that surprises him, she places her hand on her abdomen and caresses it, even letting it linger there for a good second or two too long. Miguel stands up from his chair and walks towards her, but she stops when she hears his chair scrape across the floor. She smiles up at him lovingly and he hands her his bowl and she places it into the sink too. He moves to cover the soup pot with the lid and remove it from the burner. He should say something. Anything at this point. He can’t keep going on like this not knowing, but he looks to her and instead of saying anything at all, just stares at her in awkward silence. She purses her lips as she places her hands on her hips and shifts uncomfortably. “Did you…want to try watching that movie again?” she asks. And Miguel is mostly certain the suggestion is just to break the tension. “Yeah,” he nods, “That sounds nice.” She smiles up at him and he smiles back at her. So they sit back down on the couch and start the movie again from where they left off, and Miguel is very confused by what’s going on in the movie and ends up asking several questions. He really wasn’t paying attention to it last night. His arm is wrapped around her shoulder as she leans against him and after answering yet another question from him, she’s quiet for roughly a minute or two. But then she leans forward to grab the remote and she pauses the movie. Miguel looks down at her as she shifts in his hold to stare up at him. “Is everything alright?” she asks concern lacing her tone. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” Miguel asks. She narrows her eyes at him, not very convinced, “Because…you were really distracted after dinner last night and then you left me in the middle of the night.” Shit, that does sound concerning. And to be fair he is having a crisis. “You need to talk to me, Miguel,” she says, placing her hand on his chest, “I can’t help with whatever it is you’re dealing with if you don’t tell me, Sweetheart.” He takes one of her hands in his, “I’m sorry for making you worry. I didn’t even leave this dimension, I just watched screens until Lyla told me to go home.” He can see in her eyes that this new information raises alarm bells in her head. She knows how prone he is to locking himself away and only focusing on work as a means to cope with the rampant thoughts in his head. “Miguel, talk to me,” she whispers insistently, “Por favor, dime lo que está mal.” Miguel swallows , “I…” he pauses to exhale a breath, both of his hands now gripping hers tightly, “Yesterday when I took the trash out…one of the bags split open…” And she nods at him. “And I found an empty box for a pregnancy test,” he says watching closely for her reaction. Her eyes grow wide and her lips part as she stares up at him in complete shock, a similar kind of shock that he had felt yesterday when he made this discovery. But her silence is making his heart clench painfully as the seconds tick by. “Mi Vida, are you pregnant?” he asks. She subtly nods, “Yes.”

Miguel inhales shakily as all the nerves of the past two days catches up to him. And he’s relieved somewhat to finally have an answer to his question, but then a dozen more pop up in it’s place. Questions he’s been trying to hold at bay when he didn’t know for sure and now they’re all rushing to the surface. But one in particular sticks out above the rest. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks unable to keep the hurt from creeping into his voice. Her eyes grow watery, “I-I didn’t know how to tell you,” she answers quietly, “I’m sorry.” “How far along are you?” he asks next. She takes a shaky breath and Miguel cups her face in his left hand and tilts her chin up to meet his gaze from where it had slipped down to his chest. “Almost two months?” she questions almost uncertain herself, “I just know I should have had my second period by now.” Miguel clenches his jaw and inhales sharply. Two months? Two Months?! Almost- He blinks as the tears start to form in his own eyes, “I’m sorry, I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me-I didn’t mean-“ She clutches at his chest bunching up the fabric of his shirt in her palms, “No, no, no, Miguel Baby, I don’t want you to blame yourself.” “But it is because of me?” Miguel asks quietly, “Isn’t it?” The tears fall freely from her eyes as she shakes her head at this, her eyes squeezing shut, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up is all, in case…I wasn’t or couldn’t…and it wasn’t just about how you felt about it, it was also how I Felt about it, because I’ve wanted this for so long and what if I mess it up or I’m not good enough or-“ She’s rambling at this point so Miguel leans forward to press his forehead to hers and he strokes her cheek with his thumb to try to quiet her sobs, but his own tears finally slip past his closed lids and he cries too, “It seems like we’ve both been thinking the same thing, I just wish you hadn’t tried to do this on your own and for so long too." She presses a kiss to his palm, “I didn’t know right away, things have been so busy, but also so good,” she sniffles. He brings her in close to his chest and then presses his face to her hair, “I will admit I am scared shitless though. I’ve been spiraling since yesterday, because I didn’t think a good thing like this would happen to me again.” Her fist tightens on his shirt, “Are you happy?” “So happy, Amor,” he whispers, “Now that I know for sure.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you,” she says with her cheek pressed over his heart. He pats her hair and tucks her head under his chin, “We have to remember to be there for each other and part of that is opening up and talking about what’s bothering us. You taught me that.” She nods against him, “You scared me, when you left last night.” His arms tighten their grip around her and he pulls her fully into his lap, “I didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry for that.” She sniffles again. “You know Lyla actually yelled at me,” he says. “She did?” she asks picking her head up to stare at him, “She never yells at you, roasts you sure, but?” “She does when I fuck up. Remember when I was trying to propose to you and I couldn’t work up the nerve?” She laughs lightly, “She’s right though you can’t do a proper proposal over what is essentially an inter-dimensional phone,” she says a smile finally finding it’s way to her lips. “True, but that’s how nervous I was you would say no,” Miguel says. He then leans down and kisses her softly. As they part she brushes her nose against his fondly, “I was going to tell you, and I finally figured out how I was going to do it too.” “How?” Miguel asks curiously. She smiles and extricates herself from his embrace and stands. He watches her walk over to one of the bookshelves by the tv, the one that houses her romance novels and moves a few of the paperbacks out of the way. And behind one of the rows that Miguel didn’t even notice was askew, she removes a small silver box with a white ribbon tied around it. She steps back over to him and sits in his lap again and hands it to him. He looks from the box to her and then gingerly pulls on the ribbon. Lifting the lid, Miguel stares inside the box at the pair of absolutely tiny baby socks with the classic Spiderman’s mask design printed on them. He chuckles breathlessly as he picks one up and rubs the fabric between his fingers, before looking up at her again. “There’s a little note too,” she adds, nodding to the box. Miguel turns his attention back to the box and underneath the other sock is a little piece of paper. He picks up the handwritten note and on it reads: “Miguel, I’m pregnant, and pretty soon our home is going to be filled with the pitter patter of our very own little Spiderbaby!” Miguel smiles and swipes more tears from his eyes. “I know it’s kinda corny,” she says covering her mouth with her hand. He sets the note back inside the box and then holds both of the baby socks in one hand, in awe of how tiny they both are in his large palm. And then he looks at her, “I like corny. And this? This is perfect,” he says softly. “What would you say to getting a little matching onesie?” she asks. “Is this your way of telling me you already bought one?” he asks. “No,” she says indignantly, “…but I did consider it.” “Hmm…it might be a bit too much,” he says. “Oh come on, you know you’d love it,” she says poking him in the chest. The corners of his mouth tug upwards the tiniest bit, the only indicator that he is sort of on board with going all out on silly outfits for their infant. Her smile drops suddenly along with her playful demeanor, “I hope you know I’m not trying to replace her,” she says seriously. Miguel nods his head, “I know you’re not, Querida. But this child you’re carrying isn’t just mine or ours, it’s also yours. I don’t want you to feel guilty for something so beautiful as giving life to another being.” She leans in and quickly presses her lips to his. And though Miguel still holds guilt in his heart for his daughter and perhaps always will just as easily as he still loves her, he’s also so incredibly happy to be able to soon welcome a new child into his heart. After all, the love of his life is carrying his child and there’s so much to prepare for and do, and so so many new memories to make. And even with his fear of the future looming in the distance, it’s been banished from this particular moment. He wants to live in the present with his wife who is his home and the child she’s carrying for him. And as the two finally dry their tears and curl up on the couch once more, with Miguel laying on top of her, he rests his cheek against her stomach and with his enhanced hearing, and the close proximity…he can can hear two strong heartbeats.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 5 out of 5

This is my first Harley Laroux book… and I LOVED it! It was interesting to see how the dynamic between Manson, Lucas, Vincent, and Jason worked, and I kind of regret not reading “The Dare” beforehand, but I think this book answers any questions you might have about that night.

I liked that these young men have had a crush on Jessica all these years, and vice versa, and that Jessica is finally letting her guard down and doing what she wants. Because seriously, that revenge scene against Alex, Danielle, Nate and all those other backstabbing jerks… perfection!

The cliffhanger wasn’t too bad, but I’m anxious to know how they’re going to deal with Manson’s violent father being back, and what exactly is going to go down when Jessica doesn’t owe them a debt anymore.

I need to crack open book two asap.

Now enjoy my thoughts throughout the book...

