#I’m in a bit of a heap rn

[raytm]

with my mental health tanking as hard as it is I’ll probably only be writing low energy stuff for a while.

[seventh-district]

oh my god i can’t decide what to do with my time today

[cloudcountry]

hELLO THERE <3 i would like to perhaps request a reader that has a weak immune system with Leona, Jamil, Idia?

- Reader is weak frequently and gets sick easily, while viruses or illnesses are incubating in them they’re overly tired. They get fevers often and when they’re sick they’re prone to hallucinations and delusions- like one night they can hear colors and green tells them to eat cake (this happened 2 me <3 i’m sick rn)

they wander around at night a lot bc they’re delirious when sick and it’s a lil silly

they also apologize a lot for burdening s/o when they’re sick bc they’re sick so often

i hope u don’t mind the details ;; have a great

day night evening 🌽

SUMMARY: Leona, Jamil, and Idia with a S/O that has a weak immune system.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i hope you feel better soon!! :C <3 i didnt mind the details at all <33 i hope your day/night is lovely as well, thank you!!

When Leona learns about your weakened immune system, he suggests you join the Savanaclaw dorm for their daily exercise with a mocking grin on his face. He isn’t doing it to be mean, he’s just teasing in his typical Leona way.

Hell, you’ll even be invited to Spelldrive practice since he heard exercising can help with your weakened immune system. If you’d prefer to stay in his room and keep the lights off, however, he’ll accept that as well. After all, nobody besides Ruggie is going to enter his room.

If you apologize for being a burden he’ll shrug it off. If you were a burden, he would have thrown you to the wolves a while ago. He takes care of you because he cares about you. You’re not forcing him to do anything.

He makes you balanced and healthy meals when you’re sick (and if you ask nicely, he might feed you hehe.) Sometimes Kalim will burst into your room and try to, ahem, help, but Jamil always shoos him away.

If you ever thank him for taking care of you and imply that it’s hard work, Jamil will sigh and tell you that he’s here because he wants to be. You’re not forcing him to do anything against his will.

And because he hates a lack of freedom, you know he’s being genuine. (Although he will get a bit teasing when you talk about colors talking to you.)

Idia, oh Idia. He has absolutely no idea what to do. He'll offer you some of his shitty packaged ramen noodles with a shaky hand and a soft voice. Also, his room is deathly cold because of his computer systems so you’re going to have to heap on the blankets if you want to stay cool!!

Ortho is your saving grace, looking up recipes and helping Idia come up with home remedies to help you feel just a little bit better.

Idia’s still a bit shy when it comes to you, and honestly the day when he’ll finally open up may be far off, but when you complain about being a burden he just mumbles something about how you’re not and not to worry.

[iwaasfairy]

bones and all +hq! (anyone) just something super fucked up with lots of blood 💋🫀

this was so sexyyyy idk I’m very into gross icky blood stuff rn

tw murder, gore, yandere

Red coats the walls. It splatters out into grasping hands with each brutal blow, baseball bat full of nails shattering the bone below it until the whining dies down. Along with the frantic screaming, and you sink to your knees at the sight. Within seconds, your housemate has been reduced to a heap of meat and bone and sinew, leaving her coppery tang in the air. Your legs have buckled, and now you’re on the cold floor, there’s nothing you can do but watch and shake.

The blood pools under her legs, because those are intact -upper body too. But gunk and brain matter is spilled on your floor, and the puddle of red gains surface the longer you stare, trying not to hurl your guts out. If you could look away you would. If you could run, you would. A low puff of air sounds, before the invader turns on his heel and stares you down. “There she is.” It’s faint, almost apologetic in its delivery. He pulls the mask down his mouth as he wipes the back of his hand over his face.

Your hands shake uncontrollably in your lap, and the stinging in your face surges through your bones. Atsumu.

“Ya missed my entrance,” he’s got a grin on his face - but his eyes are so blown out it’s hard to believe it really is him. For a few moments, he looks entirely, sickly unfamiliar. Not long enough to give you time to collect yourself before he approaches though, dragging the bloody bat along with him. “Sorry ‘bout yer little friend. Came at me with scissors… The bitch’s almost as wild as you are when yer upset.”

He has a frown on his face when he looks back, but the slightest curl to his lips doesn’t slip. His hands come up to hold onto your shoulder as he sighs. “So,” he lets out a soft hum, and then thumbs along your cheek with his hands still stained, bloodied as he touches you, “r’ya ready ta go?” You can’t help but feel bad. Even moving your eyes up to look at him feels like it’s taking all the energy you have.

This is all your fault. Atsumu came for you. You’d signed the papers and found a friend to live with, and you had hoped that would’ve been enough - but you didn’t think… you- Nao tried to protect you, and now she’s gone. There was a time you would’ve trusted Tsumu with your life. “Y-you,” your throat locks up when you say it, and the wobbly vision gets too much, spilling over, “wh-what did you do? Why?”

The blond barely pulls up his nose, before giving you a look. “Didn’t ya hear me? I came in through the window an’ she came at me. Couldn’t be helped.” The way his hand is still around the makeshift weapon somehow doesn’t convince you of his perceived innocence. Almost as soon as you think that, he follows your gaze, and slowly starts chuckling as he realizes the same thing. “Baby doll…”

You scramble. Atsumu drops the bat to crash himself into you and grab at your arms, but one well aimed kick onto his knee has him wincing, and it gives you just enough time to get up and dash towards the door. That also means running through the pool of liquid slowly drying on the floor, but your vision’s so blurry that you don’t even register it. You slip as you slam the door behind you and Tsumu curses— your heart’s pumping so hard you don’t hear it.

Not until someone gets a fistful of your hair and yanks you back so hard you think your scalp might come clean off. Until you land in the cold gravel and a foot pushes into your soft throat. Tsumu’s able to make it out narrowly before your vision starts blurring at the edges, and you claw at the limb for air. “Samu, ya’ll hurt ‘er.” As soon as you get a tiny bit of leeway you’re grabbing at the skin and hacking up spit, painfully tight airways burning.

Osamu only glares back at the blond. “‘I got it covered, Samu. Don’t be a bore, Samu,’” he mocks, before crossing his strong arms over his chest. “Yer sloppy, ‘n lucky I was ‘ere ta stop ‘er.”

“Yea, yea,” the other man sighs, before he crouches by you and lovingly brushes your hair away from your face. “Yer cute when ya try so hard, y’know. Gets us going.” He snickers, then raises a brow. “Samu won’t admit it but it gets him goin’ too. But next time ya get caught… we’ll take one of yer fingers. That’s only fair.”

[slashers-and-rats]

Hello, saw your requests!!! can I request a short one shot with Billy with a s/o who is on their period? do with that what you will hehehehe

billy lenz x fem!reader | nsfw | blood,

masturbation, slight exhibitionism?

a/n: as someone currently experiencing the hell that is shark week, you could not have suggested something better for me rn.

billy was all too familiar with blood. his own and others. he had a fondness for it. he liked the way it felt on his skin, how smooth it started and how sticky it ended up; and that metallic taste made him groan. it was like finding a good wine, in his opinion.

it had been a long time since he indulged in such things, though. there wasn’t much need to anymore, not with you around. sure, there was the occasional outburst that left him covered in his own blood, but it wasn’t the same. it was like tickling yourself- it just didn’t feel right.

now, billy wasn’t all too familiar with the female anatomy, apart from the bits he could play with. and all he really knew about those was that they felt good to be inside or to kiss. it wasn’t an extensive knowledge. so when one morning you woke up, holding your stomach and grumbling angrily about something called a “period”, he didn’t really get it.

you rolled out of bed, muttering curses as you stomped off to the bathroom. he followed close behind. you were used to him trailing you like a baby duckling since he didn’t like being apart. but you also didn’t think he’d enjoy seeing the bloody mess covering your lower region, so you stopped him before he could go into the washroom with you.

“billy, I’m not feeling too good. I got my period, and i think it’s a pretty heavy flow, so I’m gonna go clean up, and you can wait in the living room, okay?” the instructions were quick, and you closed the door on his face. he didn’t get it. heavy flow? from where? what needed to be cleaned?

he stood outside the door for a moment, before quietly shuffling his way out of the bedroom and up the attic ladder. if you weren’t going to teach him, he’d figure it out. he wanted to know, especially if it involved you and pain. you didn’t deserve to be in pain. maybe something was wrong, maybe you were hiding a horrible illness from him. he needed to figure it out.

he quietly slinked across the room, finding the old peephole he used to use to watch you when you hadn’t known he was there yet. he laid down on the floor, peeking through into the washroom, just to find you… bloody. at first, his eye widened, panic setting in. but seeing you so nonchalant about it, simply starting the shower and going about what you’d normally do in the morning, it soothed him, and brought a knot to his stomach.

he hadn’t seen that shade of red in such a long time. the way it complimented your skin, and spread across your pussy, it made him ache. some had even spread to your inner thighs and back to your butt. when you bent over to reach the faucet, he got a good look. he whined low in his throat.

you must’ve heard something, because you straightened up and looked around the bathroom. he pulled his eye away for a moment, hiding, before peeking back inside. you had gone back to your business, now gathering up your clothes in your arms. he could see, from where he was, your bloodied panties laying in the heap you carried to the hamper. it made him drool. it was like watching someone throwing away a perfectly good cake.

well, you always told him not to be wasteful. he gathered himself up, shuffling back down the attic ladder, and sneaking without a sound to the bathroom door. he pressed his ear against it, listening to you pad over to the shower and step inside. once he heard the curtain close, he pushed the door open just a crack, making sure you had really gotten in. you had, and would be none the wiser to his schemes.

he pushed the door open more, now peeking inside just enough that he could get to the hamper that sat right beside it. there they were, right on top. your panties were bright red and still sticky from the bleeding throughout the night. he plucked them from their spot, and shut the door without a sound. he ran his way back up the stairs. this you heard, but assumed he was chasing claude or found something interesting to do while he waited for you.

you had no idea he was being vile. he had sat himself down on his old mattress, laying back and yanking his shirt up his chest, pulling his pants down to his thighs. his cock was already hard, and slapped against his stomach when he released it from his boxers. your panties found their way to his face, pressed hard to his nose and mouth.

billy felt disgusting. here he was, licking over the crotch of your underwear, sucking at the blood and juices you had left on it. it was sweet and salty, all at the same time. it felt like licking jam. he breathed in deep, moaning when a new type of musk hit his nose. he had never smelled blood like this before, never tasted something so good. maybe it was because it was yours. you were so much better than anything he had ever experienced, and this just further proved his point.

he choked his dick, stroking it hard and fast. he knew you’d be out of the shower soon, and once you’d gotten dressed you’d come to find him. he had to be quick. he knew this was wrong, but it only made it feel so much better. the idea of getting caught like this, while he looked like such a messy slut, it was nothing but invigorating to him. he was lucky the fabric was muffling his moans, or else you’d surely hear him through the noise of the shower.

he pumped up and down his cock, licking long stripes up your panties and gathering that taste onto his tongue. it made him whimper. “p-piggy blood… dirty piggy blood… sweet on billy’s tongue! like - fuck - like a candy… a treat for billy - such a good treat. billy’s been so good, deserves a treat - fuck- needs it - fuck!” he rambled, muffled, into your underwear as he fucked into his grip. his head rolled back, his back arching, and his eyes squeezing shut. he wished you were there, sitting down on his face, rubbing all of that red up and down his lips. he wanted the honey straight from the hive.

he pulled the fabric away from his mouth, licking his lips. the panties were soaking wet from his spit now. he used this to his advantage, wrapping the soiled underwear around his cock and beginning to stroke quick. he had to bite down on his fingers now, moaning and grinding up into his own grip. he squeezed it around himself, wishing it was you. he begged to the open air for you to let him cum, let him mix his fluids with yours. he wanted it so bad, he needed it. it had been so long, so so long-

he came with a cry, trembling against the mattress. his hand stilled and squeezed, milking out every last drop, and catching it all in your underwear. he stared down at the mess he made, his own cum mixing with the last bits of blood painting your panties. it made his breath catch in his throat.

