#The worst thing I did was find out their B-day and got them a gift during the friendship stage

[crab-in-elliotts-shirt-pocket]

~The Thing about !Yandere Elliott

...he knows he’s sick...

He knows something is not right...what he is doing to you isn’t right...

And he tries to stop it in a few heart events...he tries to just take you home, or be left alone with his thoughts (the third and fifth heart stages iirc)...but in some options you me you don’t leave..and he just falls even deeper!

And going the black hearted/Divorce route... ;_____;

Truly a tragic man... the night market them music doesn’t fucking help either! God it’s so romantic but sad at the same time!!! Like literally if limerence had a soundtrack!

[yuri-is-online]

A really stupid idea I had and I can't even decide where I want it to go 😩

Anyone of the first years heard from a guy in their club that their boyfriends bestfriends roommates cousins friend has a thing for Yuu and a bad reputation for using love potions, suddenly first year of your choice is taking his bodyguard duties for Yuu even more seriously than ever and watching them like a Hawk until one day Yuu seemingly receives a nice gift package from an "secret admirer" and the boys panic, snatching the treat from Yuu's hand and chowing down themselves because they're dumb and impulsive and in love.

What follows is either;

A. The "secret admirer" was actually Grim who wanted to do something nice for his Henchhuman by making them tuna filled muffins as thanks for their service and now not only did they inhale the worst cake ever, got a tantrum throwing Grim to appease.

B. There was a love potion in those cookies, but whoever laced them is actually kinda bad at potionology and they're "Puppy love" potions, cue our freshman acting like The Prince from Mirror Mirror (2012) when he had a puppy love potion. His reputation at school will never recover from this but its worth it because Yuu now looks at him like he's the sunrise itself for taking that bullet for him.

C. There was no love potion. No shady business. Just normal brownies and now a very upset Yuu. Even if they understood his concerns, do you think between their allowance and Grim's appetite they want to hear excuses for them stealing food from Yuu!? He promises he'll make it up to them just stop hitting him! 💦💦

D. There was no love potion.2 but man. These pretzels...really suck. The freshman almost feels bad for whoever sent them because if this was their pickup attempt then they lost before they even began. Wait, what? Yuu made these to send as a secret admirer to their crush!? Now he's got even more complicated feelings about this whole ordeal while Yuu sulks about how the guy they wanted to give these to just said they suck to their face.

E. There was no love potion.3 but Yuu doesn't have to know that. Now the Freshman is free to "pretend" all his flirting and affection is thanks to those croissants AND play the hero. Its full proof! Until Ortho runs a diagnostic to find a cure for him and reveals that there was no potion that is. Hey, he can always try and claim a placebo effect, right?💦

F. The love potion was actually an aphrodisiac and now Yuu has t[I AM BEATEN TO DEATH BY KING MICKEYS KEYBLADE]

So the problem with this ask is that I really love all of these options and they could all work for a small fic for each of the options. That being said, there are specific ones that suit certain first years more than others.

A. The Great Grim's Perfect Surprise- Ace

Floyd is the one who gives Ace the heads up that someone with a bad reputation was interested in Yuu. And hey that was technically true! It's just that Floyd also over heard Grim bragging about the cupcakes he made and had a brilliant idea.

It's the worst possible case scenario for Ace, the cake tasted horrible, Grim is throwing a tantrum, Floyd is there and he brought Jamil to laugh at him too. This fucking sucks he hates his life man. Well until you shoo everyone out and shush Grim with some praise before turning your focus to him.

You're so concerned about him it makes his heart hurt. You get him something to drink and fuss over him for the rest of the day in a way that makes him fall in love with you all over again. Those half hearted scolds about there being better ways to get rid of poison don't land at all, doesn't matter how he does it he'll keep you safe and that's a promise.

B. Puppy Love Potion- Jack

The captain of the track team tells Jack and Deuce together, he knows the two of them are your friends and that they'll make sure you stay safe. Unfortunately he's not fully aware of how... delusional Jack is about how not into you he is.

The puppy love potion has him acting like even more of a puppy than usual. His tail won't stop wagging and he is actually smiling at you, thank the seven he's so willing to listen to what you have to say so you can keep him in Ramshackle until the potion wears off. He manages to reclaim his reputation just fine, Jack's a scary fucking guy when he tries to be and you'd have to be really stupid to mess with him when he's in a mood.

... not that you can really tell the difference between puppy love Jack and normal Jack when the Ramshackle Prefect insists on looking at him like that. He must really hate his tail.

C. How Dare You Eat my Food- Deuce

Same as before: captain gives the heads up, Jack and Deuce are really concerned, and Deuce decides to do something about it because he's in love and doesn't want to see you get hurt.