* So the cheerleader made out with the freak. I’m getting Eddie/Chrissy vibes lol

* Kyle is also giving Jason vibes. Fuck this dude already. I don’t like that he’s setting up Manson to be jumped.

* Oh so we started in high school for the first chapter and then jumped to after high school in chapter two..? Okay then.

* Another two year time jump for chapter three.. I like that the characters are being aged up haha.

* Lmao. Jessica would run into two of the boys while washing cars for a church. Oh god, yes! At least they know she’s back in town now.

* Lmao. They got the best car wash they ever could have hoped for 😂

* Goddamn. Vincent and Jason… okayyyy, I see you 😏

* Ugh. Seriously? Kyle’s buddies still act like they’re in high school? Gross.

* The tension between Jessica, Manson, Vincent, Jason, and Lucas. Holy hell.

* So the girl Jessica’s ex cheated on her with is now into bad boys and interested in Lucas? Let the girl drama begin.

* Oh I’m so glad Lucas won that race.

* Alex is a little bitch boy. They should have shot him. And Jessica!! You’re a goddamn fool.

* Wow. Fuck Jessica for going along with those “friends” of hers. I hope the boys make her grovel for what they did to the cars.

* Dammnnnnn. These boys are the “fuck around and find out” type 😏

* Uh oh. Using her body to pay off the debt she owes them for fixing her car… this isn’t going to end well.

* Jesus… Lucas making her give him a show with her vibrator.. 🥵

* Omg. Lucas and Manson were fucking around when they “broke into” Jessica’s place. Holy shit.. that entire scene..

* lmao. Lucas is not an aftercare dude. He was so awkward before settling in.

* So Manson’s dad is back in town? This isn’t going to go well, is it?

* Jesus Christ, Vincent! I’m with Jessica. I thought you were the sweet one 😂 You little fucking sadist.

* Cat girls lmfao. I can’t with Jason right now.

* They got her cum-drunk. Holy shit. What even is this book?! And now Jason and Manson are totally fucked. They’re in deep.

* Damn. Manson found out his dad was back in town on his own. He’s really spooked by that asshole, huh?

* Road head 😏

* Jesus… this book is pure filth. I love it.

* Manson’s dad is freaking me out- the way he grabbed Jessica? Oh hell no.

* Lmfaoooo. Yessss! Jason fucking Jessica while Alex could hear..? That’s my new favorite scene 😂

* Damn, Manson. You really cut your name into her ass cheek, huh? 😏

* Oh I’m so glad she finally stood up to Danielle! Fuck that backstabbing bitch. And the boys got their revenge!!!

* Lmfao. She took out Lucas first in paintball and now he’s pissed. He’s definitely gonna fuck her, I just hope he pulls in his temper.

* Bent over the school desk. I’m here for it lol.

* God. Manson’s dad is a dick. Can he just die if alcohol poisoning or something?

* Goddamn. I’m not normally a fan of MM scenes, but there’s just something about Manson and Lucas getting it on that is.. 🥵

* Oohhhhh. They plan to kidnap Jess and bring her fantasy to life..? WHERE’S BOOK 2?!

[she-karev]

Prank War

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Summary: Amber and Kimmie prank Roy with DeLuca joining in until Jackson catches them.

Words: 2034

Roy and Schmitt talk in the men’s bathroom with Casey washing his hands trying not to engage in their childish bantering. Schmitt is complaining about being on scut and B Team while Roy brags about his O.R. time.

“I scrubbed in on a bowel resection today.” Roy brags causing Casey to roll his eyes, “Getting in bed with Kepner was the best thing I did for my career. You guys should try it.”

“No thanks.” Casey dries his hands, “I’d rather earn my surgeries through hard work than coasting by with sex. I’m sure you had to find some way to do it without your daddy’s money.”

Roy chuckles at that, “If I wanted shit talk I would have gone to She-Karev. She talks big but last I checked she only assisted one time and now she’s on a project that’s as dead as her career. Maybe she can take a note and get Avery to take her back, I mean those two are almost always together you don’t think that’s weird.”

“She says their just friends.” Levi says.

Roy chuckles, “Oh please the only reason a guy like him would request a girl like her on his project is for some private testing if you know what I mean.”

“Stop being gross.” Casey admonishes, “She’s not like that and besides she’s with DeLuca.”

“Yeah, maybe she figured out screwing a resident has less benefits than screwing an attending.” A toilet flushes as he continues, “Or maybe he fully grasped the idea of her one day going insane and slashing his throat while he’s sleeping. I mean she’s hot but looks can only get you so far and they don’t make up for crazy genes.”

Suddenly the air stops as the stall opens revealing Andrew DeLuca coming out with an angry face. He glares at Roy who cowers dropping his douche bag face. Casey and Schmitt walk quickly out of the bathroom sensing a bloodbath. Andrew clears his throat and calmly goes to a sink and washes his hands glaring at Roy as he does it scaring him as he stands there frozen.

“You know.” Andrew begins in an alarmingly calm voice, “I might not be an attending or working on a project that’s been funded but I can tell you what I do have. I have a 150 IQ and the girlfriend you wish you had.” Roy is still frozen as DeLuca dries his hands, “I know this because Qadri told me you told the others you would let Amber blow you in the middle of the pit if she asked for it.” An angry glint flashes in his eyes catching Roy off guard, “Now I don’t care what you say about me but I’ve heard you degrade a woman I care about long enough. I’m a good guy and that means when someone I like is bullied or belittled repeatedly, I don’t stand by and let it happen. It’s something you will never understand.”

Roy swallows and stammers his question, “W-What are you gonna do?”

Andrew looks at him in thought, “I don’t know.” With that DeLuca pushes past Roy and exits the bathroom. Roy takes a deep breath to steady himself and then exits the bathroom when he gets a page from Dr. Hunt telling him to get to O.R. 3. He gets over his fear and runs to the scrub room where he finds Chief Bailey, Dr. Webber and Dr. Hunt also scrubbing in.

“You paged me?”

Hunt looks at him confused, “Um no I didn’t page you.”

Roy narrows his eyes and pulls out his phone, “But you paged me and said to come to O.R. 3 right now.”

Hunt turns the water off, “Roy I don’t page interns when I’m about to operate so I couldn’t have done it.”

He looks surprised, “But I-”

“Dr. Roy I think Dr. Hunt has made it clear your services are not required in this surgery.” Chief Bailey sternly tells him as she scrubs, “Now go make yourself useful and go where you are needed which is not here!” Roy nods fearfully and exits the scrub room where he doesn’t see Amber taking a picture of him from the nurse’s station twenty feet away stifling her laughter as Roy looks around confused and lost before walking down the hall. She turns to Nurse Frankie and hands her Owen’s phone that she was holding for him while he was in surgery.

“You are extremely lucky I like Kimmie and want to see her smile.” Frankie tells her with an amused grin, “Also Roy doesn’t follow initiative and respect nurses so this is from all of us RN’s.”

Amber chuckles delighted, “Thank you very much Frankie I will tell Kimmie you made this possible for us. Now how many attendings phones do you have on you?” Frankie gives a naughty smile before pulling out a plastic bag with about ten phones causing Amber to gasp in wonder, “You’re my hero.”

Frankie gives her the bag, “Everyone tells me that, do what you want and then give them back to me by 3 got it?”

“I respect you too much to disobey you don’t worry.” Amber salutes her and leaves her to get back to business.

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Kimmie and I laugh infectiously as we scroll through the images on my phone I took for the past hour. In the span of 60 minutes, Kimmie and I made Vikram Roy our own personal puppet. Thanks to Frankie’s phone treasure bag I was able to page Roy about 7 times from 7 different services sending him all over the hospital on a wild goose chase. After he was turned away and made to feel like an idiot, I discreetly took a picture so I could memorialize this spectacular prank.

I take a breath to explain as I scroll through the images, “And then he went to the ER then ortho, then back to the ER, then OB, a very pregnant woman gave him a piece of her mind after he barged into her delivery room mid birth.” Kimmie cackles at that image, “Then he went to peds and he went to the on-call room on three. I got Kepner’s phone and made him think it was a booty call.” I laugh even louder at that last page.

“He thought he was being paged for sex?” Kimmie asks laughing, “Oh my god what a tool.”

“An epic tool.” I reiterate as I laugh but I stop at a gasp as well as Kimmie when we find Andrew by the doorway looking at us blankly. I put my phone away and stand up, “Hey, what brings you here?”

“I came in to get you so we can try the experiment again this time with Tom Koracick viewing.” I nod remembering Shepherd brought in Dr. Koracick for his expertise in navigation systems in the brain, “Unless your too busy paging interns around in circles and making them look like incompetent fools.” His words indicate sternness but his face is passive.