“such a dirty billy… so- so dirty,” he muttered, proud of his work. after a moment of gathering himself up, he stood and made his way back to the ladder. he slid down it, walking back to the bathroom so he could return your underwear to its rightful place in the hamper.

just as he went to reach for the doorknob, the door itself swung open, and you stood wrapped in a towel, surprised to see him. what a sight it was. dried blood covered his mouth, and drool painted the front of his shirt. there in his hands were your messy underwear, clearly having been used by the man in front of you.

his face turned red. he was frozen. despite how much he enjoyed the feeling of being caught, this was a little different. he had already done the deed. what would you think? what would you say? he felt so naughty, he felt like such a bad boy.

you finally snapped out of it, grabbing your panties from him and plopping them in the hamper. “could’ve just told me you wanted to play,” you tutted. you dropped the towel, and his eyes dropped down along with it. he could already feel his stomach churning, and his cock beginning to ache with need. he looked back up at you, and you smirked, reaching a hand up so you could swipe some dried blood from his bottom lip with your thumb. “if it’s blood you want, there’s plenty more. c’mon, let’s go play.” you nodded towards the bedroom, walking over.

billy stood shocked for just a moment, before rushing after you. oh, how excited he was to have someone as disgusting as him.

[simping4villains]

A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another Phinks oneshot requested by one of my wattpad readers! My requests are always open, just keep in mind that it may take me awhile to get to them bc i’m working on sooo many fics rn. Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

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Warning: Sexual content

The mission was simple: break into the social club on the edge of town and steal the valuables that were said to be hidden in the safe. What the intel failed to mention was that the social club was a common hangout for the local mafia members. When the four of you broke in, you were completely swarmed. Of course, those grunts couldn't actually use nen, so it didn't pose much of a challenge, but a heads up still would have been nice.

   "What's wrong? Why are you holding back?" You asked Phinks as he snapped the neck of the last man in the most recent wave of enemies, dropping him into a heap on the ground.

   "Huh? Whachya mean, holding back?"

   "Oh sorry, I just thought you had to have some kind of intense power to be a part of the phantom troupe."

   You hadn't been with the troupe for long, so you hadn't gotten to see everyone's abilities, but you were very impressed with the few that you had seen. It made sense why they had the sort of reputation that they did.

   "The hell are you saying?"

   "Nothing, forget it. Let's just catch up with Shalnark and Feitan." The hallway ahead of you split into two paths. You weren't exactly sure which one led to the other spiders. "Uh, any idea where they went?"

   "I was a little busy when they ran off," he snapped.

   Why was he always so fucking defensive?

   "Alright, guess we'll have to split up to find them. You think you can handle yourself?"

   He rolled his eyes as he pushed past you. "Don't get too cocky, newbie."

   You both picked a hallway to follow. It became clear pretty quickly that you had chosen the right path. More blood and bodies covered the floor the further you went. Eventually, you found Feitan and Shalnark standing at the end of the hallway. Behind them was a large, metal door.

   "Oh, hey y/n!" Shalnark called when he saw you. "Perfect timing."

   "Where's Phinks?" Feitan asked impatiently.

   "He went down the other hallway to look for you guys."

   He gave an annoyed grunt as he pulled out his phone. "Will text him."

   "So, how's your first official mission going so far? You sure you still wanna be a troupe member?" Shalnark asked you.

   "It's not all that bad," you laughed. "I hadn't talked to Phinks much before this, though. What the hell is his problem?"

   "Good question," Feitan muttered as he read Phinks's immediate reply to his text.

   Shalnark laughed. "Aw, come on! Phinks is a great guy. He's just got a lot of. . ."

   "Anger issues?" Feitan offered.

   Shalnark shook his head. "No, that's not it."

   "Stupidity?"

   "Not that either."

   "Don't know what else it could be."

   Shalnark's eyes lit up. "Passion! Yeah, that's it."

   Feitan hummed, clearly thinking his answers were better.

   "We havin a party over here?" Phinks asked as he strolled up. "What the hell are you guys doing just standing around?"

   "Well, we were waiting for you to catch up," Shalnark explained.

   "Took you long enough," you teased.

   Phinks opened his mouth, likely to cuss you out for picking on him, but Shalnark cut him off.

   "So anyway, this door might give us a bit of trouble. I can try to hack the digital lock, unless you have any other ideas, Phinks?"

   Feitan snickered. "Really asking him?"

   Phinks reared on him. "Hey, listen here, you little runt, I'm as capable of coming up with solutions as anyone else!"

   "Whatever you say."

   "I don't need this," Phinks huffed before taking a few steps back. "Watch and learn."

   He activated his nen and charged at the door, preparing to throw his body into it. At the last second, it swung open, causing him to crash to the floor. You and Feitan couldn't help but laugh.

   "Whoops! Sorry, Phinks," Shalnark apologized. "I ended up being able to hack it after all."

   Phinks groaned, rolling onto his back. "It's fine, Shal. No harm done, right?"

   "Just to your ego," Feitan said. "Proved us right."

   "I dunno," you countered, "even I didn't think he could be that pathetic."

   He lifted his head to look at you. "You wanna quit talkin shit?"

   You shrugged. "I'm just being honest"

   He scoffed in response. "That's it." Phinks pushed himself off of the ground, dusting himself off. "Fei, Shal, you think you can handle the rest of this mission?"

   They both looked at each other, clearly confused. It was Shalnark who finally answered. "Uh, sure, yeah."

   With that, Phinks stormed over to you, picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

   "Hey!" You shrieked. "Put me down!"

   "Relax, will ya? You and I are just gonna go have a chat about this fucking attitude of yours."

   "I can walk just fine on my own, though! Shalnark, will you talk some sense into this brute?"

   Shalnark waved at you as you disappeared around the corner of the hallway. "See you guys later! Remember that spiders aren't allowed to kill each other!"

   You couldn't believe his response. The other two were really just letting Phinks carry you off to god-knows-where to bitch you out. Fucking traitors.

   Phinks found an empty room—some sort of storage room judging by the piles of boxes and shelves of junk—that he decided was private enough for him to say whatever was on his mind. He locked the door behind him so that no stray mafia members would interrupt and finally set you back on your feet. As soon as he did, you punched him in the shoulder.

   "Ow! What the hell is that for?!"

   "For treating me like a god damn rag doll!"

   You went to swing again, but he caught your fist and pinned you against the wall.

   "Will you calm the fuck down?"

   "No, you're acting like a dickhead."

   "Me? You're the one firing off all the snarky comments. Didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?"

   "Oh, you're right. I forgot i'm supposed to respect my elders," you spat. "Sorry, geezer."

   He gave a wry laugh. "You know, with the way you're acting, it seems like you might be trying to hide something."

   "Oh yeah? Like what?"

   He moved one of his hands from where it kept you pinned, tilting your head so that your eyes met. "I think you've got a little crush."

   It was your turn to laugh. "You can't be serious."

   A crush? Absolutely not. Sure, when you'd first seen Phinks you couldn't help but admire him—I mean, come on, his body was stupidly gorgeous—but your interest was quickly crushed by his personality. You hated men who thought they were god's gift to humanity.

   "Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me back at the base." He smirked. "You want me, don't you? That's why you're being such a brat—it's just to get my attention."

   You scoffed. "God, you're so fucking cocky."

   "Be honest," he leaned closer so his lips nearly brushed your ear. "Does it make you want me even more?"

   His warm breath made you shiver. It didn't go unnoticed by Phinks, who started to chuckle before you pushed him away.

   "Knock it off!"

   "Why?" He asked. "Because you know i'm right?"

   "You're not," you insisted, trying to keep your pride in-tact.

   "Oh, come on, I felt the way you reacted when I was close to you." His finger traced your ear to emphasize his point.

   You smacked his hand away. "I'm not sure what you mean."

   "Right." He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, following the action with his eyes. "So you're telling me that if I tried to kiss you right now, you'd stop me?"

   "Why don't you find out?"

   He frowned. "Are you just looking for an excuse to hit me?"

   "I don't need an excuse."

   "Guess I might as well take my chances, then."

   He wrapped his fingers in your hair and pulled you to him so that your lips met.

   You didn't punch him. Hell, you didn't even try to push him away. Your eyes just fluttered shut as the world melted around you. What the hell was wrong with you?

   You opened your eyes again when the two of you broke apart. You'd be lying if you said that you were surprised by the smug look on his face.

   "Guess I was right."

   "No, you absolutely were not!" You denied, though your voice sounded incredibly shrill and unconvincing as it left your throat.

   He crossed his arms over his chest. "Then why'd you let me kiss you?"

   "Spiders don't fight."

   It was a pathetic excuse.

   "You would've been well within your rights to slap me if you wanted. I wouldn't have held it against you."

   "I didn't know."

   "Would it really have changed the way you reacted?"

   "It might've, yeah."

   Even you didn't believe it as you said it. Really, you knew that Phinks fully expected you to slap him when he'd kissed you. Things certainly would've been a whole lot easier if you had. Now you were left questioning yourself.

   His hand found its way back into your hair. "Well, here, i'll do it again so you have the chance."

   "No, don't do that!"

   "Why not? Because you're lying? Because you know you secretly want me to?"

   Your face was starting to feel impossibly hot. "That's not it at all!"

   "Oh, really? Then what is it? You're afraid of hurting me?"

   "I. . ."

   He laughed. He knew he'd won. "You had so much to say earlier. Where'd all that sass go?"

   You pursed your lips, glaring daggers at him. "Shut up."

   "You're cute when you act tough."

   "I'll kick your ass, you know."

   He brushed his thumb over your cheek, flashing you that gorgeous, crooked smile that you could barely stomach. "Oh, I'm sure you will."

   "Don't patronize me. I fucking mean it."

   "Mhmm."

   You frowned, feeling your annoyance battling it out with the sexual tension. You weren't sure which would win.

   Ultimately, it was Phinks who threw in te towel. He untangled his fingers from your hair and stepped away from you, moving to leave the room.

   You felt breathless without his touch, without having him so close to you.

   "Where the hell are you going?" You called after him.

   He turned back to you. "I figured we were done talking. I mean, you told me that my theory was wrong, so what more is there left to say?"

   He turned again to leave. You rushed forward, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. You'd been so ready to tell him off, to give him a piece of your mind, but as soon as your eyes met you froze.

   "What's this all about, huh?" he asked.

   "We don't. . . we don't have to say anything."

   "The hell do you mean by that?"

   You threw your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He was caught off guard for a second, but then you felt him smile against you. He had won. He was right. Whatever.

   "So you do want me?" he teased, biting your bottom lip.

   You flipped the two of you around so that he was the one pinned up against the wall. "Please, you couldn't wait to get me alone."

   You pressed your mouth to his again, running your tongue over his bottom lip for him to grant you entrance. He dropped his jaw so that you could explore his mouth with your tongue. All the while you were working your fingers into his hair, pulling his head aside to expose his neck.

   When you sunk your teeth into his skin he let out a combination of a yelp and a moan. "Jesus christ, woman."

   "What?" You asked innocently, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where you'd bitten him.

   He chuckled, tilting his head for you to keep going. "You just might be more than I bargained for."

   The corners of your mouth pricked up into a smirk. "I guarantee I am."