He doesn't realize there was nothing wrong with them until you point it out and he's beyond heartbroken. Please you have to understand he didn't mean it! Sure those brownies were really good and yeah maybe he should have realized that they were normal about half way through the pan but- he's so sorry! He's not above getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness and especially not from you.

There is a rule in Heartslabyul about returning things after you take them, so as soon as Deuce learns he took your food he's already planning on replacing it. Maybe you would let him borrow your kitchen? He won't let you help since he's fixing his own mistake but he doesn't see why you can't hang out. You'll get fresh brownies out of it and he gets to look cool Task failed successfully?

D. This is... Adequate I Suppose- Sebek

Only someone with an actual death wish would come up with this sort of plan in Riddle's presence. He's screaming, the paddock is on fire, and no one is really stopping him because hey idiot deserves it and also has anyone seen where Sebek went? Would have thought he'd have something to say too given that whole "crush he has on the prefect thing"

Well that's because he's too busy eating your pretzels with a trademark look of disgust as he tells you about what happened at Equestrian club today. These suck, he has such high standards for what you are worthy of and if it weren't for the potential danger posed to you he never would have-

Your wry disappointment silences him immediately, his look of concern and shock is really cute so it sort of makes up for how much his words hurt. He's aghast, you have someone you... admire? Someone you are too shy to confess to? And you made them something with your own two hands, he actually wants to cry he's so embarrassed, jealous, and in love all at the same time.

"You shouldn't have to do this. You- You are the one who deserves to be pursed. But if it is something you wish to do-" He draws himself up into a proper knight's stance, stiff as board and deeply determined to be seen as reliable. Safe. A... friend if you will allow it and something more if he could be so blessed. "-then we shall begin training immediately! Back to the kitchen, human!"

E. Placebo Effect- Epel

Only someone with an actual death wish would come up with this plan pt. 2 except Leona is a lot more reasonable than Riddle with how he handles it. He tells Epel to go check on Yuu while he goes to dump the guy on Crewel. That way he doesn't have to be the one to fill out all of the annoying disciplinary paperwork.

So he knows by the time he shows up at Ramshackle that there really is no threat to your safety but still... this sort of opportunity is just too good to pass up. And he's such a good actor too, if this wouldn't get him in trouble with Vil he'd rub it in his dorm leader's face.

See Vil! He doesn't need no fancy manners or etiquette, Yuu's flushed and charmed by his old fashioned gentlemanly behavior. He's holding doors, pulling out your chair, giving you all of the compliments he thinks about but never says for fear of looking uncool. He even gets to bake apple pie with you until Ortho calls his bluff. Sure, he should have some shame, but this is Epel we're talking about. He claims the placebo effect and pretends to be super embarrassed while gauging your reaction for any trace of disappointment.

If he's satisfied with how sad you are he just might make it up to you with a real date~

Like I was saying all of these prompts could really work for any of them and- huh could have sworn there was a sixth one. Weird anyway thanks for the ask!

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..... ok so now that the coast is clear:

First thing's first, they're all mad as hell that someone tried to drug you with an aphrodisiac. That's so beyond disgusting, who does this guy think he is?

Ace's focus is entirely on you. He doesn't outright admit what's wrong, he actively teases you for being into him when you express concern as if it doesn't send a painful pang of arousal through him when you don't deny it. You have to make a move, he'll ask for it half serious half joke, but he wants you to do this because you want him and not as some sort of favor please don't say it like that- He starts taking shots at the other guy when he regains enough of his ego to flip you on your back and start taking the lead. Really, how stupid was that guy to think he had a chance when you only have eyes for him, prefect? Now don't you dare try to hide your cute expressions from him, he's been looking forward to this.

Jack is convinced he can just lock himself in his room and endure. He tries thinking of it as a training exercise, sure he might have had some... similar feelings before. Similar thoughts, painful dreams that felt real until he woke up alone, drenched in sweat, painfully unfulfilled and deeply embarrassed. But nothing can compare to the real you, he's almost angry that he ever thought that at all now that you're underneath him. He's so lucky that you're his mate, that he can bite into your neck and thrust into your body and have you accept him even as he locks you together in a sticky mess of sweat and slick. He's beyond embarrassed when he wakes up still balls deep with your fingers running through his matted hair. This would be the worst if he didn't have a cute, very human, bite of his own on his neck.