I groan and stand up, “It was just one intern and I know it sounds childish but so is Vikram Roy. He called Kimmie a dying brat right in front of her and-”

“Stop.” Andrew tells me calmly and I do knowing what’s gonna come next, “Whatever you guys are planning to do to Roy next I want in.”

I widen my eyes at that shocked by him willingness to join in and I get skeptical, “Is this a trick?”

“Not at all.” He says with a grin, “Just do it after the experiment, let’s go.” He turns and walks away as I watch him astonished but also a little turned on by his naughty side.

“So.” Kimmie’s voice snaps me out of it and I focus on her, “What’s next?”

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Roy exhales in disgust after Avery punished him for badmouthing April in the cafeteria by handing him a patient in the clinic. The patient had an infected abscess on his groin that he just drained causing him to lose his appetite. He gets a page from Hunt telling him to bring a patient up to CT for a head trauma. Roy goes up to Frankie at the station who puts her phone that is Hunt’s away ready for the next prank she’s helping Amber and Andrew with.

“Hey, I got paged to pick up a trauma patient and bring him up to CT.”

Frankie keeps her face cool, “If you can find him you can treat him.”

Roy turns to the whole pit speaking loudly to call for his patient, “I’m looking for a Mr. Rotch. A Mike Rotch.” Some of the nurse laugh getting the joke unlike Roy who tries again louder, “Is there Mike Rotch here, it’s an emergency!” Soon the whole pit chuckles and laugh causing Roy to realize what he said out loud and groans frustrated, “Are you freaking kidding me?!” He storms out of the pit while Amber and Andrew laugh from the corner at Roy’s pain. Amber is holding a table against her chest discreetly with nobody knowing Kimmie is skyping in and laughing at the whole spectacle.

Amber is smiling as she views Kimmie on the screen still laughing, “Did you get that Kimmie?”

“Every second!” Kimmie confirms in joy, “Not a bad prank Dr. DeLuca and I thought I was the prank master.”

Andrew laughs proud of himself, “Well I’m willing to share the crown with you if it makes you feel better.”

“Mike Rotch.” Amber repeats with a snort, “That is good and it fits well with Roy’s predictable personality. I have a new respect for you.”

“Ahem!” They both stop as they hear someone clear their throat behind them causing Amber to gulp.

“This is one those ‘their right behind me’ moments, isn’t it?”

“It always is with us babe.” Andrew confirms scared as well and they turn around to find Jackson Avery behind them with a disappointed face added with a head shake.

“I’m gonna call you back.” Amber hangs up on Kimmie and faces Avery slightly scared of the consequences and decides to shift the blame, “Mike Rotch was DeLuca’s idea.”

“Amber!” Andrew exclaims offended and tries to save himself, “She stole attendings phones and sent him on a page maze throughout the whole hospital.” Amber scoffs offended causing him to face her defending himself, “Hey I am not taking the fall for something you started.”

Amber groans and faces Avery who still has a disappointed frown, “Okay fine I started this but I only did it for my patient hand to god.”

“God would approve of you pulling a freshman prank call on a doctor?” Avery asks with an aggrieved tone.

Amber looks down in shame and looks back up, “Listen Kimmie just started chemo again, Roy was being a bitch to her, she wanted to have some fun while the chemo makes her feel like hell, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is I thought you two were better than this.” Avery scolds them like a father to his kids and to add effect they both look down in shame, “I expected this from you Amber but DeLuca? Mike Rotch really?” DeLuca stills looks down in shame, “You two need some serious help if you really want to put a number on Roy later.” Amber and Andrew look up this time more surprised than shamed.

“What?” Andrew asks.

“Yeah what?” Amber repeats.

Avery’s face shifts to that of amusement, “Normally I wouldn’t condone such childish behavior but that was before I listened to Dr. Roy gossiping about the mother of my children and how she is in bed.” Avery has an angry look in his eyes and grins determined to show him who’s boss. He asks them in a serious tone causing them to focus on him, “Now then for this to work I need something vital and something important that I hope the two of you can provide.” They give him an inquiring look, “I need change for the vending machine, do either of you have any?” The trivial question catches them off guard and they stare at him curious on what he’s planning.

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[junekissed]

shower thoughts with junhui

read the nsfw version here! [18+ only]

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one reblog = one soft fluffy towel

he prefers evening showers to morning showers since you have to get up at different times for work, so he gets more time with you in the evenings

he mostly likes to shower together when you’re just tired from work or studies or whatever has been going on that week, because he likes being able to take care of you in this vulnerable way

any time you say you’re gonna take a shower he puts on his pouty face and asks to join, although he isn’t expecting you to say yes he might as well try lol

he loves to wash your hair for you. he likes the feeling of your hair beneath his fingers, gently massaging shampoo into your scalp

if you let him he’ll wash your body too, pouring soap into his hands and lathering you up, just taking a moment to appreciate every part of you

sometimes he’ll use his shampoo or body wash instead of yours because you both like when you smell like him. he gets all touchy and cuddly afterwards because he knows you’re his <33

he doesn’t care if you’re on your period or you haven’t showered in a while or you feel gross. he loves you no matter what you look like he’s just happy to be there and that you let him admire you like this

he loves long, slow kisses in the shower where time stops and it’s just you and him and the water and nothing else

when you get out he’ll help you dry off, and he gives you the softest, fluffiest towel because he thinks it's cute seeing you all wrapped up in it

he'll blow dry your hair for you or brush it out for you too, carefully combing through it so he doesn't tug on you too much

if your hair is long enough to braid he'll braid it for you. it took him a couple months to learn how to do it at first but he was so proud of himself when he finally figured it out. sometimes in the middle of the day he'll randomly ask if he can braid your hair because he "wants to make sure he doesn't forget how to". he also takes pictures of your hair because he wants to commemorate all the different styles he's done in a little photo album (his speciality is dutch braids, though)

he likes to get right in bed afterwards because you’re warm and sleepy and comfortable after a shower. you both sleep so good those nights, especially if you’ve had a big dinner beforehand

sometimes if he’s home early and he knows you’ll want to shower he’ll replace the sheets on the bed and throw your blankets and pajamas in the laundry before you get home so by the time you get out of the shower you have fresh clean sheets and warm clothes to put on

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[seancekitsch]

Die with your Boots on: Part 3, a Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

part one, part two here

warnings: vampire shit, cursing, possessive eddie, steve is fed up with couples arguing, surprisingly sweet smut, maybe angst, insecurities, maybe sinister implications

Things fall into a pattern in the Harrington household. Steve goes to work, you go on job interviews (refusing to apply to Family Video and frustrating Steve to no end), and Eddie mostly just manages. He eats about three times a week, and doesn’t have to sleep during the day, but he does have to stay away from the windows.

Tonight you come bounding into the house, an excited look on your face. It’s something Steve and Eddie were getting used to seeing again. It’s clear you’ve interrupted some conversation between the two men, but Eddie greets you with a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead.

“What's got my lady so happy tonight?” Eddie asks, leading you to the kitchen island where he and Steve were.

“I got a job!” you announce to the both of them, not holding back your voice and nearly shouting.

“That's great!” Steve praises, “Where?”

“At a bar right outside of Marion! Like, thirty minutes from here?”

“Yeah, I know that area,” Eddie says, not exactly sounding like he wants to celebrate anymore.

“What's wrong, Eds?”

He sighs deeply, really wanting to be excited for you, but he knows you and you’ll fight him on this. He knows exactly the type of place youre talking about, dark and dirty, everything in the bar wet for some reason. Married truckers and cops and washed up scuzzballs that rough up the cute young bartenders or follow them out to their car when clearly all they want to do is go home and study for their college courses.

“I wanna be able to come check up on you okay? If you work night shifts, I’ll be there.”

You nod slowly, the smile dropping from your face. Steve excuses himself, something about not wanting to hear a couple fighting even when his parents are absent.

“Do you not trust me?” you ask, already leaning away from him and crossing your arms. He already knows it’ll be a scuffle when you get like this, stubborn to a fault. He loves it an equal amount to how much he absolutely hates it, especially because Eddie always lets you get your way.

“I do, Babe,’ he sighs, “I’ve done shows in little bars near Marion. I don’t wanna see those guys that hang out be gross with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“I think I can handle myself just fine. I don’t need you to eat anyone who gives me a big tip.”

It’s his turn to scoff and get mad.

“What, you think I’m jealous of some slobs who don’t treat women right?”

“I think you might be a little possessive! Don’t you remember high school?”

“All six years of it?” he snarks back, putting his hands on his hips.

“I never got to go to prom because you scared off everyone that asked! I totally believe you would scare off big tippers. We need the money, Eds.”

Eddie only scoffs, muttering something about you having a better time prom night somewhere else.

He runs his tongue over one of his fangs, new and sharp. You sigh and shake your head at him. He’s impossible.