   You sucked a harsh bruise onto his neck as you unzipped his jacket, slowly pushing it off of his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. You hadn't ever seen him without it, so you hadn't realized just how toned he really was. His muscles rippled under the loosely fitting material of his tank top. You could hardly peel your eyes away.

   "Wanna wipe up all that drool?" he teased.

   "Fuck off."

   "Nah, it's fine. You can admit you think i'm a dime."

   You wrapped your hand around his throat. "Would you shut the hell up?"

   His eyes went wide with excitement. "Yes ma'am."

   Your clothes flew off piece by piece amidst a montage of sloppy kisses and teeth grazing skin until he was sat back against a stack of crates with you straddling his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you slowly sank down on his cock, mouth agape and brows furrowed in a silent, pained moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. He felt even bigger than he'd looked.

   "You okay?" He asked, brushing your hair out of your face so he could look into your eyes as soon as your hips were resting on his.

   "Just fine," you assured him, though you were sure your face was betraying you.

   "So you'd be alright with me moving right now?" He shifted experimentally and you felt a surge of pain stemming from where the two of you were connected.

   Your hands shot to his chest to stop him. "Let me."

   You slowly raised your hips and lowered them back down on him, building up a rhythm to get yourself comfortable until you were all but bouncing on his dick. His hands held your ass, lazily guiding you up and down his shaft.

   He threw his head back in a moan. "You're so fucking hot. Shoulda done this sooner. Shoulda made a move the second I laid eyes on you."

   "I would've thought you were a jackass," you retorted.

   He gave a breathy laugh in response. "Does that mean you don't now?"

   "I'm not sure i'd say that."

   His mouth quirked into an amused smile before he pulled you into a kiss, hot and passionate and wild. When you broke apart he rested his forehead against yours, letting his hands run over your skin to soothe you.

   "Do you need me to hold back still?"

   You shook your head.

   "Then you might wanna brace yourself."

   He gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. You buried your face into his neck, clawing at his back and tugging at his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded as he pounded into you relentlessly. He didn't slow until his tip rammed your cervix, causing you to squeal into his shoulder.

   He froze, pulling away so he could look at you. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?"

   "I'm fine," you assured him.

   He rolled the two of you so that you were on your back. "I can slow it down for a sec," he said, rolling his hips so that he moved in long, slow strokes. With the angle he was at, he brushed all the right spots on each retreat. You were practically seeing stars.

   "God, Phinks," you breathed.

   "Yeah, babe? That feel good?"

   "Fuck, yes."

   Your hands snaked up his arms to pull him down into another kiss. Meanwhile, one of his hands moved between the two of you and settled on your clit. You gasped as his fingers started tracing circles against it and he used the opportunity to catch your bottom lip between his teeth.

   You arched against him, letting out a low whine. You appreciated how gentle he was trying to be with his slow thrusts, but it wasn't enough.

   "What is it, gorgeous?"

   "I want more."

   "More? You want me to be rough with you again?"

   "Please."

   He completely pulled out of you. The empty feeling left you ready to complain, but he cut you off when he grabbed you by the throat and said, "Get on your hands and knees."

   You quickly scrambled to do as he'd asked, nearly shaking with anticipation as he positioned himself behind you. You were expecting the sensation of his cock head teasing your entrance, but instead he landed a hard slap on your ass.

   "What the hell was that for?!" You yelped as he did it again.

   "You think you can act like a brat all night long without any consequences? You should've known you had this coming. You were practically begging for me to put you in your place."

   You didn't know how to react. You'd never had anyone treat you like that before. You were struggling to accept the fact that you kind of enjoyed it.

   He folded himself over your body so that he was speaking directly in your ear. "Now, you're gonna take every inch of me like the good little slut you are, got it?"

   You nodded, struggling to find words to respond to him.

   Once he got the go-ahead, he shoved your face down into the floor so that your back arched, making your ass stick up. He gave it one last slap before forcing the whole length of his cock into you at once.

   You cried out in pain, gritting your teeth as your walls accommodated his size.

   "You can take it," he said, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Can't you?"

   "Yes,” you whimpered.

   "Good girl.”

   His words caused a new heat to build between your legs. "Please," you begged, "fuck me."

   "Whatever you want, princess."

   He pulled back his hips and slammed them into you again, repeating the action over and over until he was was hammering into you even faster than before. You could feel that familiar coil of pleasure building once more, threatening to snap. As if Phinks could sense it, he dropped a hand down to give attention to your clit again.

   "Come for me, babe. I know you're close." He nipped at your ear. "I wanna feel you come on my cock. I wanna ride you through it until you're all fucked out. Let go for me."

   You did, letting your orgasm wash over you, carrying all of the tension in your body with it until you practically melted into Phinks. It was pure bliss.

  He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him and grabbed your hips, using them as handlebars to help him chase his own release. Within moments, you felt him stutter and a warmth spread through you, letting you know that he'd finished as well.

   Once the fog had cleared a bit from his head, he pulled out of you and rolled onto the floor, laying on his back. You collapsed beside him and watched his chest rise and fall heavily as he caught his breath.

   "You gonna be alright?" You asked. "I know senior citizens are at a higher risk for heart attacks if they overexert themselves."

   He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him, tilting your chin up and slipping his thumb between your lips.

   "You sure do like to mouth off. Maybe next time we'll have to put this to better use."

   You spat his thumb out. "Next time? You've got the wrong idea. This was just a one-off thing."

   He gave a hearty chuckle, like what you said had genuinely amused him. "Sure it was, babe. Whatever you say."

[rev3rb]

Hiya again! This month’s chapter was pretty straightforward and simple. Although I actually expected Paimon to go for something a little more subtle and strategic than a knife lol. And I am a bit confused on how Mika’s power caused the explosion. Poor thing though, he really was just trying to understand and do the right thing. But it doesn’t seem like this sacrifice prevents God from punishing them, which is what I really wanna get to. Rn I’m guessing that the punishment will involve the first turning into a vampire and the other angels turning into humans?? Regardless of what the punishment is, I’m a bit lost on what it does for the story. Like are we supposed to accept God’s action as the laws of nature or question his rules? When it comes to almost all of the other characters, we’ve already gotten information on their motivations and goals. Now that God has been introduced he’s a new unknown that I would some answers about. What about you? Thoughts on the new chapter?

Hey! Long time no see even though we talked briefly last month!

Simple and straightforward is a good way to put it. For once, the chapter isn't bombarding us with too many unanswered questions which is refreshing in a way.

I expected something more subtle too, especially bc this is supposed to be Rigr, and Rigr is all secret plans and subtlety. Guess these angels aren't exactly one to one... though given how little time he had, maybe Paimon just didn't have many options/opportunities for subtlety.

Eh, I have a feeling we won't get an exact explanation of angel Mika's powers just bc he's already kinda dead lol. He's powerful and that's probably all we need to know. Why he's that powerful is the real question here, one of which I'm not sure how to answer. Sika Madu obviously made him special but it's hard to speculate what that means exactly.

Ah, God. I'm not entirely sure if we're heading toward God being an actual character or if God will just stay as this punishing presence. I could see the story going either way. I think I'd honestly prefer God staying a presence as we already have a heaping of characters that are all doing similar things for their own selfishly selfless reasons. With that trend, if God became a character, there'd also probably be some sympathetic reason that 'the laws' need to be upheld or whatever. I'm ok with not having that and just having God stay 'taboos must not be committed bc this all powerful presence will punish you'. As for the actual punishment? I'm thinking that the punishment is going to come later after Sika Madu does something else to try and resurrect Mika. Mika is dead after all and Sika Madu seemingly hasn't found a way to cure that disease yet, so any taboos have been corrected. I would guess that there has to be some other taboo committed before any punishment actually happens. Considering all these angels aren't around anymore and all the ones we recognize are now demons, I would think it has something to do with destroying all that has been built here and killing or otherwise changing the angels on Earth. Only time will tell though I suppose. Maybe Sika Madu created mankind or something. Wouldn't that be something?

Now for my thoughts beyond this? Just one off thoughts here and there:

We really wasted more panel space watching Yu go "this stuff is exhausting but I'm eating so I'll be good". It feels unnecessary at this point. It didn't add anything, but we ended at a good stopping point so I'm not too upset about it.

"There's no time to explain" Paimon says as he then proceeds to explain everything lmao

In that same line of thought, you'd think Sika Madu would have gotten to the scene sooner since that explosion happened a fair amount of time before Mika did that to himself

I'm thinking that the Yu eye thing we see is going to be recycled into Sika Madu's next project that involves reviving Mika, that taboo I mentioned earlier. That's probably partially how the Yu we know today has memories of all this.

The cycle that is sacrificing yourself for your loved ones continues spinning round and round, though it's been slightly more subtle before now.

It feels like the past is starting to ish wrap up so I'm wondering if we only have a chapter or two more here in the past

[thespaceunfuckening]

Sunday 14/5/23

Many things today!!!

So I realized last night that my work clothes were dirty from before my trip and I had a shift today so I needed them. But!!! There was a small enough amount of laundry that I could very easily just throw in all my non-delicates and do that load of laundry all at once!!! It is not folded but it’s all clean and dry in the hamper

While the laundry was going this morning, I organized my jewelry, which sorely needed doing bc it’s just been in like a heap in my bedside drawer for forever. Now it’s actually mostly in a box and neat.

I did in fact manage to cook this evening! Not my prettiest chicken pie but entirely edible and will be very good leftovers for the coming week

Additionally, besides one pan that’s soaking, i washed everything I used to make the chicken pie so MY KITCHEN REMAINS CLEAN!!!!!

GOOD NEWS!!! I FOUND MY BIKE LOCK KEY thank god. Bad news: I did in fact have to delve into the Horrible Closet Of Everything to find it. So the kitchen remains clean but the entrance hallway is once again a flood of Boxes and Objects and I am too tired to put it all back rn. Perhaps if I had not cleaned literally every single thing in the kitchen yesterday but yeah it’s just not gonna happen tonight. I will have to clear a little bit of it just to like. Leave my apartment in the morning. But idk if I will get all of it shoved back in or not. But I’m just relieved I found the key tbh.

What I haven’t done is pull my bike out and actually pump up the tires and make sure it’s in decent working order. I am not going to use it tomorrow actually, as I have few enough walks and plenty of time to get to them, and I really don’t want to have to ride it all the way down to the office to pick up my keys bc as I remember that ride is a pain. I *am* 100% going to need it for Tuesday tho so that’s. Gonna happen sometime tomorrow. Somehow. Maybe.

But hey uh. I can’t remember the last time I had this many clean clothes AND this clean of a kitchen AT THE SAME TIME. Maybe this is working? Maybe? Like it was wild to look in the hamper and realize oh I don’t need to just pull out my work clothes and a handful of random other things to make the load worth it, I could just. Wash all these clothes. This is just one washing machine worth of clothes.