Deuce's anger is made so much worse by him being horny. The other guy is terrified, everyone around him is terrified Deuce is aware he's gone full delinquent and he can't seem to stop. By the time you find him his knuckles are bruised, he's sweaty, with rumpled clothes, and taking great heaving breaths unable to deny the effects he's feeling and asking you to forgive him. Deuce has an idea of what he wanted your first time to be like. He wanted to take you out on a real date, he wanted to be honorable with you. He didn't expect you to be the one to push him back against the shower stall and take him just as quick and dirty as he feels. You're so beautiful, he's so powerless in the face of your naked desire and very eager to please. Just tell him what you want him to do; he's all yours.

Sebek can't lie about how he feels to save his life. All of NRC knows he's horny because he's screaming about how not horny he is right now and how much he doesn't think your flesh looks super supple, bitable even seven he just wants to- Lilia doesn't let him ignore those feelings after confirming you aren't the slightest bit uncomfortable being the center of Sebek's attention. He's shy, in denial. He is proud of his honorable intent and self control. But he is in love with you and with that love comes a deep, fathomless desire edged with obsessive devotion that all fae pride themselves in. He needs your guidance, he's unused to this. That obsessive attention hangs on your every gasp and moan, when he finds a noise he likes he hammers at the source again and again until you reward him with the most wonderful noise of all. When the potion has worked its way through his system the hunger still remains; his appetite is voracious. A potion is nothing compared to his own desires, hopefully this little accident left you prepared.

Epel's anger is also made so much worse by being horny. But Leona already dealt with the scumbag so it's not like he can work out his aggression on the creep... so won't you let him take it out on you? He's completely serious, the drug has gone straight to his dick and he's not interested in pretending like he doesn't want you prefect. No taking care of it himself won't work, no don't be shy it really can't be anyone else. You want a real man? Well he's right here and he wants you something fierce. Epel wouldn't be this confident if he didn't have so much adrenaline running through him, but he can't bring himself to be embarrassed when he comes to his senses and sees you bent over your desk and much more out of breath than him. He's going to be riding this high for the rest of the year, and he's going to make sure you feel it for just as long too.

[xxnomadsxx]

I can only imagine your Branch giving the most disturbing gifts to show he cares. Ex:

Floyd: Oh man, I always worried Velvet and Veneer are gonna come back at some point

Branch: *Man, I wanna make him feel better hmm*

Cue the next day:

Branch: Here Floyd, this should make you feel safer (Man is covered in BLOOD and holding an even bloodier box) 😊

Floyd (about to pass out): Oh thanks B… what is it??

Branch: Velvet and Veneers vocal cords 😁 (He genuinely believes this will make him feel better)

Floyd: Oh… thank you Branch (He doesn’t want to reject the gift since it is one of the only occasions Branch has shown any of the brother’s affection)

His gifts only get worst from there. The brothers one time mention what happened to the Bergen that ate Grandma??? Branch puts Chef’s skeleton up in display for them to see that there’s nothing to worry about and that she’s been avenged. Meanwhile , BroZone: 🧍🧍🧍🧍

Poppy mentions that Creek betrayed the entire Troll kingdom??? Oh yeah, he tells the hilarious story about the time he was roasted alive and eaten by the village and even offers Poppy a tuff of his hair as proof.

He associates threats being eliminated as comforting and so he believes proof of that are the best gifts, he has good intentions but wtf he’s gotta work on better love languages.

anyways yeah BroZone loses their shit every time this happens but don’t have the heart to tell Branch to stop since it’s one of his main ways to show he cares about them and they’ll take anything at this point.

Honestly no one in the village is good at getting appropriate gifts ESPECIALLY Branch (he’s been living with the feral trolls(?) for years and their love language is violence) so you’re gonna have to forgive them on their very gruesome gifts.

All these situations are basically canon now because the idea is just so funny to me that Branch just pulled out all these corpse parts just to be like “don’t worry you’re safe😁”. Every time he does this his brother are just going through every emotion. It’s sweet that he did the gesture for them but also terrifying when you actually think about it (when he’s left the room, at least two of them puked and Floyd passed out four times) When Floyd is given the vocal cords as a gift the only thing keeping him conscious is the adoration that his baby brother got him a gift, but once Branch left the room, he immediately put the box in the closet and proceeded to puke on the floor. (Originally Branch got the vocal cords after he found out velvet and veneer took Floyd, but I find the idea of him going back for round two just so he can get a trophy for Floyd to tell him he was “safe” even better)

When he showed the skeleton to the brothers they were just too shocked to actually understand what was happening and kind of just went numb for a few minutes, all they could do was force themselves to focus on how happy Branch was so they wouldn’t have a meltdown.(when they later registered what they saw they just cried) When Poppy brought up how angry she is at Creek and how mad she is that he up and left again instead of staying to face his problems!! Branch laughed and said “OH, don’t worry we handled it😁” and he pulled out a tuff of Creeks hair, and hilariously explained the “funny story” of Creeks demise.