“Might do more than scare,” he says nonchalantly.

“You’re gonna fuckin eat my customers?” You ask, trying to sound angry but your gaze softens and the laugh in your tone is apparent. He won this round.

“Yeah maybe,” he replies cooly.

“If they touch you,” he adds, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You try hard to suppress the shiver going down your spine, but with Eddie’s heightened senses, you can’t get anything past him.

“Oh, did you like that?” he asks, tone immediately changes, and he steps forward, invading your space. You step back until the small of your back hits the stone counter of the kitchen.

“N-no?” you stutter, and his arms come around either side of you to lean against the counter, trapping you between him and it.

“I think you’re lying, Darling. I can smell it on you. I can hear your heart racing,” He dips his head low, whispering in your ear as he presses further against you. For either dramatics or his own selfishness, he inhales deeply as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck

“Maybe I like my guys possessive,” you admit smiling bashfully and turning your head away from him, but that’s not even half of it.

You like Eddie possessive; you like Eddie being so possessive he’d fight (or worse) for you. You liked that even when Eddie was just a friend in high school he was like your attack dog ready to get anyone who looked at you wrong. You just wished that when he scared away your prom date he would have taken you to somewhere a bit more intimate than Reefer Rick’s house and done something a little more with you than just smoked you out and set off fireworks high with you. 

 You can’t even hide the fact that him being some kind of vampire or something is fucking hot to you. His strength, the ease in which he can just carry you both onto the roof to watch the stars and do anything he wants. He has you a blushing mess, even in front of others, when he can throw you over his shoulder like you’re featherlight, when something as simple as your pulse can have him hard as a rock. He’s all over you, and you have a feeling it’s more than just the fact that he can finally say ‘I love you’ behind that.

And it's not like you haven't tried to be… intimate. The two of you try to get down to it, the most recent time he actually had your shirt off and had you writhing beneath him before he had to pull back. It's hard for him, he explained to you, because if he hasn't fed recently the urge can be for him to devour you instead of to ravish you. You notice the way his eyes glaze over and his brow furrows in frustration right before he pulls away from you, ripping himself from your grasp as if he’d been burned. You know it's not personal, but it still hurts a bit to be rejected like that. Part of you worries about his hunger, but deep in your heart of hearts you know he would never hurt you, not really.

“Well I guess it's good you chose me, huh?” he whispers, lips now ghosting over the shell of your ear. Your hands come up over his back, rubbing light circles against his shoulder blades. You practically melt into his embrace, letting him press you by the hips into the counter as he leans forward, your back arching to accommodate him.

“Uh huh,” you mutter, words failing you currently. How was he so fucking hot?

“Uh huh?” he mimics the breathiness of your voice, “That all you got? Baby, use your fuckin words. You know you got a mouth on you.”

His lips find your neck, mouthing at your pulse point teasingly before he presses more kisses down the column of your throat. He holds you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his, taking extra care to press your chest against his. Eddies hands move all around you, groping at any part of you he can reach.

Eddie grabs you under your arms and hoists you up onto the counter, not gently, but then quickly settles in, his hips now between your thighs as he gets himself even closer to you.

“You like this top?” he asks, already pawing at the buttons.

“Eddie, don’t,” you warn, already knowing if you were to hesitate he wouldn’t. He would rip the buttons right off and pull the shirt apart.

He whines a little and pouts, but then gets to work; deft fingers working the buttons from their clasps quickly so he can pull the shirt from where it’s tucked into your jeans and throw it somewhere across the kitchen.

He presses kisses all over your chest and collarbones, mouthing and moaning on you and leaving a trail of spit in his wake.

“So pretty, so fucking pretty,” he groans, and you can only arch further into him, your head falling back as you flourish under his touch.

He makes his way back up, finally capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss, wet and sloppy. He licks at your lips until they part and then is quick to push his tongue into your mouth. It's imperfect and messy and so perfectly Eddie. It's exactly how you always imagined he would kiss you.

When you were just friends, he was still so tactile, always hands on you, any kiss on the forehead or cheek would be messy and smear up your makeup. Now that you think back on it though, his reasons for being all over you probably weren't so innocent.

Your hands roam his body, palms coming up over his shoulders and rubbing against his chest where you can reach, soft skin against the soft worn material of his motorhead shirt. You reach down, towards the hem of his shirt. He seems to anticipate this, and his own hands grasp your wrists and pull them away, stopping your movement. He pulls away, worry in evident in his eyes, previously dilated with lust.

“If we— can we,” Eddie stutters, his bravado and confidence fading fast, his eyes darting between you and the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you offer, sparing his nerves. He helps you off the counter, removing your hands from under his shirt as he does so and leads you towards the stairs. Almost all of the urgency of his movements has faded away.

He opens the door to the guest room- your bedroom- almost timidly and leads you to the bed, where you instantly drop onto it. Eddie chews his lip, his fangs poking out every few seconds.

“Eds, baby, whats up?” you ask, “Are you… hungry?”

You try to put it lightly, you don't want to set him off. He shakes his head, his lovely curls shaking wildly as well.

“Nah I- I had a go at the meat freezer earlier.”

You stand up to try to embrace him again but he steps back.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a slight edge in your voice. You're not mad at him, you're not, but Eddie is always at least recently direct with you. He tells you what he’s thinking, what different stimuli are doing to his new senses and experiences. If this is a vampire thing, you need to know, sooner rather than later.

He sighs and looks down at your slightly shaking hands. Maybe he shouldn't do it.

“I don't want to scare you away.”

You shake your head, ready to refute him, but he keeps going.

“I don't look like I used to. I know I wasn't exactly Eddie Van Halen before but I’m downright ugly now, sweetheart.”

Your shoulders sag, your heart breaking for him.

“Eddie you know I only said I liked Van Valen was so I could say ‘I have a crush on Eddie’ without embarrassing myself, right?”

Well shit, he didn't. He smiles a little at that.

“You've always been handsome. I promise I’ll like what I see.”

Your hand reaches out for him encouraging him to get close again. He doesn't, but he takes a step closer.

Well, don't say I didn't warn you, darling.”

He lifts up his shirt slowly, refusing to meet your gaze. You were there when it happened, so you know what to expect, just maybe not as scarring. You saw him bloodied and holey. Pale purple and white scar tissue litters his skin, one of his hips looks marred and torn like a road in need of paving. His light happy trail that leads all the way up to the bottom of his belly button is interrupted by another tear of flesh, this one darker than the others you see. Eddie sighs as he pulls the tee shirt the rest of the way over his head, and he continues to look anywhere but at you. Suddenly, it’s like the sneakers Steve had leant Eddie in the corner were the most interesting things in the world.

The scarring gets worse the closer to his neck it gets. His right nipple is entirely gone, his pectoral on that side a shredded flat panel of near white scar tissue so much paler than the rest of his skin.

Your heart is fucking broken. How had he survived this? Vampire or not, he must have been more bloodied chew toy than young man for an agonizing amount of time. Despite this, you don't find yourself missing his old body. This is the body of your boyfriend, the man you love. You can't help but love every scar. It's all part of him. 

You stand up off the bed, and enter his space. He tries to dodge your gaze, but you're nothing if not stubborn, bobbing your head until he can't escape you and he finally looks at you.

“You didn't need to hide this from me,” you whisper, as if you’d scare him if you speak louder. 

Your hands gently reach out to touch him, his cool skin a contrast to yours. His skin is still smooth, where there isn't scarring. The scars don't feel rough like you'd imagine, though; the raised texture doesn't feel much different from your own scars. You run your hands up and down his chest, careful to avoid the purpled scars as those ones look more painful. His eyes are trained on you, dark brown and wet like he's ready to cry.

“You're so strong, Eddie, thank you for trusting me with this,” you punctuate this with a kiss to the top of his marred pectoral, then another kiss right above his heart.

“You're sure you want this?” He asks, his voice wavering.

You only nod, offering him a reassuring smile and all of the silent love in your heart.

Eddie grabs you again, this time with even more force than he did in the kitchen, his hands pulling your bare waist against him. His mouth is all over you, quickly descending to your cleavage. Eddie nudges your bra away to nip at your breast, sure to leave a mark.

“All mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbles against you, one of his fangs grazing your skin and lighting a fire in you.

What would that feel like? you think. Would it feel good for you? It’s already clear Eddie has some kind of need to taste you, one that he’s a complete gentleman about not acting on, but maybe you’d let him one day.

“All yours, baby,” you moan, loving his attention to your chest, “I want you to take me, make sure everyone knows I’m yours.”

“Fuuuck, babe you sound like a good porno. Keep saying shit like that and I’m not gonna last.”