[jiminrings]

hi miss hannah!! oh my this is my first time sending an ask to someone but you're so nice its enough to give me courage to come here.

first of all, i LOVE your works so so so much 💞💞 i have read and absolutely adored all your works and then reread them all bc they are my favourite out of all on this app 😩✋🏻 ngl its one of the reasons why ive started writing myself

um as ive just started writing recently i have problems with writing fics longer than 600 words and i wanna write longer fics but its so hard to make it longer bc usually its just a scene idea in my head that i can write but not a whole story yk? i love ur stories so much and wanna write in a similar way, are there any tips you can give me? some plotting tips would be appreciated

you don't have to reply to this! ik you're very overwhelmed with ur life rn so I'll understand <33

LOVE YOUUU❤❤

AHHHHH IM HONORED!!! THANK U SO MUCH LOVE YEWWWWW ❤️‍🩹🫂 i’m twiddling my feet as i write this but at the top of my head, here’s what i can say!!

dw at all bc stories r all comprised of scenes anyway no matter how cohesive or not (aka slice of life au) and at the end of the day, quantity doesn’t automatically equate to quality!!! personally i have loved and retained more 3k fics than 10k+ fics in my memory :-)

also i’m putting it out there that these r all the things i personally do and not a universal standard so pls take what resonates with u and leave what doesn’t :-)

personally i loveeeee plotting every single detail that comes to mind when i write scenes!! it could just be a random thought that Oh Maybe member says this line here while doing this and oc does this facial expression there etc

i don’t produce/consume bits of writing where it’s all so formal and rigid so i try my best to stray away from a stiff perspective in storytelling!! e.g. the scene calls for rain, but instead of me going all shakespeare-ish, i liken it to a metaphor i make up on the spot that isn’t pretentious (so u can still have that bond w the readers) OR just straight-up go with the flow instead of adhering to strict technicalities

what also helps me shorten/lengthen my fics is writing out the lines i picture in my head!! u don’t necessarily have to think of everything ur characters say chronologically!! i jus put mine in randomly and later collect then organize the heaps of bullet points into separate scenes <3

[snaillamp]

All the stuff I’ve come up with since my last original post is feeling a bit flat rn. I have heaps of prompts and stuff I’ve amassed over time that I can probably use to inspire me and maybe just post the prompts if that’s what the people want. Idk I just wanna get something out there.

I do have one story that’s pretty much done and will get posted but it’s got a case of the flat fuckery so I need to fix it up a little. Idk I just needed to post something cause I’m bored and want to

[dearsnow]

WINTER CHILL

- when you find yourself bent to the whims of the common cold, your lover takes it as a challenge. (jon snow x gn!lannister!reader, established relationship fluff, reader with hair, part of the standstill collection but not a part of the main storyline)

word count: 711

STANDSTILL: The arrival of the Lannisters and Baratheons in Winterfell has caused the world to quiet for just a moment- a moment long enough to last lifetimes.

a/n - my first non-main-plot standstill fic!!!! in this one, you have an established relationship with jon, so it’s later in the timeline than i have written :) also i have covid rn, that’s why i wrote this 😭

“Stay away,” You sniffle, pulling your blanket closer to your body and away from Jon. “I don’t want you to fall ill.”

He brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m strong. The sickness won’t take to me like it does you.” There’s a caring sort of gentleness in how he holds both your hands in his, kissing them like he isn’t afraid. Like he isn’t terrified of your family name nor your affliction or even the rumors circulating you and your father. You realize, in that moment, that the connection threading between your fates is strong in sickness and in health.

His warm forehead presses against your feverish one and your heart doubles its pace. These soft moments, the ones spoken through the brushing of your skin to his, are just perfectly Jon. “Don’t worry.” He murmurs, voice sending you a slight vibration. “I’ll be alright.”

You believe him. As much as you worry about him, you’ve been craving his presence for days. That night, you let him sleep in your bed again. You fall into your familiar pattern of kissing him good night and holding his body against yours before you fall into the best sleep you’ve had since you banned him from your presence.

The next morning, you wake to empty sheets and a hushed conversation right next to your closed door.

“That was a foolish idea, you know how easily you succumb to sicknesses.” It’s Sansa, voice quiet but riddled with concern.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll come out of it sooner or later. I needed to be with them.” Jon’s voice is stern and urgent, like he’s trying to wrap up the conversation. As they speak, going back and forth about what Snow should or should not do, you begin to understand that your lover is a big fat liar.

“So, you lied to me?” You call. The door muffles your voice just a bit, but the people on the other side can hear your intent clear as day. You can almost see the panic on their faces.

“It’s not what you think.” Jon says quickly, cracking the door open. “I didn’t expect you to be up this early.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Avoiding the question, are we?”

He hesitates before Sansa fills the silence. “Yes. He’s so stupid, he gets sick more than the rest of us combined and yet he still waltzes into your room like he’s trying to die.”

“Well, to be fair, I don’t think this illness will put me to death,” Jon protests. You and Sansa crack knowing smiles.

“Oh, the fancies of true love.” Sansa laments.

You smile. “There’s nothing quite like it.” Jon’s eyebrows furrow into his signature broody scowl, causing you to laugh for the first time in a while.

“Well, I’d better fetch the maester,” notes Sansa, giving an overdramatic curtsey. “I’m sure you’ll need him sooner rather than later.”

You stare at him for a few heartbeats. “Jon Snow. Did you really endanger yourself for a few kisses?” There’s a hint of seriousness in your tone, but you decide to drop the anger for a moment. It’s endearing, really- the unwavering love he constantly displays for you. Reckless, yes, but sweet even more so.

“I wanted to lie with you for one night, is that so bad?” Judging by the look in his eyes, there’s so much he isn’t saying. A hidden whirl of ��I care’, a pinch of ‘I love you’, and a heaping of ‘I need you like air, as you need me like earth’ spiral in his mind, and you can see it all. He’s not very good at hiding his emotions. Not from you, anyways.

Your eyes soften further. “It’s not. I just wish you would be more careful.” As much as you love him, one person going through a bout of illness is enough.

“I will, I promise.” He takes your hand in his. “Allow me one more night and I’ll be out of your hair.”

You sigh as he rubs his thumb over yours in an attempt to win your favor. His insistent eyes stare at you so hard you think he might burn a hole into your head.

“You drive a hard bargain, Snow, but it’s a deal.”

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[lacunafiction]

Progress Update: 15 May 2022

I hope you’re doing well and staying safe! Hello to new and old readers.

The masterpost with the demo link is: HERE. Reblogs are always appreciated.

> Here is a more specific update regarding what I have been doing:

- I have been primarily focusing on making edits or revisions to what I’ve written so far…

- …That^ probably doesn’t sound like the most exciting bit of news to share, haha. (I think most people prefer writing to editing? I do enjoy going back and re-discovering scenes I wrote a while ago.) The good thing is that those edits are coming to an end with each day I spend hours going over the scene files. I won’t suggest a tentative date for when they will be over, but I’m optimistic about it being soon! 😊

- One positive about this part of the process is being able to re-visit choices that I wrote many months ago with a fresh set of eyes. Adding choices/options allows me to mix the editing part with some new writing along the way. There is this one scene in particular with B that I’m so excited for you all to read. It lets you learn a bit more about the road trip that led to your arrival in Fernweh; there’s some humor to it… Well, depending on what you pick and your MC’s mood at the moment.

Below is a very tiny teaser without much context, though I will say that the change in season around where I live has made the greenery quite photogenic. I could see B snapping pics around Fernweh too:

“No more twine.”

B pouts a little at your comment. “It was the world’s largest ball of it, not just twine…”

“It was a glorified heap of string,” you weakly retort, attempting to shake off your somber thoughts, even if your remark indirectly relates to them. This town is a tangled web that you can’t get caught up in. “Let’s focus on scenery related sights first, okay? Photo-worthy things.”

- In my last update, I also mentioned stat balancing. I am relatively set on how the pluses/minuses and tailored text are triggered after going over them repeatedly. I will likely be testing it once more in some playthroughs.🧐

- I’ve also been tinkering with new chapters, though the editing is taking priority and focusing my writing on certain sections of the story that I have written. I’m psyched to get back into mainly writing!

- - -

> Here is what I plan to work on:

- I will be continuing to edit, though that will change when I move to playthroughs of the unreleased material. I’m about to hop back into Chapter 12 after I post this on here and queue the post on Tumblr.

-  I think seeing the chapters in the DashingDon format helps me notice things since I’m familiar with the colors/layout of the coding editor I use…? Hopefully that makes sense. I used to be the same way when typing in documents versus putting those same words in powerpoints for my classes and catching stuff or seeing places where a sentence could be changed a little. A change of scenery, maybe?

Thank you all for your patience and support! 💚 I’m diligently working on Book 1 even though I’m a little quiet on social media while working on it rn. (I tend to fixate on things.) Best wishes to each of you!💐

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

[bitchlessdino]

Holiday Blind Hate Pt. 2

Pairing: fem!reader X domestic!dino

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life

Word count: 6.8k

BEWARE OF: sweetheart!seungcheol, awkward!reader, spicy moments, almost smut, horny!reader, lonely!reader, tease!chan, horny!chan, enemies to ???, slice of life, swearing, reader is a fucking simp for seungcheol but who isn’t really?, She's also horny for Chan and vice versa, mentions of sex, sexual themes, mentions of bullying, anxious!reader, mention of other SVT members, not so holiday-esque but it’ll get there i almost forgot i wrote this for the holidays

Summary: All you wanted was your own hallmark romance this Christmas, but it looks like you signed up for more than you asked for when you decided to go on a blind date offered by the one guy you wanted to be on the date with.

author note: Soo its been a long couple of weeks. My bro was just confirmed sick with rona and now I am waiting for my test results. Told people I've been around to stay watch but I feel fine mostly. the only thing I've been looking forward to is having this posted because it's the only thing I can guarantee rn and I had so much planned for the new year. it really sucks because things have been looking up for me and I dropped such a bomb that I don't even know what to say. I expected this too, probably jinxed myself, whatever being is up there is play games with me. Anywayssss please enjoy lee Chan being hot piece of shit.

Chapters -[1] [3] (COMPLETE)

The night continued in your dreams, envisioning scenarios where you hadn’t let him go that night. His hands still up in your hair and your hands roaming over his body, getting to see all that you were missing out on in all those years you knew of his existence. You shuddered at the thought. You were supposed to be in love with his brother and here you were dreaming of kissing Chan on his stupid handsome face of his. He was undeniably a good kisser too, which made it all the more frustrating. It even preoccupied your mind in the workplace. You would occasionally fan your face with your shirt, heaving it up and down against your body, constantly reminded of your indecency.

“You hot? Weird, I was told they fixed the air conditioning.” Seungcheol appeared before you with a water bottle and a heaping serving of whatever was served for lunch today. “Help me finish this, they gave me too much.”

You happily obliged. The man in front of you smiled like a proud father as you enjoyed your shared meal. He opened the ice-cold bottle of water and placed it in front of you, urging you to drink. You thanked him with a nod and wrapped the bottle around your mouth, relieved at the cool sensation hitting your throat.

“You’re looking better these days.” He commented.

You nodded, returning his smile. “Maybe, I don’t know.”

“Could this be thanks to a lovely brother I’m quite fond of?”

You tried maintaining your composure, making you look as if you hadn’t just been mentally undressing Chan in front of anyone within your vicinity. “He’s good company.”

“Just good company?’” He frowned.

“I told you, we’re still in the talking phase. I doubt he’s thinking much about what we have going on.”

“I don’t know. Chan’s been bit too happy these days and I don't think that’s just due to some ‘good company.” He emphasized with finger quotations.

“Did he...say anything?” Your interest suddenly piqued.

Of course, there was no denying that you were attracted to the man in front of you, but there was also no doubt your confusing feelings towards Chan. He was just thrust into your life with no warning and the last thing you expected was for you, to say the least, to fraternize with someone you considered an enemy. You still had the tiniest bit of resentment towards him for the past, but you’d be lying if you weren’t at least curious whether Chan had thoughts about you that he’d relay to his brother.

Seungcheol waved you in for privacy and placed a hand upward the side of his face, pretending to be wary of someone catching you both exchanging secrets. You played along, assuming some kind of joke to arise. Your ear leaned into his cupped hand, waiting for what he had to say.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think our Channie has a thing for you.”

You lightly shoved the man, expecting something way more interesting. He erupted in giggles, laughing at his own statement like it was the funniest damn thing he’s ever heard. “Come on, Seungcheol. This is Chan we’re talking about. We’ve only been talking for 2 weeks.”

His eyes shot up, “Really, because last I heard, you’ve known each other for as long as you were both 19.”

You paused, eyes narrowing in his relaxed position as he nonchalantly devoured his portion of the lunch pasta. “How could you possibly know that?”

“We’re from the same frat,” He shrugged, tomato sauce staining the corner of his lip before licking it up, “He’s my legacy. I am in touch with all kinds of news, including my brother.”

“So then you know--”

“That he totally screwed you over because he thought with his dick instead of his head? Yes.” He answered bluntly.

You shushed him. “Language, we’re still in the office.”

“Yeah, and we’re the only ones around. We’re fine. Anyways, I’m so happy to have you as part of the family. Soon, anyways. Always wondered what it's like having a sister. We’ve always been all boys.”

Now you were being referred to as a sister, great. As if you couldn’t get involved with him platonically enough. You’ve known him for only a few years and you were already a sister. He was making this way more difficult than they needed to be. It seemed as if you were straying further away from your goal. And it doesn’t help that Chan looked devilishly handsome in a tux.

“That good, huh? You’ve been staring at me for a hot minute.”

You picked up your jaw and cleared your throat, already disappointed in yourself for getting distracted so easily. “You definitely… look like you’re going to a wedding.”

He groaned. “Come on, I did not pay for a $200 dollar suit for you to say I look the bare minimum. Give me the self-justice I need for spending this ridiculous amount of money.”

You scoffed. “Please, you make six figures. You can afford it.”

He insisted he invited you over to this time for the outfit check a few days before the wedding. He thought it’d be a nice change of pace since he’s gone used to mooching off you. It was only moments before you walked in through the front door that you saw him strutted toward you like he was the headliner for fashion week.

“Not the point. Compliment me or I’m stripping.” He threatened with fingers pressed firmly to the edge of his jacket.

“—Fine. You look good.”

“Good? Just good?” He nudged teasingly.

He stood before you in a simple suit and a turtle neck beneath, a gold chain falling below his neckline. Chan looked good in anything he wore, but he’s outdone himself this time. Although his hair wasn’t done, it fit him all too well, almost like a second skin. He walked toward you in his new dress shoes, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles of his suit. Of course, he looked amazing, but it wasn't important how he looked right now.

“Okay, you look great. Like you always damn do. Happy?”

His mood slightly falters, recognizing the sound of frustration in your tone. “Well, someone’s one sugar packet less from a good mood. What’s wrong?”

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “He called me his sister today.”

“Step-sister?”

You looked at him disgusted. “Enough with the porn references.”

“I only referenced one.”

“And that’s more than enough.”

He chucked taking the seat next to you on his nice couch. He slouched comfortably, prepared for the complaining he was about to hear. It was one of the things that became a norm on one of these ‘dates’. They had been annoying once until he realized the cute habits you had when rambling about any topic. Much like how you’d chew at the corner of your lip or how you’d clench and unclench your hand when you thought really hard.

“Just kind of feel like I’m working backwards. Why’d you have to convince him so well?” You crossed your arms with a pout. “What did you say to him anyway? He was ecstatic that we were doing well.”

Chan gave a faint smile. “Not much. I don’t know where he’s getting all this from.”

“And did you know that he knew that we knew each other?”

He blinked at your sentence. “Wow, that was a mouthful. Say that again?”

“He knew what happened to us in college. Did you happen to tell him?” You questioned.

“I mention that I screwed up, I didn’t give any names. You don’t think he did some deductive reasoning and meddled in a situation that involves us interacting with each other again” He asked sheepishly.

“He’s the highest performing statistician on our team and company. What do you think?”

“What does being good with math have to anything?”

“It means he’s smart, Chan.” You emphasized, “You have the smartest brother possible and he set us for a disaster date. Why?”

“Maybe, that’s probably why he set us up. He needed a reason for us to talk to each other again. Maybe for me to finally make it up to you.” he reasoned.

“So, it was all an excuse? For us to make up?”

“No, no. If that was the case, the moment he’d find out what happened he’d profusely apologize for my behavior and never have me involved in your life again, but If I know him like I do, Seungcheol probably genuinely thought we’d be good for each other.”

You scoffed. “What would make him think that?”

“I mean, what about you?” he stared back at you intently, an arm pressed against the cushion as his upper body relaxed into a slouched position, “You don’t think we’d be good together?”

“Chan. I very much like your brother.” You reminded him.

He nodded, knowingly, his confidence remained unfazed. “Yeah, but if you weren’t, you don’t think we have chemistry? If we didn’t, you wouldn’t have kissed me the way you did.”

“Consider it a moment of weakness.”

You caught the excuse bug. Once you give one excuse, there come a million others. You couldn’t help it. The way Chan was behaving was the last thing you expected from him given the time you knew him. You knew that since the first kiss things would be different, but you didn’t know how much different. You tried ignoring the change in atmosphere. There was music to be facing but you decided to turn the volume down.

“Are you saying you didn’t feel the way I felt?”

His fingers teased at the hem of your henley, and you felt your breath hitched. You watched as he trailed the hem until it reached the seams, tempted to undo your shirt’s buttons and push your rhetorical ones. His gaze was sensually curious as his chest leaned in your direction.

“You know how our hands touch,” he said this interlocking your fingers, “You feel that electricity that makes you warm all over, or…”

He drew his lips close to your ear and whispered a sweet melody of words, “that beat that’s happening in your chest that just won’t stop no matter how hard you try. You don’t feel those things?”

He brought his face in front of yours. His gaze fixated on you and you can’t help but do the same for him. It was hard to believe that the Chan you knew could stare at you so longingly, wondering if this was how he treated Hana and how she could ever decide to leave.

“Aren’t you bothered that I’m interested in Seungcheol?”

He let out a chuckle and an unwavering smile. His hand raised to pat your hair before using it to grasp your other hand. “It doesn’t matter if you’re interested in Seungcheol. As long as you’re interested in me.”

His lips collided with yours, and almost instantly, you couldn’t help but kiss back. His lips were demanding, and you were eager to supply. They were warm and welcoming, likely due to his cozy attire. Chan managed to peel off his jacket, dropping it to the ground, he would worry about dry cleaning it later. His hand tenderly grasped the side of your neck, his thumb pushing your chin up to him. His arm circled around your body, a hand pressing down on the small of your back.

“Chan, please--” You spoke between kisses.

“God, I love the way you say my name,” he mumbled under his breath.

You made an attempt in resisting, gripping his shoulders and restraining him and at the same time catching your breath, “You’re feeling overwhelmed right now. You think that moving on with someone new will fix your feelings, but it won’t. The best thing to do is accept the facts.”

“Alright,” He paused, cleverly collecting his thoughts, “it’s a fact that you were kissing me a few seconds ago, it’s a fact that you haven’t taken your eyes off me since getting here, and it’s a fact you’re really pretty with your hair tied up like that.”

“Okay, that last one was an opinion, not a fact.” You interjected before he tried kissing you again.

He gave you a straight face. “It’s a fact in my heart.”

You recoiled at the awfully cliche answer, quietly backing away from him.

“Too much?” he asked with a cute smile.

“You could produce enough supply for all of Wisconsin with all that cheese.”

He giggled wholeheartedly, his hands landing on your waist, pulling you back towards him “You’re so cute.”

That was not the last of his attempts of intimacy. Once Chan developed a taste for things, he had now time for savoring. You were constantly on his mind. He was so far down your metaphoric rabbit hole, but he didn’t care. He seemed to have forgotten all that he had planned towards the end of the year and you occupied everything in every second he breathes.

“Hyung, I got it bad.”

Hansol paused mid-bite of his burger to look back at his younger friend. He placed the burger back on his tray and grabbed the soft drink next to him for a sip,“What now,” he mumbled with food still in his mouth.

He shook his head. “I can’t do it anymore. I have to tell her.”

“If I had a nickel for every time you said that and did nothing, I could actually afford one of the houses I sold.” He admitted plainly.

“I just–and she’s so–ughhh,” Chan’s muffled shouts were let in his palms. “She makes me feel like a teenager again. I don’t know what to do.”

“Then tell her. I can’t keep eating all your leftovers because your ‘heart is finally full,’” Hansol mocked.

The man groaned. “I can’t help it. She makes me happy. I want to make her happy. Why did Cheol Hyung have to be my rival?”

“The heart wants what it wants, kid.”

Hansol was used to Chan’s mindless commentary now, having heard it for fifteen years of his life. Even when the man is in his mid-twenties, his tone is still of a teenager at times. And now recently with the new person in his life, it felt like every work lunch he somehow turns the conversation about his barely existing love life. Not that the man minded in particular, Hansol himself wasn’t much of a talker when he came to eating, so he liked listening. However, in this case, it seemed like Chan wanted some of his friend’s input.

“What about what my heart wants?” Chan refuted childishly.

“Chan, you know I’ll support you in whatever you wanna do. You do what you gotta do.”

The younger man slumped back defeated, seeing this encounter going nowhere. “You’re the worse person to get advice from.”

“I love you too, Chan.”

Meanwhile, you were fighting your own internal battle. You were second-guessing agreeing to Chan’s childish antics and wondered whether how risky it was becoming for your mental state. The wedding was tomorrow so there was no backing out now and these were especially the times you desperately needed someone to talk to. This made you think you were the problem. How is it that you managed to get yourself in something eventful every waking moment of your life?

The chime of your text tone went off. You picked it up from your desk and stared back at the notification you received from the devil himself and remembered the awful couple name you had set up for him: love muffin. You momentarily cringed, also remembering what he had for you: cupcake. He asked you whether you were going to show what you were going to wear for tomorrow.

You already told him your last date that he’d have to see it when the day comes but he was insistent. His logic was that since he was eager to show you the outfit he had planned, you should be willing to do the same, but the fact of the matter is you didn’t know what you’d be wearing. After seeing how Chan planned on looking, you scoured through your closet and not one thing seemed to stick out as much as he did.

That’s when you decided to have a little outing for yourself after work. You scanned the nearby shops in your neighborhood until one brightly lit one caught your eye. It was a dainty little boutique filled with cute trinkets in front and well-adorned mannequins accompanying them. One particular dress on display was probably the nicest thing you’ve ever seen and it drew you inside. The chimes of the door sounded, alerting the nearest saleslady to approach you with a welcoming smile.

You pointed at the only article of clothing you had your eye on. “Is this dress for sale?”

You walked out with something to wear for tomorrow finally. Satisfied with your purchase, you held the shopping bag to your chest, silently anticipating what had to come to tomorrow. You always enjoyed looking all dolled up but rarely had the opportunity to. Not only were you now prepared for the occasion, but this would also be the first wedding you went to since you were twelve. You loved seeing the results of all the time and effort that was put into an event such as a wedding. You couldn’t help but be excited.

Your phone went off once again, not a text this time but an incoming call from Chan. You picked it up with a small smile on your face. “What is it, Chan?”

“Whatcha’ doing?” Chan sounded playful even over the phone.

“I’m getting home from work.”

“Oh, still?”

“I decided to walk today.”

“But it’s late. I can’t have my girlfriend get kidnapped before the wedding.”

You chuckled, readjusting your grip on your shopping bag, “I won’t, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I don’t know, a pretty girl like you could get stolen away at any time. Would you be prepa—ow, ow!”

You instinctively twisted the arm of the unsolicited individual coming up from behind you. You held it against his back and were met face to face with the man you were just talking to on the phone. You observed him, still a firm grim to his arm as he winced in pain.

“I did not imagine that much strength coming from you.”

“My office building provides a gym. What is wrong with you, Chan?”

“Thought I could scare you?” He phrased it almost like a question, smiling that goofy smile of his.

You finally let him go and he found the ability to stretch his arms. “Thank you. At least I know you can defend yourself.”