You're both laughing as he unclasps your bra and pushes you back towards the bed, and then reconnects in a sloppy kiss as you fall over each other trying to climb up towards the pillows. You settle under him, his body between your thighs and pressing bare chests against each other.

“Do you know how long I've waited to see these?” Eddie asks, cupping your breasts in his hands.

“I’m guessing it's not recent?” you joke, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and yanking his hips into yours.

“Since that summer you came back from camp with them, sweetheart.”

About eight years, then. How long had he loved you then?

He squeezes one harshly, and you moan wantonly.

“I think I need you out of your pants too, Eds. I can't wait any longer,” you moan again, starting to buck your hips up against him or any kind of friction you can get. How many fucking nights you had spent with your hand exactly where Eddie currently was and just hoping youd get to feel the real thing one day.

“Guess I can’t leave my queen waiting, can I?” Eddie teases, and gets up quickly, fumbling with his pants at the edge of the bed. You’re just as quick to work your way out of your pants, comically raising your hips off the bed to slide them off of the curve of your ass and almost frantically kicking them away. Instantly you feel better, so ready for Eddie’s cool skin to soothe the fire in your core.

He presses back flush against you, grinding himself against your panties and whining at the contact.

“More, please,” you beg, and he obliges.

He moves quickly, shimmying out of his boxers one handedly as he tries to pry the elastic of your panties down. It’s not smooth or suave, it’s not even the most romantic, but it’s you and Eddie and that makes it perfect.

You help him the rest of the way, and then you lay back to admire him. There’s another large scar on his upper thigh, and another tattoo you didn’t know about. A blade, one that looks like the one he described three campaigns before last ever one he led. His cock is everything you imagined and more. He’s hung, not the thickest, but still girth and slightly curved downwards.

“See something you like?” he teases you again. Yes, yes you do. You’re not ashamed in your staring. He’s more perfect than the statue of fucking David.

“Uh huh,” you nod absentmindedly, distracted by finally seeing your best friend naked.

“There you go again with that shit. Words, babe,” He warns, leaning back down to cage you in between his arms.

“Fuckin handsome, Eds. Godly,” you whisper, still staring down at him instead of looking him in the eye. You don’t even realize where his eyes are.

“There we go. Fuck, you’re beautiful. How are you mine?” he sighs in disbelief, eyes going back and forth down your body to memorize every detail.

“All yours, Eddie,” you echo, already out of it and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asks, tilting your chin to make you look at him again, “No going back if we do this.”

He means no going back from fucking your best friend. No running from the full extent of your feelings. No going back from knowing exactly what the stakes are now that this unholy coupling is consummated.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, I think I might cry if you don’t fuck me,” You respond, more sure of this than anything in your life.

“You don’t want me to warm you up or anything? Grab a condom?” he presses, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“Eddie, I. Will. Cry. Please fuck me,” you beg, squirming under him now for any type of friction or release.

Eddie kisses you on the forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips.

“Anything for you,” He mumbles against your lips, and then lines himself up against you. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit, and an embarrassing squeak leaves your lips. Eddie laughs, dropping his head to lean his forehead against yours as he finally pushes into you.

Eddie moans loudly as he does, not hiding any of his pleasure. You're breathing deeply, unused to the stretch. Its been since high school since youve fucked anyone, and its not like your fingers could do this.

“This okay?” he asks, noticing how you are tensed.

“Better than okay,” you hiss, breathing heavily through your nose, “Youre just big.”

“You sure do know how to stroke a guys ego, pretty thing,” he chuckles, and starts moving, slowly, glacial.

You roll your hips up into his, forcing him that much deeper.

“You’re evil,” he laughs again, and then picks up the pace. He quickly finds a rhythm, rolling into you like a tide to the shore, pressing kisses and words of love into your skin the whole time. You’re massaging your thumbs into his shoulders, holding him in place and kissing your own words of love into him.

“Wanted this forever,” you gasp, lips lazily moving across his jaw.

“Want this forever,” Eddie counters, his thrusts already starting to falter and speed up. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter if this lasts long. You’ve already been wound up since Eddie caught an attitude with you, and you’ve been dying for him to touch you like this for years.

You do want this forever, you know that, and have known that forever. Truthfully, this is exactly how you wanted prom night to end after Eddie had all but threatened the guy that asked you and got you to come smoke with him instead.

“Fuck babe, you’ve got me forever,” you promise, rocking against him to help, “I’m all yours forever.”

“Forever?” he echos, and you just nod aggressively, now starting to lose more of your composure. With each thrust you start to lose control of your moans, little whimpers and squeaks leaving your throat as he bottoms out each time.

“Fuck, those noises, I could get addicted to those alone,” he moans, more ragged and losing his own composure as well.

“Could get addicted to all this,” you manage to say, “Fuck, close.”

“Yeah babe? You're gonna come for me?”

“Uh huh,” you say again, but this time he doesn't correct you, he lets it slide, maybe because of the way you are moaning around every syllable, the way hes the only thing tethering you to this world right now.

“Gonna make you- fuck- gonna,” he stutters, and then trails off focusing all his energy on you, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit to finish the job, and it works like a charm. You practically scream his name as you tighten around you, your entire body tensing and shaking beneath him.

He fucks you through your orgasm, actually quieter than he always imagined it, but sublime and beautiful moreso than he expected. You're like an angel, a real one, a biblical one, in the way that he's almost blinded by the beauty of this moment and seeing you this vulnerable. It stirs something dangerous inside of him. He’s never wanted to bite into the artery of your neck more than this moment. Never wanted to sink his teeth into you more than right now, with you making love to him and completely falling apart at this moment.

The realization scares him as much as it triggers his own release. As much as he would love to stay buried in you forever, he hastily pulls out and paints your stomach with his come. He’s not sure it would even do anything, but he doesn't want to take any chances or jeopardize anything he has with you.

Fucking ignoring the mess, he collapses on top of you, holding you close to him, hugging you tightly.

You realize your shoulder is wet, and it's not your sweat.

“Eds?” you ask, instantly worried, “You okay?”

He nods against you, not picking up his head.

“I love you, that's all. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too Eddie. You can come hang out on my night shifts,” you concede he won the earlier argument. You like your Eddie possessive.

You fall asleep like that quickly after, with Eddie staying like that with you until the sun started to rise.

He loves you too, as much as it might scare him.

[killemwithkawaii]

Random idea bc I take a ton of baths but can you imagine like…

Y/n’s shower is busted, but they’re good friends with their neighbor (yan!)Sal, so they ask if they could, perhaps, take a bath at his place. (Maybe their muscles are sore, or they just REALLY need to relax, etc)

And of COURSE sal says yes and is fingers-crossed hoping some of y/n’s hair will end up in the tub. But he gets something even BETTER.

When y/n gets out, they don’t notice the cheap drain falling to plug itself up. So half of their used bathwater is still in the tub, nice and lukewarm and soapy from where they washed themselves off.

And, well, maybe sal thinks it would be a LOVELY idea to take a bath too 👀 he could even warm the water back up by refilling the tub with more hot water. Pretend like he’s really sharing with y/n, knowing their essence is all around him, touching him all over…and maybe he mentions to them he’s gonna take a bath, maybe y/n lets him borrow their bubble soap/bath bombs/soaking salts and he can get even MORE into the experience, knowing he’ll smell just like them 💕

And I’m so 👁👁 at the mental image of sal with his hair up in a bun, head thrown back as he slowly strokes his cock, delirious with the steam and the scent of y/n’s soaps, but still careful to make sure he doesn’t splash around too much because he knows y/n is sitting on his couch watching TV and could hear him if he’s too loud….🤤

Yan!Sal letting his darling use his shower-

[CW: Yandere, unsanitary, stalking, voyeurism]

>I had to stop reading this in the middle and start over several times bc AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH 🙈🙈🙈🙈💓💓💓💓💦💦💦💦

>Sal being like 'make sure you keep the hair catcher in the drain when you pull the plug im a pervert and i want some it clogs easily and I don't want to have to bother Lisa with something like that she's always so busy yaknow? ahaha…'

>Before he got in the tub to make some yan!soup, I think he'd save some pure [darling] bathwater in a bottle (that way he can add it to his baths later on and make it last almost indefinitely~) 🛀

>'their essence is all around him, touching him all over' ahaha that's so grossgreat and yan af I fucking love it holy shit im blushin U//w//U👉👈💖💦💦💦

>Him borrowing [darling]s bath stuff so he can take note of all the scents/brands and buy bottles for himself so he can smell them whenever he wants (Gross bonus: he comes and/or spits in the body wash bottle before returning it so he can be all over [darling], too >:3c)🧼