“What are you doing here? We’re not meeting until tomorrow.”

He regained his composure, clearing his throat, trying to forget those high-pitched sounds of pain that he just made. “You didn’t respond back to my text. And for your information, your neighborhood is on my way to work. I just happened to see you by chance smiling all by yourself. It was really cute.”

Putting your blushing face aside, when he mentioned his departure from work you couldn’t help but notice his business attire. This look suited him as well, convincing yourself you’d probably buy a million-dollar house too if he was your agent. “No wonder you’re wearing that. It suits you.”

“And that suits you,” he pointed at your put together work set that you’ve been dreading to take off all day, “like a sexy accountant.”

You shook your head and shoved his side. “Shut up. There’s no such thing.”

“I beg to differ. I can imagine you with your little calculator, writing on a chalkboard and threatening me to ‘get my act together’ before you ‘make me’.”

“How did you go from calling me an accountant to a teacher in a bad porno?”

“I don’t know, but I like seeing you after work. It's refreshing.”

You held back your smile, still gripping the shopping bag firmly in your right hand.

“What’s that?” He pointed.

“I did some impulsive shopping. No biggie.”

He teased the corner of the bag. “Can I see?”

You instinctively pulled it away. “Nope.”

“Why?” He whined, pulling at your arm.

“It’s my personal belonging.” You pointed out blatantly.

“Fair, but if I ask pretty please?”

“Still no.”

You proceeded to walk ahead of him nonchalantly, not paying him a second glance. “Don’t follow me. I’ll take out your shins too if you do that again.”

“We wouldn’t want that. Text me when you’re home!” He shouted waving dramatically in your direction.

“No promises!”

Tomorrow couldn’t come sooner. You were in bed, occasionally glancing at the dress you placed on a hanger on your closet door. You already were envisioning the type of night it’d be. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone going off again today. Chan had hit you with another text and you were quick to retrieve it.

Love Muffin: What time would you like to be picked up, malady?

You scratched up your nose.

Cupcake: please don’t call me that again. lol you can just pick me up an hour before the wedding starts, plenty of time to get there.

Love Muffin: what if I wanna see you sooner?

Cupcake: too bad.

Love Muffin: you’re mean.

You chuckled.

Cupcake: So what? What are you going to do?

Love Muffin: you’ll find out when I see you. See you tomorrow, beautiful :)

You couldn’t respond, knowing you are going to definitely feel the stress to your heart keeping you from sleeping tonight. And you were almost right. You tossed and turned all night but somehow woke up the next day feeling refreshed. You pulled yourself out of bed at 10 am to get yourself ready for the day. The wedding wasn’t going to happen for another eight hours for now, but you had a habit of getting excited early.

Chan was excited as you were, but not because of the wedding. He was curious to death how tonight would play out. He kept thinking about what you’d be wearing, how you'd look, what perfume you’d wear, and what the night had planned for you two. He didn’t understand how things got as far as he did, but nevertheless, he was feeling like his normal self again and it was thanks to you. There was something about you that made him want to be better, for you and himself. He understood your feelings were enough to understand you still felt drawn to Seungcheol but he had hope. For now, he was happy knowing you were more than willing to be beside him tonight.

He was going through a high the entire time until his pick up time. He knocked on the door awaiting your arrival, freezing in the harsh weather but blew out hot air in his hands to warm himself up. When you opened the door, Chan’s internal temperature was doubled. He couldn’t help but smile at your efforts to be presentable. Your rosy cheeks were illuminated by the night lights and your hair bounced in the wind, almost ruining it, but adorable nonetheless. He was in awe, his heart fluttering like he could feel it for the first time.

“Wow.” He managed to breathe out.

“Are you crazy?”

You kept yourself together, covering up your attire for tonight, while Chan got a bit creative from the outfit he showed you before. The suit has been the same before, but instead of the white turtleneck, he had opted for a dark button-up that revealed too much of his chest for a wedding. You practically had a whole exhibit of firm pectorals. They were the first thing you saw when you opened the door and probably the last thing you’d be looking at when you go home.

“It’s cold out, you were dressed for the cold, what happened to that?”

He grinned at your reaction. Although your tone was of an overprotective mother, he could see how your eyes grew wide at the near sight of him. It was just the face he’d hoped. “If you get to surprise me with your outfit then I get to surprise you with mine. Speaking of which, now's the time. Whip open the coat.”

“Just wait till we get to the venue. You’ll see it eventually anyway…Are you not going to close up your coat?”

He naturally posed, giving you new angles of his outfit. “Why would I hide my outfit? Besides, you can keep me warm tonight.”

He grasped your hand in the process of your hard eye roll and guided you to your shared cab. He took the seat parallel to you, leaving the middle seat vacant for personal space. The address was given to the driver and Chan’s hand lingered on yours the entire ride. He was surprisingly quiet on the ride there but that didn’t make him any less affectionate. He’d take every chance he had to text you how excited he was. ]It was only twenty minutes later you both were led to the prettiest building you’ve seen in real life. The architecture was gorgeous, to say the least, and emitted an aura of something truly ethereal. You felt like you were sucked in one of those Greek mythological fiction that you loved reading as a kid.

“W-what did you say your friends do again?”

“Last I checked, Joshua hyung was involved in some big foreign multimedia company.” He answered looking just as struck as you were.

“What, did he seduce the CEO’s daughter or something?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. This is Josh we’re talking about.”

As you went inside, the architecture was even more extravagant the deeper you explored. All you could do was scan the insides, entranced by everything that met your eyes. Whoever had constructed this beautiful place definitely suffered perfecting every detail. The doorman offered to take both your coats, which you both obliged.

As you removed the thick fabric off your body, Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched as you revealed the long sleeve dress you purchased just 24 hours before. It hit just above your knee and revealed the perfect amount of skin where it left enough to his imagination without him worrying about you feeling uncomfortable from the cold weather that could peek through the windows. When he thought you couldn’t get more attractive, something new proves him wrong. He just knew God was testing him.

“You are…well worth the wait.”

You said nothing, only grinning, and proceeded to take his arm and hook it with yours. He met your eyes, feeling the warmth oozing out of them, and instinctively pulled you closer to his body.

“Ready to wow them like you have me?”

“You say the cheesiest damn shit, come on let’s go.”

He left a trailer of laughter as you both entered the dance hall and you were all greeted by an abundance of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Many of them were familiar from college and some you could recognize from social media. Chan boldly placed a kiss on your temple before your bodies met the first friendly faces that he saw.

“Seokmin Hyung!”

He embraced the taller man with a bright smile and returned to your side.

“It’s really been a long time. I’ve missed you, kid. I’d actually hoped I’d see you but I did not expect such a beautiful woman with you. Hi.”

Seokmin raised his hand, initiating a handshake. You reciprocated politely and returned his warm smile. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Chan’s…girlfriend.”

“Really? I’m not being pranked. How did Chan find such a spectacle as yourself, Y/n?”

“Ehh, Hyung. Give me more credit, please. Sure I got lucky, but…yeah I just got lucky.” He couldn’t help but lock his eyes on you, smiling at the simplicity of your presence so close to him.

You let out a light smile and held his arm to your side, playing the part of the loving girlfriend just as easily as Chan played your doting boyfriend. “I’m just as lucky then.”

“Oh no, Chan has met his match. I thought Chan wouldn’t find someone with cheesy lines like him but I was wrong. You look good together.”

“I think so too.”

When Chan said those words, that’s when you realize things were starting to feel real. Almost as if you and he weren’t even trying to pretend since it felt as natural as your hand in his. You felt his thumb stroke the side of your hand and you couldn’t help but feel yourself enveloping with joy having had someone introduce you as someone special so lovingly.

You both met many others, some that recognized who you were and were even more surprised that Chan was the one that had you as his plus one. This included alumni from both houses. One second, you’re greeted by some of the friendlier sisters from your former sorority, the next you're getting stares from people that were on the side of Hana in the past, feeling them burn holes into your skull. Now, you and Chan were conversing with Mingyu and Seungkwan, both frat members being one you talked frequently to through close circles back in the day.

“So, how the hell did you two end up together?” Seungkwan stood off the side with his glass of champagne in hand as Mingyu looked confused as he always has beside him like a useless, but pretty, sidekick.

“Things happen, life happens.” your excuse was less than convincing and Chan was able to come to your rescue.

“Y/n and I decided to reconcile for things that happened in past and things fell naturally from there. Like she said, life happens.”

“You’re both full of shit, but you’re both happy so that’s all I could ask for.” Seungkwan patted you both on the back and Mingyu followed by squeezing you both in a suffocating hug like the lovable giant he is.

“I bet there’s a lot of pent-up, angry sex isn’t there,” Mingyu whispered aggressively in your ear.

You playfully assaulted his knee caps and he happily played along. Chan asked you what that was about and you shook your head, reassuring him it was nothing. “Mingyu is just being Mingyu.”

“I resent that.” The tall individual interjected. “I am a delight.”

“A public menace is what you are. Good seeing you, Chan. Y/n, I think this is the first time since college.” Lee Jihoon joined the conversation abruptly, erupting laughter from your end.

“It’s been a long time, Jihoon. Congratulations on your recent achievement, we all know how hard you worked on it.” You greeted him.

“Yeah Hyung, I couldn’t believe my own eyes when I saw you appear on MTV music. It was so cool to see.” Chan added.

Everything about the night was amazing as far as you knew. The food was delicious, the scenery was majestic, and Joshua and the blushing bride were gorgeous. Of course, they were as beautiful as the venue they picked out. They were kind when greeting you both and you were right in the fact that he did indeed marry the daughter of his boss, but happy for them both nonetheless since they both seemed so genuinely in love. For the most part, it was fun seeing old faces that reminded you of the previous period of your life. However, it also reminded you of what’s to come sooner or later tonight. You should’ve realized that you’d be seeing some of your former sorority sisters there since both house organizations have been close. This meant it was inevitable that you’d meet Hana soon, the real reason you attended.

“Are you okay?” Chan asked, dangling a forkful of food in front of your face.

“Are you sure she’s coming?”

“I had heard she would,” he places the utensil back down on your plate, wiping off any food residue from the corner of your lips, “Doesn’t really matter to me if she does anymore.”

“I mean it’s why I’m here. Just wanna get over it with her and have that past behind me.”

“Hey, she’s my ex, not yours.”

“Like that doesn’t mean we have our own history.”

Chan had only thought about how proud he felt the entire time. He, himself, was also getting absorbed in all the charades. He didn’t give himself a moment to think about what could be going through your mind at the moment. He took your hand resting on your lap and held it in his, leaving soft, comforting pats with his thumb.

“You’ll be ok. You have me tonight. And I’m on your side this time.”

He scooted his seat closer to you, held your hand, and pressed his lips to the back of it.

“You’re really something, Chan. How do you always know what to say?”

“Oh you know me, I’m sensitive.” He answered cheeky with a slight head tilt, feigning a look of innocence.

“Dance with me, you dork.”

You pulled him to the ballroom floor and had his arms wrapped around your waist and neck. Your bodies were pressed against each other as he led you in a slow dance. His hands were somewhat possessive, yet delicate. He was light on his feet and he glided like nobody’s business. His education in dance was proved worthy tonight.

“You’re actually very good.”

He scoffed, leaving a cocky grin on his face. “I should be. I studied dance for 20 years.”

“No way you actually started dancing when you were like five. I don’t believe it.”

“You’re witnessing the proof yourself, baby. You better believe it.”

Your stomach churned at the appearance of a pet name, making the arousal in your pant add to the pool you already had the moment you saw him in his wedding attire tonight. Your hand reached up to finger through his tufts hair on the back of his head. “This is pretty mild for a seasoned dancer such as yourself, then. Rusty maybe?”

“Don’t tempt me in public. I’ll go all out in a blink of an eye if I have to.” His nose hit yours, his hand pressing firmly on the small of your back, and his lips just barely away from you to breathe.

“We have to put one on, don’t we. A show is what we need.”

“You think so?” His lips ghost over yours so lightly, you’d think this was your wedding by how intimately he handled you.

“Do it.” You taunted him, your long fingers grazed over his ear, fondly teasing his earlobe.

A shiver ran down his spine. Your gaze on him was delectable like you were finally able to meet him eye to eye with him. Unlike his dancer’s body, the being in his pants was growing stiff. He couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Your body was warmed in his and it didn’t matter how many people happened to be around, he was going to get his moment alone with you the second the opportunity come, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a teaser.

“You think I won’t?”

“I know you will. Are you gonna prove me wrong?”

“No.” His lips collided with yours, immediately molding to the natural shape and savoring the familiar taste on his tongue.

The moment was cut short when you felt a hand from behind you pull you aside as another landed harshly on your cheek. You grasped it as the impact, feeling the blood rush quickly to only that side of your face. You looked back at your assailant and locked eyes with a much older version of who you expected. She still had that near-perfect complexion she always had and a shorter style hair cut. Of course, she looked amazing, when didn’t she. Even when she tortured you in college, you had to admit there was not one facial feature, one body part, one hair out of place.

“You bitch.”

“Hana.” Chan gritted.

“How fucking dare you lay your hands on what’s mine. Have you learned nothing?”

Her eyes were piercing. It was almost as if time stopped for you two and nothing has changed since you were both 19. You were still the frail little girl with no friends that looked forward to making some in hopefully a house that would take her in only to suffer a lifetime worth of trauma from the very woman before you whose’s outsides were contrasting to her insides. Hana was as awful as you remembered and never stopped to stoop to something as low as violence and public humiliation.

“As far as I know, you and Chan are over.” You squeaked out.

“That didn’t stop you back in college, so I don’t know I’m surprised you weaseled in somewhere you don’t belong now.”

All eyes were on you. You were getting flashbacks of similar situations where you were practically an exhibit for everyone. You patted your thigh lightly, easing the speed of your heart’s pace. You took deep breaths before answering her.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Like you don’t fucking know. Don’t act like it wasn’t the only thing everyone talked about. I know you and Chan fucked while we were still dating.” She screeched, if nobody noticed the event happening currently then were going to.

“What are you even talking about? No we didn’t.”

That seemed you infuriate her more as she started to swing her hand right back at you until she was halted by Chan’s demanding grip. “It’s time for you to stop, Hana.”

“Who do you think you are to stop me, traitor?”

He stared back at her with cold eyes, questioning himself how he ever was able to tolerate so much from her. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you anymore. I never cheated on you.”

“Oh yeah, then why was everyone else saying that then. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have everyone believe that your boyfriend was cheating on you in plain sight? Fuck you both.”

“Hana,” you approached her more confidently, “Me and Chan never even talked before you started doing all those awful things to me. I’ve never slept with him.”

“She's right, we didn’t. But that doesn’t give you an excuse to act this way now. We’ve been over Hana. You made that decision for us,” Chan let go of Hana’s arm and claimed yours instead, “I’m not gonna let hurt another person again. Especially not Y/n.”

You witnessed the concern in his eyes as he turned to look at you. “Are you okay?”

His free hand cupped your red cheek. You nodded, a little frazzled from the event, and followed Chan to wherever he decides to take you, leaving a fuming ex-girlfriend. The first time tonight after arriving, you and Chan had a moment to yourselves. He brought your body against him, your head resting against his chest as he stroked the back of your head. “This is my fault. I had hoped she would react but I didn’t expect her to do something like that. I’m sorry.”

“What did she mean by that Chan?” You pulled your body off him, your weak grip on his arms, “why did she think we slept together?”

He sighed, knowing this conversation would happen eventually. “Back in college, there was this rumor that we…had sex…while I was still with Hana.”

“Why?”

“Things got blown out of proportion. I was asked something for fun and Hana heard about it and took it seriously…it was a dumb game of fuck, marry, kill. Nothing serious…and you, Hana, and some other classmate were involved. I said I’d kill the other classmate, marry Hana, and…well fuck you.”

“And that’s why she thinks we slept together, because of a dumb middle school ice breaker?”

“Well, yes and no. There were some things that led up to it.”

“Like?”

“Like me trying to hide the fact from her so it didn’t seem suspicious—“

“Which made it more suspicious I’m assuming.”

Chan took a deep breath. “Yes, and well…she also found something that she thought was mine…or should say yours?”

You blinked, what could’ve he meant besides the cliche and obvious, “You don’t mean…”

“She found a pair of panties in my dorm. The same dorm I shared with my roommate at the time who slipped up one time and a fling of his left it behind. And well you can guess the rest.”

You nodded, staring down at your hands, slowly absorbing all the information. “So, she wouldn’t believe you. There’s no way she could.”

“It’s my fault she did those things. I should’ve been honest.”

“It’s not your fault…but—“

He took your hand in his desperately, “I regret everything that happened. If I had known what kind of person you, or did all I could stop her, we wouldn’t be here and you wou—“

“Chan. I’m not mad at you. You’ve explained all you need to, but,” You pulled his fingers off from yours, “I think we should spend some time apart for a little while.”

[glitterge1pen]

Omg R U Taking A Nap Rn?

Keigo Takami x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 2,335

Keigo did not like to admit this but having someone else to sleep with was good. Like really good. Technically speaking you hadn't slept with him at all. In any capacity. But one night after work he had gone to your place instead of his and fallen asleep on the couch. That morning when he woke up you had left him breakfast on the counter, a little post-it note explaining you had to leave for work.

The second time he fell asleep on your living room couch he had woken up to you cooking eggs and buttering toast. You weren't as put together as you usually were and the morning felt light and cool. He was rather cautious, circling the room, checking behind doors like someone was lurking, waiting for him.

“You know if someone was in here waiting to kill you, they would have already done it,”

You say, bread crumbs littering your lips. Keigo regards your words with a serious dull expression that you blame on grogginess. He nods before sitting on a stool underneath the kitchen island. Morning person or not, you find his antics endearing. Watching to see what he would do next.

“Do you have coffee? Or tea? Something?”

He says hands rummaging over his face as if he could wipe away the sleep. You pour him a drink. The early day washing over the two of you in a easy silence.

“I gotta get ready for work, but stay as long as you want, okay?”

His gaze is focused on the liquid in his mug. Still doused in sleep, he can only nod in reply.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

For several days after sleeping over, Keigo is unable to sleep again. Or not sleep as well. He can't decide which it is exactly but he hates it. Hates that he found waking up to your presence so, so nice? He hates that he now has to think about being on your couch in order to sleep at all. That he so accurately, desperately, wanted to do it again.

Keigo shamed himself for caring this much about a simple thing like sleep. Even more because it wasn't like he was sleeping with you, or in your bed, or using your blanket. That last bit of thought started looping in his head. Damn it. That sounded good to him.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

It was well past midnight and the lights were still on in your windows. Keigo knocked and called out for you to come open the door. The locks shift and the door opens to reveal you with a toothbrush in your mouth. You step aside to let him in.

He sighs, a heavys day work leaving his body as he flops over the backside of your couch. His legs dangling in the air, his head upside down. You watch as the blood rushes to his head and his cheeks become stained with pink. He kicks you in the side when you try to walk pass.

"Hey, if you're gonna sleep on my couch you have to at least take your jacket off"

Keigo removes his jacket, letting it fall on the floor with no care. He can hear you shuffling around in the hall closet, but his eyes are already closed, sleep already coming over him. A soft thud, and there's a warm heap of fabric covering his face.

"Thanks"

He says, rolling his body to the side and laying on the couch properly. The sink in the bathroom turns off and you re-emerge into the living room. His eyes are still closed, he's just waiting for sleep to embrace him properly.

You shove his legs aside to make room for yourself at the end of the couch. He lazily takes a peek at you. Your legs are curled up close to your body, youre ready for bed, face washed, hair done for sleep. You flick the tv on. Turn the volume down low.

"I feel like I only see you when you're using my couch"

You say, the tint of a joke in your voice.

"I'm sorry, been busy,"

"I know, I know, its okay, happy to see you at all"

The teasing edge in your voice gone. Your attention mostly on the TV and the current show you had been trying to finish the past couple of days. You and Keigo keep exchanging glances. His are in between his heavy blinks. You smile at him, too stubborn to fall asleep with you right next to him. But he is losing the battle. He can feel the warmth of your body, the rise and fall of your chest, the gentle hum of the voices on TV. Sleep is too alluring. He wants to stay awake longer, to be with you a bit longer.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Keigo earned himself a key to your place after coming over particularly late a few days in a row. You didn't mind him coming over, you liked it actually, but you also liked your sleep. Keigo would not tell you this, but the last two times he had come over he had already gone home first. But he had found himself unable to sleep at all. You assumed that Keigo sleeping over more frequently had to do with convenience, with something new he was working on, closer to some place of business. This was not true at all.

You continued your days mostly the same. Now when you came home you would look for a pile of Keigo's things. His jacket, shoes, flight glasses and earmuffs. You could gauge how tired he was if he had taken the time to take his studs out. The little pieces of jewelry would be on the kitchen counter, usually next to a glass of half drunk water.

Often you were the one to cover him in a blanket. If you were feeling especially generous you would fold his jacket over the side of the couch, move his shoes to the front door. Slip a pillow under his head. The pillow you let him use always seemed to fall unless you put it there yourself.

You throw your own belongings onto your bed. You grab your headphones, turning your music up as loud as possible. You switch into more comfortable clothes, moving your hips and swaying as you make your way to the bathroom to separate the day from your skin. You want to decompose and sleep. You're clicking through notifications on your phone. Sorting out the things you could leave for tomorrow. Typing out messages to friends, replies you should have sent a while ago. Shuffling through different apps, and wondering if checking your email is worth the mental toll.

You're in the hallway, toothbrush awaiting its paste in your distracted state. You're dancing more and more. The weight of the day shedding off of you as your music plays. You're nodding your head aggressively, feet kicking the beat with mellow thuds on the floor, as you type out a comment underneath one of your friends instagram posts. Your phone flies out of your hands, as a light touch to your shoulder sent you into a bewildered fear.

"Don't do that!"

You push Keigo hoping your point will get across. He takes a knuckle to his eyes, rubbing the sleep away.

"You're home"

He says matter of factly.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you're here before me"

You say to him as you turn to the bathroom cabinet. You get your face wash out and finish brushing your teeth. Keigo stands leaning in the door frame, watching with drooping eyes. You start running the faucet and with the tips of your fingers, fling droplets of water into his eyes. He steps backwards in surprise, suddenly more awake. He scoops some water at you. You are laughing trying to get closer to the sink but he's cornered you. Several more fists of water are flung at you before you give in.

"Okay, I surrender, just let me wash my face"

Keigo is no longer standing in the doorway but right next to you. When you lean down to the water to wet your face, it's only a few seconds later when he does the same. You look at him, a confused smile and a questioning expression aimed at him. He ignores you and dips his face in the water again. You take his wrist, give him some of your face wash in his palm. He waits for you to put the stuff on first. Then copies your motions.

You dry your face off, but Keigo seems fascinated by his damp reflection in the mirror. You see his eyes trying to focus. He really is exhausted.

"You should go back to sleep"

"I'll wait"

"For what?"

"For you"

Keigo is still examining himself in the mirror. He turns a cheek to inspect a series of scars under his chin. You stare at him unsure of his words and actions. But you move. Packing away your nightly routine. You leave the bathroom, quickly, just so you can turn the lights off and leave him in there. An annoyed grunt letting you know he was displeased.