>Oh gosh [darling] is still in the apartment when he gets in after them?? And he forgot to lock the bathroom door in his haste? Oh no, they could walk in at any minute! He'd better be careful, they might come running if he knocks over some shampoo bottles and moans too loudly mid-orgasm (I mean, you wouldn't just ignore your sweet neighbor if you thought they'd fallen and hurt themselves while getting out of the tub, right? Of course not…)

[If you like this imagine, you might enjoy sipping some gamer boy bathwater or catching a glimpse of Sal getting out of the shower ;D]

[lliminall]

Hello hello I am the same feitan loving anon from before!! I just had to let you know that the line “power wash 3000 sloppy toppy” absolutely killed me and I was reading this in the car with my mom 💀 I forced myself to read it multiple times because it made me giggle so damn much 😭😭😭 also loved Paku and Machi 🥺 they wouldn't treat me right but I love them anyways 💙

I figured since I'm here I might as well ask this too: how tf would yanderes deal with a darling during their period 😔 feel like feitan would just be so mean about it! Mocking my pain and pawing at my boobs even though they hurt 😭😰 mean, mean man right there

Anyways, periods are homophobic and I hate them but lovely writing as always!!

anon!! thank you for the kind words, I’m glad my dumbass sense of humor landed well with you lol 😭

the power this question holds…our brains must be syncing because I’ve been thinking about period sex with the yans lately, so I had to take this as an opportunity to write out some headcanons for some of my faves hehe

Feitan is absolutely an asshole about it but he’s also very, very into it. Firstly because it allows him to indulge his sadistic side a bit more, given how sensitive your body is. You’re absolutely right about the boob thing, he’d be kneading the tender fat on your chest and pinching your tits just to see how your face twists up underneath him.

He also loves how needy you become during that time of the month. You can try your hardest not to show it, but he’s more than aware of how good an orgasm feels when you’ve been miserable in bed with cramps all day. Maybe he can even pat himself on the back for it later, when you’ve come three times and the endorphins have numbed your poor body enough that you can finally drift off to sleep. Good boyfriend behavior if he says so himself, you should show a little more gratitude to him for it tbh. (not that he’d ever EVER call himself something as sappy as your boyfriend but you get the point lol)

And of course the blood is nothing he’d shy away from, if anything it’s an added bonus. Not only because it works as a natural lube, but also because it creates such a raw, carnivorous experience for him. Cutting people down is a hobby of his. He’s done it for long enough that the smell of blood becomes exhilarating, and to smell it while he’s driving his hips into yours only gets him that much more worked up. It paints such a striking mess across your torsos, smearing down your thighs, the sheets, and everywhere his hands touch after he fingers you to climax. It’s Feitan lmao I hope y’all weren’t expecting it to be wholesome 😭

can I be extra gross and say that he’d even be willing to eat you out, if you got him riled up enough? hm maybe another time lmao

Chrollo doesn’t mind the blood. It isn’t particularly off-putting or attractive to him. What he loves about period sex is the opportunity it gives him to prove how well he can take care of you. Your cramps are keeping you up? And the painkillers aren’t working? How unfortunate. Lucky for you, he knows just the thing that will take your mind off of it :)

You just don’t have the energy to talk back and refuse him when you’re like this. And…it does make you feel better. He’s so gentle with your body, asking you what feels good, what hurts, bringing you to climax as many times as you’ll allow him. He’s basically a dream boyfriend through all of it. It’s confusing and frustrating, and 100% intentional on his part. He wants to show you how good he could be to you, how prepared he is to give you everything you want (minus a few minor things like, uhh your freedom) if you’d just behave for him.

He’ll take care of you in any way you’ll let him. Ordering in comfort foods, bathing you, throwing a heating pad in the microwave, putting on any dumb show you want to watch and cuddling on the couch. In the beginning I think he would offer all of this himself, but after you two have been through it a few times and you get used to it, I can see him being a little shit and making you ask for it yourself. You’re looking at him all expectantly and he just plays dumb. You’re going to have to ask for it and he wants you to be very specific. Tell him you want him to fuck you or it’s not happening. Ugh

Machi feels a little bad about it, but she comes to almost look forward to your periods. She’s a high-level nen user and hers don’t bother her much, but the same sure can’t be said about you. You just look so pitiful lying on the bed with your heating pad clutched to your belly. So when she comes to offer you help, she can act like she’s doing it for your benefit, obviously. If it’ll get you to stop moping around then fine, she’ll finger you a bit, if she must 🙄✋

It lets her feel like she’s doing something good for you. Getting you painkillers, bringing you a hot pad, refilling your pads and tampons without being asked. She feels more guilt than she’d like to over forcing you to be here with her, and providing for you like this soothes that ache a bit. Of course, she’ll never admit any of it. You’ll probably feel like you’re a burden to her, like she does it all out of begrudging obligation. Maybe someday you’ll be familiar enough to see through the act.

Don’t call her bluff though. It’s humiliating enough to be so wrapped around your finger, but for you to become aware of that fact…it might be more than she can gracefully handle.

[absolutepokemontrash]

happy 666! I really want to see some of the brothers arguing over how to 'properly' load the dishwasher / wash clothes / bag groceries / some other mundane thing that most people don't bother having an opinion about (but I do lol) if you're into it! if not, that's cool have a great day and congratulations anyway!! 🎉

👀 I love this- 

Lucifer

Lucifer knows he shouldn’t be getting into arguments with Levi about how to load the trunk of the car but this is getting ridiculous!

No Levi! You cannot just fit the bags in by size and shape, that bag has eggs it can’t be at the bottom- shit.

This argument happens every single time Lucifer gets the groceries and Levi is forced to come, all because Levi wants to play Tetris and doesn’t realize that Lucifer’s way of loading the car is 100% superior no questions asked.

MC needs to back him up. MC? MCCCC? He’s waiting.

Whatever. No one go near him when he’s stocking the fridge. He’ll kill someone if they put something in the wrong drawer or shelf.

What a drama king 🙄

Mammon

This man does not vacuum correctly according to Satan and it drives him insane.

Mammon’s obviously doing it right though because he’s vacuuming and… leaving.

All he needs to do is vacuum, alright?! He even went under the couch that time! What do ya mean he needs sweep before and then mop after?!

Apparently according to Satan, cleaning the entire living room does not just mean straightening some baubles and vacuuming. He needs to dust the surfaces too apparently.

He’s going to try and pawn off his duties on whatever poor sap next walks through the door- oh! Human! Hold this vacuum!

Only good thing about cleanin’ is that he might find some cool things to swipe- Ah shit hi Lucifer-

Leviathan:

With how meticulous Levi is when he cleans and sanitizes his figurines and other anime merch, one would expect him to be well versed in the side effects of improper air circulation when dealing with cleaning supplies.

But NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

No no no no no, when Levi cleans the bathroom, the door stays closed. This really worries Beel.

Beel is constantly telling him, “the fumes of the cleaning supplies will make you sick :( keep the door open.” But Levi hates the idea of being perceived, so he keeps it closed.

To Beel, all the windows, vents, and doors need to be open during cleaning time. To Levi, he’d rather suffocate because he accidentally mixed chemicals and made chlorine gas.

He may die, but it’s whatever. The bathroom is still getting cleaned! Sure, some of the fumes got in his eyes and now his eyelids are grossly swelled up, but he’s not going to give Beel a victory.

Satan

Asmo is supposed to be separating the darks and the lights! What the hell is he doing?!

Satan is constantly nagging everyone to separate their clothes, but I guess everyone just wants their lights to get stained in the dryer or whatever the fuck happens when you don’t separate the colours!

Asmo makes a snide remark about how Lucifer said the same thing, and Satan seriously debates jumping ship and joining Team Don’t Separate.

He decides against it and continues to nag, he nags to the point of Asmo throwing up his hands and walking away, leaving the laundry to Satan.

Great… nagging wins him an extra chore… wooooooooooo…

Asmodeus

Everything has its own place and everything needs to be neat and tidy! Asmo’s attitude on cleanliness makes Mammon want to pitch over and hurl.

Asmo’s tried just everything to get his scummy big brother to keep his room clean, but Mammon claims that it is clean.

Ugh! News flash! Knowing where everything is does not make it clean!

Asmo’s tried the Marie Kondo thing, but apparently everything Mammon owns sparks joy, so nothing got tossed out.

Tsk, Asmo’s going to have an aneurism if he needs to take another look into Mammon’s stupid, smelly, gross, disorganized, disgusting, awful-

*several minutes later*

-Tasteless, brain dead, room!

Beelzebub

But Asmo… this is how Beel does dishes… he licks them clean… what do you mean that’s unsanitary?

Oh shit Beel just swallowed a fork- maybe Asmo has a point here.

Thing is, after hearing Asmo’s concerns about germs, Beel legitimately tries to not lick the plates but, there’s food residue on there! He can’t just let that go to waste!