He bumps into you purposefully before going back to the living room. Your pulling the covers off, getting ready to crawl under the warmth, when you hear the thump sound of Keigo climbing back onto the couch.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Keigo can't believe it but he managed to get a day's work done before sunset. He barged into your apartment hoping you would be there, but it's still too early for you to be home. He hasn't been able to visit you during this time of day in a long time. He wanders in and out of each room. Amazed that the bright sun can make your living space seem so forgien.

In the fridge he pops a few strawberries into his mouth, drinks some water. Steals a few pieces of your favorite candy you have stashed in the cabinets. In the hall he can only name some of the faces in the framed photos, he takes note of some of the decor he has never noticed. The door to your room is open. Rays of sunlight cascading through the blinds. Your bed looks especially inviting. Keigo decides that it would not hurt to lay there.

He lays on his stomach. Face smushed into the messy ruffles of your comforter. He can feel each of his muscles let go and relax. His mind letting him feel safe in the walls of your room. He tries to pay attention to the things you have in there. But he's faint, consumed and jaded. He will always want sleep, rest. Before he lets his shallow breaths and dreamy thoughts completely take over, he realizes that the sheets smell like you. A scent he had not considered until that moment, but that would linger in his veins.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

When you get home you glance around the living room looking for Keigo’s things. There is no miniature mess though. You kick off your shoes. Put your keys back in the spot you know you won't forget them. When you turn to go into your room you let out a small gasp, startled by the figure in your bed. But the panic dissipates when you figure it’s Keigo. His belongings at the foot of the bed instead of next to the couch.

You go about your evening quietly. Cringing when you’re in the kitchen and make too much noise. Moving fast to turn the volume on the tv down. When one of your friends calls to chat with you, you step outside on the stoop. The night chilly but not cold, it feels refreshing on your skin.

Once you get off the phone you decide it's time for bed. You go through the motions of your normal routine. But struggle in the hallway. Unsure if you should just suck it up and sleep in your bed, or calm the anxiety about sharing the bed with Keigo by staying on the couch. Ultimately you choose your own bed.

You move carefully. Slowly inching your body onto the bed, laying on your back in an unsure position. It’s like there are bugs crawling over your skin, your nerves getting the better of you. You roll off the mattress, waltz to the window and open it. You stick your face into the fresh night air. It soothes you and you return to the bed. Your body still stiff, hesitant, but more than those things tired. Eventually your thoughts fizzle and you fade into sleep.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Keigo awakes well into the night. He’s not sure what time it is and doesn't care. You are next to him. He can feel each of your breaths. He feels fulfilled. He has no thoughts. There is only the content, glowing sensation in his chest. He thanks you for forgetting to turn the bathroom light off, without it he wouldn't be able to see your face.

He wonders if you have ever viewed him in this same manner. If you have ever gotten close to him while he was dreaming to blow air onto his forehead and part his hair from his eyes. Did you kneel down next to him to simply admire the sleep on his features?

Keigo wants to trace the knuckles of your hand. Your arm extended out to him, half laying on your side. Neither of you having bothered to maneuver under the blankets. Keigo takes a breath in as he pushes his arms underneath him. Delicately, Keigo moves closer to you. He lowers his body onto the crook of your arm. The tension in him releases when he makes the small contact with your skin. He curls in on himself as falls back to sleep, comfortable with you.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N: Sleep bro , sleep sleep, SLEEEEEPPP :0 also was listening to this trashy ass playlist while I was writing this and I want to personally thank Pop Goes Punk and Coco&Clair for giving me enough energy to finish writing this. 

[ticklishfiend]

Yay!! I love your fics and I’m excited to give you a prompt! Maybe Sero gets stuck in his own tape so Kirishima and Kaminari take advantage of finding out he’s ticklish when they try to get him free? Loved your last few fics by the way! I love all your fics but the last few were extra cute. 😊💖💖

aaahh tysm!! i absolutely adore your blog and all of the fics you post! tysm for this prompt, it was adorable, i love these boys sm lol

Sticky Situation (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Sero / Ler!Kirishima,Ler!Kaminari

Summary : Sero wants some help seeing if he can get out of his own tape. When he realizes he can’t, Kirishima and Kaminari just can’t help but take advantage of his little predicament.

Word Count :  1373

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“And you’re positive this is safe?” Kirishima asked as he used the last bit of tape Sero extended to them to stick said black-haired boy to the wall. Both of Sero’s arms were stretched out beyond his sides, taped up to the wall spread-eagle style, Denki taking final precautionary measures by flattening the tape against his legs.

“Totally, man, I’ve done this to people tons of times!” Sero answered reassuringly, tugging at his arms to make sure he couldn’t escape. “I just need to make sure that if my tape is ever used against me, I can figure a way out of it myself. Wouldn’t be super heroic for a villain to trap me using my own quirk.”

“Makes sense,” Denki nodded, stepping back to admire his and Kiri’s handiwork. “So, uh...how do you plan on getting out exactly?” 

Sero grinned widely. “Like...this!” Sero tugged harshly against his tape, pulling at his legs and arms for freedom.

He didn’t even budge.

“Uh...I mean...like...THIS!” he tried again, rougher this time, his neck twisting as all his muscles pulled and writhed trying to free himself from his own bindings. The strained noises escaping his throat made Kiri raise a brow questioningly, before Denki burst into his own fit of laughter, clutching his stomach.

“Holy shit! He’s stuck!” Denki cackled, pointing towards the raven haired teen who finally slumped against the wall with an exasperated sigh.

“Quit laughing, you idiot! I can get out of this! I’ve just gotta…” Sero tried twisting his arms this time, attempting to create some friction between his skin and the sticky texture of his tape. This only resulted in a gross burning sensation on his arms, so he tried flapping his arms up and down this time. This only made him look more like an idiot than he already did.

Kiri couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s predicament. “Doesn’t seem like you’re gettin’ any further there, buddy,” Kiri grinned, making Denki snort beside him. “Let’s just get you down from there before you hurt yourself.”

Sero sighed, looking away from his friends embarrassingly. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Denki swiped a final laugh-induced tear from his own eye before walking towards Sero pinned to the wall, trying to unstick the tape from his arms. Sero hissed at this, his face wincing in discomfort, making Denki pull away fast.

“Shit, ow, wait don’t do that,” Sero said, clenching his fist a little at the pain. “Feels like your waxing my fucking arm hairs off.”

“Let’s try pulling him from the middle,” Kiri suggested, squeezing Sero’s sides in an attempt to pull. Sero’s torso jerked, the boy letting out a small yelp. Kiri pulled away instantly, thinking he had hurt the boy like Denki had.

“Oh, sorry man I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. Just, uh...felt kinda funny,” Sero said without looking directly at Kiri. Denki only raised a brow at this.

“Funny. Like...ticklish funny?” the blonde offered with a smirk, poking a quick finger into the boys ribs. Sero let out a high-pitched “Ah!” his torso trying to twist away from the prodding appendage.

“Ohoho, I see. Someone’s a little sensitive~” Kiri teased, wiggling his fingers in the air menacingly in front of Sero’s body. Sero’s eyes went wide, his struggles against his own bonds becoming a little more panicked.

“Guys, wait, please, don’t do this, I can’t take it-”

“Sure you can, Spidey! Maybe you’ll even squirm enough to worm your way outta this mess, huh?” Denki giggled, wiggling his index finger into Sero’s exposed underarm. Sero jerked with a yelp again, but when the sensation didn’t let up this time, small tittters started escaping his lips.

“Denki! Nohoho!” Sero pleaded, his eyes looking like a begging puppy’s.

“Denki yes!~” Denki retorted, adding all five of his fingers to wiggle into the sensitive pit. Sero giggled harder at this, his eyes squeezing shut in mirth. Kirishima decided he wanted in on some of the fun himself, lifting up Sero’s shirt just enough to scratch his nails against Sero’s wiggling lower belly. The boy sucked his stomach in as much as he could, but his overflow of now even higher-pitched giggles practically made his stomach tickle itself on Kirishima’s fingers.

“GAHAHAHA! NAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHA!” Sero cackled, throwing his head back against the wall, arms tugging uselessly against his bonds. Kirishima chuckled at the boy’s torment.

“Aww, whatsa’ matter Sero? We’ve barely even done anything!” Kiri teased, moving his fingers over towards the boy's sides, the boy’s torso shaking as his giggles frantically pushed out of his chest.

“I know, right? Poor guy’s so ticklish we barely have to touch him to get him to lose it,” Kaminari smiled, his right hand continuing it’s gentle but torturous assault on his armpit, while the other travelled to poke around his upper ribs. That sent a jolt through Sero’s body, his giggles turning to small yips and screeches. His nose was scrunched and his smile was so wide it practically ripped his face in half, eyes shut tight and he giggled helplessly.

“AHAH NAHAHA! NOT THAHAT!” Sero cackled as Denki turned to poking his ribs on both sides, playing them like a toddler would play a piano, sporadic pokes leaving the boy to jerk and writhe under his playful touch. “KAMIHIHI! IT TIHIHICKLES!”

“Aw, it does? What about this, does this tickle?~” Kirishima teased as he switched his gentle scratches to playful squeezes on the boy’s hips. Sero guffawed, doubling his body over as much as it could go in the bound position he was in. 

“OH GOHOHOD! PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T!” Sero pleaded and cackled, his knees bouncing up and down in a mock attempt to kick his legs out. Kirishima noticed this, and experimentally squeezed at one of his thighs.

Sero screamed.

“AHAHAH! NOHOHO! NOT MY THIIHIGHS! PLEHEHEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHIHIHING!” Sero begged through fits of hysterical laughter, his eyes opening to stare at the redhead in plead.

“Aw, but Sero, I can’t just miss an opportunity like this!” Kirishima giggled, moving both his hands to squeeze up and down the boy’s lean but tender thighs. Sero’s laughter reached a new level of hysterical. It was loud and boisterous, his knuckles turning white from how hard he clenched them out beyond his sides. Denki pinched at his ribs with no mercy, and Sero could barely hold on.

“PLEHEHEASE! GUHUYS! I CAHAHAN’T! IT’S SO BAHAHAD! TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” Sero laughed, pulling even harder at his bindings. His tormentors were too caught up giggling along with their ticklish victim to hear the sound of tape unsticking to the wall in front of them. Sero tugged and pulled as he wiggled subconsciously, his sensitive body just trying to get itself away from the playful torment being put upon itself. Then-

-RIIIIP!-

Sero fell on top of the boys unceremoniously with a yelp and a loud thud, all three of them falling to the floor in a heap of giggles.

“That was so mehehean!” Sero clutched his stomach as he rolled on the floor, still giggling from the previous assault and from the hilarious fall they had all just taken.

“Sorry man, it was too easy not to,” Denki chuckled, laughing as he stood himself up from the floor. He offered two hands to the giggling boys on the floor, pulling them up with a huff.

Once up and off the floor, the boys noticed that Sero still had tape on his arms. He whined as he realized what he was gonna have to do. 20 minutes and a lot of whines and cries of pain later, Sero finally got all the tape off his arms, even if he did have to sacrifice some arm hair in the process. 

“At least now you know how to get yourself out of your own tape! Just a couple tickles and you’re all good to go!” Kaminari smiled brightly at Sero who was rubbing at his now red and blotchy arms, the raven-haired boy not amused at his comment.

“I’ll get you both back for this, just you wait,” Sero said with a roll of his eyes. Yeah, he was definitely gonna get them for this. Too easy not to.

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A /N : sorry if this was a little short! im trying not to overwork myself rn haha, hope you enjoyed it tho!! much love!! <33