Mmmm… food residue…

It gets to the point to where the entire house decided that Beel should not be trusted to do the dishes. The possibility of Beel getting everyone sick was just too strong…

Beel is sad to lose one of the chores he was really good at :( the rest of the house sure as wasn’t.

Belphegor

Bro TF? He doesn’t do things. And this gets everyone on his case.

“Belphie, why haven’t you done your chores?” “Belphie, why haven’t you unloaded the dishwasher?” “Belphie, why haven’t you vacuumed your bedroom?” “Belphie why haven’t you gotten off the couch in four days?”

You know, the usual shit.

Belphie is a necessary part of the household ecosystem because everyone needs to gang up on someone to feel like more of a team, and for once the scapegoat isn’t Mammon.

At least Mammon vacuums… Belphie just looks at the vacuum and tries to use the force.

It never works by the way.

With his little sibling privileges though, he rarely gets punished for shirking his duties… the little shit.

——————

This was actually super fun to do, thanks for requesting!!

[ptergwen]

Arvin x reader longish please 🙂. Reader and Arvin are best friends that like each other and reader is willing to do anything to get Arvin to stop smoking! Meaning keeping his lipe busy!

a kiss a day

w/c: 1.7k

warnings: swearing and lots of smoking mentions and making out

a/n: AHHHHH this might be my favorite arvin fic i’ve ever written i swear? thank you sm for requesting <3

“arvin, get off me,” you groan as he pulls you in for a hug. he doesn’t let up because he thinks you’re joking around. with a huff, you push at his chest. “i mean it. you stink.” arvin squints at you and brushes off his now bunched up shirt. “hey, what’re you on about? i washed up just this morning-“ “not like that,” you cut in. “you smell like smoke. all over, arvin.”

arvin is a big smoker, while you’ve never even touched a cigarette. that hasn’t stopped him from offering them to you. he’s got a pack on him at all times, including at school, where you are at the moment. he likes to light up before classes begin and throughout them. he’d tapped out his first cigarette of the day right before greeting you.

it’s no secret how you feel about his habit. you’ve been hearing more and more about how bad those things are for you, which you always warn arvin of. arvin, like most of the world, doesn’t believe any of it. he’ll continue smoking however many packs a day he does until they catch up with him.

you worry it’ll be too late, and the damage will be irreversible by the time he realizes it.

“do you have to bring that shit everywhere? it’s gross.” you tap his shirt pocket that’s holding his pack of cigarettes. arvin subconsciously licks his lips at the idea of one. you notice and scoff, turning back to your locker. “they’re gonna kill you one day.” “oh, will you stop it already?” he comes up next to you, but you ignore his presence, looking for your books.

“everyone smokes, sweets. all these kids, the teachers. hell, i bet even your parents when you aren’t around.” arvin thinks he’s making a good point, but he’s really making you angrier. you slam your locker shut and clutch your textbooks in both hands. “just because everyone is doing something, doesn’t mean it’s okay.” you’re walking down the hall now without warning. he does a jog to catch up.

“y/n, i’m doing fine with ‘em. what are those symptoms you were talkin’ about?” he’s winded from the short distance he had to run. that’s one of them. “of being addicted?” you ask bitterly. “shortness of breath.” arvin looks away in embarrassment as he realizes he’s having that right now. he forces himself to breathe normally, though it doesn’t do him any good.

“what else?” he asks, following next to you as you head to your home room. “loss of appetite, losing weight, coughing a bunch,” you list off and hope he’ll catch on. check, check, check. arvin experiences all of those. maybe he does have a problem. “shit. well, i guess i’ll quit, then,” he decides like it’s no big deal, like you haven’t been begging him to for the longest time.

you stop in front of the classroom door. “that easy? you know it’s more than just throwing the things away and moving on, right?” you’re all for him never smoking another cigarette as long as he lives, but you want to make sure he’s aware of the commitment it takes. you’d hate to see someone you care about so much suffering though withdrawal, especially if he’s not ready.

arvin loves to smoke. he uses it as a distraction, as a vice to clear his head and ironically to focus on his breathing. really, it does the opposite. can’t he try meditating? you’ll remember that when you come up with ways for him to distract himself that don’t include charring his lungs.

“i know. i was thinking you could help me out, huh? you’re good at this stuff. better than i am.” he rubs the back of his neck, lip between his teeth. he’s nervous about giving up cigarettes because he’s gotten used to having them in his life. but, it’s important to you that he stops smoking, so he should at least try to.

you’re his closest friend, one that he loves beyond that. your judgment is always trusted.

“sure, arv. thanks for listening to me. this is gonna be really good for you.” you finally smile all wide at him, and it makes what he’s about to endure worth it. “no. thank you, sweets. you might’ve just saved my life.” arvin grins, which fades away when you reach into his pocket and grab his pack of cigarettes. you head into your class and leave him there. “see you at lunch.”

arvin isn’t doing too well without his smoke breaks. he watches the clock in each class, bouncing his leg, counting down the minutes until he sees you again. he’s not sure he’ll make it if he doesn’t soon. lunch is his favorite time to smoke. outside, in a spot where the trees shade him, you somewhere far off with your nose plugged and arvin smirking at that.

what is he supposed to do now?

“use this,” you solve his problem, offering a toothpick for arvin to chew on. he bangs the back of his head against the tree stump and looks up at you with sad eyes. “that’s the best you got?” “better than dying,” you deadpan and sit down next to him in the dirt. he reluctantly takes the toothpick and shoves it in his mouth.

the upside to not using lunch as an extended smoke break is that you’ll sit close to him now.

arvin looks so hot like this. toothpick poking out between his pink lips, hair wild, eyebrows furrowed as he plays around with his replacement cigarette and makes little complaints under his breath.

he looked hot when he smoked, too. you’d felt guilty about thinking that because it was terrible for him and he’s your friend. now, you only have to feel guilty about the second part.

“that’s not so bad, is it?” you hum, knowing full well that it is. your intentions, though pure, aren’t going to be easy on him in the long run. this is only the beginning. “fuckin’ awful, are you kidding?” he takes the toothpick in his fingers like he would a cigarette. “i don’t think this is working.” sighing, you draw a small heart in the dirt for him with your finger.

“give it time, arv. you have to get used to it.”

that becomes one of your signature lines. he critiques one of your quitting methods, you tell him to wait for results. you’ve kept the pack of cigarettes you originally took from him in case of emergencies. making him stop smoking all at once seems too extreme, so you’ll let him have a cigarette or two every few days, and watch him with it.

once the pack is empty is when you stop doing that. it’s been a couple of weeks. he’s getting there, getting better at finding alternatives to smoking. you’ve found more as well. you’ll take his hand every time he reaches for the cigarettes he doesn’t have. arvin likes that one the most, intertwining his fingers with yours and holding on tight.

there are the more commonly known ones like giving him a piece of gum or taffy to suck on, some other sucking candies, whatever you have. he’s been managing so far. you’re really proud of him and the progress he’s made. most people wouldn’t have gone this far without cracking. then again, most people don’t have you.

around the three week mark, when arvin should be almost completely over smoking, he loses it. he freaks the hell out.

you’re hanging out at his house, laying in his bed and he all of a sudden jumps up from it. he’s tired, he’s nauseous, he’s craving the one thing that can make it all go away. a cigarette.

arvin starts tearing his room up, searching through drawers and between cracks for an extra pack, despite all your attempts to stop him.

“please, arvin, you’re doing so well! just come lay down.” you’re grabbing onto his arm and trying to drag him back to bed. “if you’re tired, i can make you coffee or-“ arvin pulls his arm away that’s in your hold. “shit, i don’t want the goddamn coffee! it isn’t enough anymore.” he pushes past you, aimlessly walking around, searching for a place he hasn’t checked yet.

“fuck’s sake. there has to be somewhere,” he mumbles to himself and rakes his hands through his tussled locks. you think, you think really hard about what you can do to take his mind off smoking. he doesn’t want coffee, you’re out of candy. there’s one thing he hasn’t had in his mouth yet that might be able to help him more than anything else has. you.

“i gotta go to the store. i’ll be-“ instead of entertaining him, you capture his lips in yours, stealing the words right from them. you kiss him so deeply and with so much purpose that it takes his breath away. arvin doesn’t wait long to kiss back, hand coming up to the back of your head and tangling in your hair. you grip at his shoulders as your lips move together.

arvin brings his free hand up to your cheek and caresses it softly with his thumb, contradicting the harsh way you’re kissing, his tongue gliding across your lower lip until you open your mouth. he slips his tongue in and tangles it with yours, you letting out a sigh. his hand in your hair eases up, now stroking it and pulling his tongue out of your mouth, switching to a gentle kiss.

“wish you did that a long time ago, baby,” arvin murmurs, your lips locking almost in sync. you smile into it and rub your fingers over each of his shoulders. “yeah?” “yeah. taste sweeter than those candies.” he kisses the corner of your lips messily, chest moving fast as he regains his breathing, lips trailing over to your cheek that his hand was on before.

“i like you, arv. like you a lot,” you tell him with a grin pulling at your lips. “i like you, too.” he smiles back, going in for one more kiss. your hands move down to his arms, pressing your lips to his, holding him in place as you savor the moment you’ve been praying would come. he exhales once the kiss ends, eyes still closed. his breath fans across your face.

“no more gum and toothpicks, y/n/n. think we can do this from now on?”

[catcze]

I saw that requests were open...so here I go

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I was curious about how the Genshin boys (in specific Diluc or the non-human characters, because they are more stoic? I guess?) would react to their s/o with extreme arachnephobia. The past few nights I, personally, have not been able to properly sleep due to nightmares of spiders, to the point where sometimes I wake up crying and shaking, unable to close my eyes in fear. I just need some comfort in all honesty ಥ_ಥ I'm not sure if this made sense or if I asked properly, or if this even your forte! But I read your works and really love how you write ^^ No need to reply, just though I'd ask 💜 thank you!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !! ⠀

「 FEAT : 」 Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Albedo x GN! Reader

「 ### : 」 Comfort !! A lot lot lot of comfort.

「 CWS : 」 Talks abt arachnophobia & mentions of spiders, mentions of nightmares

I'm so sorry to hear that you've been having nightmares, sweetheart :(( I hope these help you sleep better tonight! Thanks so much for the support, and i hope you can get some peaceful sleep soon 💞 

⠀ 「 DILUC 」

He’d probably be a bit confused of your arachnophobia, since he doesn’t strike me as someone with the same fear, but he’d be understanding of it. 

Even though the Dawn Winery is meticulously cleaned, it’s so huge that I’m pretty sure there’s at least a teeny spider in there somewhere. If Diluc ever hears you scream, he’ll immediately rush to where you are, his claymore already in hand.

Even if the reason for your fear was a spider, Diluc would still do his best to reassure you. He wouldn’t belittle you for it at all!

After knowing of your fear and seeing how bad it could get first-hand, DIluc would ask the house help to specifically clean the rooms that you frequent the most, and to really check the corners and behind drawers for any cobwebs.

If you ever get nightmares about spiders, he’ll hold you as much as you would want and he’d reassure you that there aren’t any spiders in the mansion, and there aren’t any spiders in the world that he cant get rid of for you.

If you insist in fear that you saw something move in the corner of your eye, Diluc would unhesitatingly light a lamp and check it out, just to set your mind at ease.

Sometimes you might feel icky from your nightmare, and if you’re up to it Diluc would try to give you a relaxing dip in the tub to soothe you and to wash away the gross feeling

Sometimes he’ll get in with you, other times he might not, but he always stays beside the tub with you just in case you need him.

When you’re ready to sleep again, he’ll hold you close to his chest to block everything else out, reassuring you that you’re fine, and that the spiders can’t get to you. He really hopes that you’d get a peaceful sleep soon.

⠀ 「 ZHONGLI 」

Zhongli would probably be really good at helping you deal with your arachnophobia. He’d have hear of the fear before, I’m sure, what with him being a thousand year old god.

While it isn’t extreme arachnophobia, I’m sure Zhongli at least somewhat relates to not being fond at all of small pests, what with the incident that led to him disliking seafood.

He’d probably say that irrational fears are completely normal and are nothing to be ashamed of, that they are a part of being human and that you had nothing to worry about.

Since he knows quite a bit, he probably also knows of some plants that repel spiders, and would put it up around your home to help calm you. Whether is lavender, mint, basil, or the other plants, Zhongli will be sure to obtain some for you!

If you ever see a spider and you get super scared, he’ll unblinkingly let you climb him like a tree and would cradle you in his arms, reassuring that he’ll protect you. Zhongli would probably one-handedly hold you against himself, keeping your feet from touching the ground, while he used his other hand to summon his polearm and squish the spider or push it out.

If you awake with nightmares, feeling as if the walls were made of the horrid little things and like the beat of their legs were everywhere around you, Zhongli would hold your hand in his and rub his thumb over your knuckles gently, soothingly. 

He’d probably recount stories long-forgotten y the people of Liyue, or he’d talk to you about the most mundane things of his day, like how Hu Tao pulled yet another prank in the workplace, or how he saw a beautiful bird earlier in the day by the bridge that reminded him of a fabled creature. He’ll try to speak in low, soothing tones to divert your attention to him instead of your panicked mind. 

If your breathing slows and the tears had stopped coming, Zhongli would make you a warm cup of tea to relax ou even further. He’d choose one of your favorite blends, too, and he’s make it just warm enough to be comfortable when you hold it in your hands. If you smile at him at any point of the night, then his job has been done right.

⠀ 「 XIAO 」

Pretty confused about it, tbh. As a yaksha, he’s never experienced such fears, nor has he been exposed to humans so much that he understands it. But you’re important to him, and he’s willing to hear you out when you explain your fear to him. As you explain, he listens very intently, sitting down opposite to you and giving you his full attention.

Xiao would reassure you that he is very much capable of protecting you from spiders and all you have to do is invoke his name to bring him to you.

He doesn’t ridicule you by calling the fear insignificant or stupid, he can see the genuine fear in your eyes when you even think about spiders, so he knows that you truly do fear them.

He sees the true severity of your arachnophobia one night when he responds to your frantic call. He’d realize it was because of a nightmare when you latch onto him, crying into his shirt, and he can smell the remnants of a bad dream on you.

He would spend any length of time merely holding you and petting you as you calm down, his pace relaxed and unhurried. Even when you’re less panicked and you apologize for calling him, he’d merely ask if you felt any better.

I genuinely do not see Xiao as anything else but calm and thoughtful in this scenario. He wouldn’t pity you for being so paralyzed by your fears, either. 

Xiao would bring you some water, because while he isn’t very familiar with human comfort, he’s heard from Verr that something as simple as a glass of water can be calming.

You know, he’d probably offer to eat your dream. It’s something he hasn’t done in ages, but he’s willing to do it for you.

It’s painless, he assures you, and there’s absolutely no risk posed to your wellbeing. It will help take the nightmares away, and hopefully give you rest.

If you agree, Xiao would be so careful lulling you to sleep, resting your head on the pillow and carding his fingers through your hair. When your eyes shut, Xiao wouldn’t even let the nightmares begin to take root in your dreams again–– he devours them the second that he can, without preamble. With his efforts, your dreams should only be those of the pleasant variety. 

⠀ 「 ALBEDO 」

So he hasn’t been explicitly revealed as a non-human, but he can come off as  stoic, so i figured he might count. 

Albedo would probably catch on the fastest. Like, when you mention that you’re arachnophobic, he immediately nods, says ‘I see. That explains some of the behaviour you’ve had when we go into forests, then.’ or smthn like that.

Albedo would also respond very intelligently to your concerns of seeming foolish in his eyes. He’d rebuke the idea immediately and launch into some explanation about irrational fears that you can only sort of understand, but the gist of it is that your extreme fear of arachnophobia is valid and not something that you have to be ashamed of or neglect.

If you’re restless from the paranoia and fear, Albedo will have you sit on his lap while he finishes up reports or sketches at his desk, or he’ll lay your head on his thighs while he reads a book on the couch.

If it makes you feel more at ease, he’ll carefully comb through your hair, taking out tangles and being gentle about it. If it’s long enough, he’ll even braid it into a hairstyle much like his own.

Regarding your fear, there’s not much that Albedo’s research can do, but he goes to Sucrose about it one day, revealing only enough that you were comfortable sharing, and a couple days later she shows up at your home with a few potted lavenders. They don’t look any different, but Sucrose tells you that these lavenders are special because their scent is just as pleasant as a regular lavender, but it is more repellant towards arachnids! 

Albedo later helps you position them around your home where they can get enough sunlight while maximixing their area of effect.

There are some nights where your dreams get the better of you, though, and typically Albedo is still awake when those incidents occur. 

He’s quick to abandon whatever had been keeping him up late when he hears your sharp gasp and your sobs. He’ll ask for permission first before he touches you, and upon given the go-ahead, he’ll bring you into his lap with your back to his chest, cocooning you in his warmth.

Listen if you guys have never heard Koi Dao (Albedo’s eng va) sing, if you’ve never heard him sing in French?? You’re missing out. Watch it. Point is, Albedo would likely sing or hum gently into your ear, hoping that the sound and the low vibrations would help to calm you.

He’d either play with your hair or your hands as he works to soothe you, and if you manage to fall asleep again, then he’d decide that his research could wait until the morning. 

[azucanela]

pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.”