Everyone at this point just stops talking about people they don’t like out of fear that Branch Is just gonna come out with their body at any second. They like the gestures of the gift. It’s just the fact that they’re basically just corpse parts in a box that is handed to them with a smile 😊 saying, “I hope you like it” (he eventually stops when explained how messed up it is)

[yourimagines]

hii could you do like a fluff alphabet for khabib and islam please? <33

Yesss

What they adore about you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff

Khabib

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: Your face when it lights up when you talk about the things that makes you happy, he loves to see that twinkle in your eyes.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: you’re beautiful eyes, they tell everything about you. How you feel, what you’re thinking about. He loves to get lost in them.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: You laying on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you, his head laying on top of yours so he can plant a kiss or two.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: When it’s raining he loves to cook something together at home. When the weather is good enough he loves to take you out on a picnic date, enjoy the basics of life.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He controls them very well, you saw him only once being very angry and it wasn’t at you. He’s an open person to you but he would never lash out on you, he saves that for his students at the gym.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes he wants a family, a big one and he wants it right after he retired, he’s more at home now and has more time to be a father.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he loves to give you flowers or something you really need, he doesn’t like to give stuff just to give you stuff, it needs to have a reason behind it. He gives you every Friday flowers, every time different once.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He likes to hold your small hand in his, in twined. He holds your hand when you go to a busy location because he doesn’t want you to get lost or when he feels like you want some affection from him when you’re in public.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he tries to be calm to have a clear mind so he can think clearly but if he sees you’re okay he would lose his temper a bit to find out what happened and who did it to you. If you’re just being clumsy he would give you a lecture about being more careful for the next time.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: he likes to joke around, like making you say funny things in his language or something like that but doesn’t like to fool your feelings, he would never disrespect or hurt your feelings with a joke or prank

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: he likes to kiss the top of your head, especially when you guys are cuddling.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He’s always there for you, he always picks up his phone if you call him, he brings you every Friday flowers, makes time for you when you need him or brings the stuff you need from the store without you asking him.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: Marrying each other, the whole day was perfect and you guys even felt more in love with each other.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: losing you, he’s afraid that one day you are gone and he has to live his life alone , without you next to him.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: His English accent. He tries to improve his English language but it’s difficult for him.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: My love. You’re his love so he calls you a lot my love.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, cooking or gardening together. Nothing to crazy he likes a calm private life with you.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: his walkout song ‘The Eagle's song 'Stream Дагестан Сабина Саидова’ because he doesn’t really listen to music anymore.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you everything, you’re his muse and he’s yours. He trusts you with his life. He thinks it also important to share these things with each other, it keeps the relationship healthy.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 5 months because he didn’t want to scare you off because he’s a fighter and his English wasn’t the best at that time.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: Calm, listens to you and gives you the room to let all your emotions out, he’s there for you and will make it better.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He’s proud of you moving in with him, in Abu Dhabi and in Dagestan and he likes to remind people that.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he doesn’t like to see you hurt but he teaches you some self defence. He always has your back and will fight for you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when something is bothering you, he knows what you want and he can tell in what mood you are.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: On your dream trip, he plans it all out, beautiful ring and goes on one knee.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: you by his side, especially at night. He likes to hold you at night, he sleeps better when you are there. But a good intense training at the gym makes him calm down too if he’s angry.

Islam

A = Admiration, what does he absolutely adore about you: you’re patience you have with him, he’s an handful sometimes but also the passion you have for your hobbies.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: you’re hands, they are smaller and softer than his hands. His hands are bigger and rougher, your hands perfectly fits in his as they where made for each other.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: Spooning, holding you from behind. His head nuzzled in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulders.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you look like: Going to a restaurant for some dinner after that going for a midnight drive in his car and end the date with watching the stars together.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He’s trying his best but sometimes he hides his sadness from you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a crybaby or not strong enough for you.

F = Family ,does he want one, If he does when: yes he wants a family but not now, he’s very busy with his career but he’s secretly thinking about it so who knows.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he spoils you, a little bit to much tho. If you say oh that’s cute, the next day you have it. He’s loves to buy stuff for you.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he holds hands with you all the time, he loves to touch you and holding hands is the most appropriate thing he can do in public.

I = Injury, how would he act if you got hurt: he’s angry at himself that you got hurt, he’s also freaking out a bit.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: he’s a prankster, he loves a good joke. He pulls these small pranks on you, swap stuff in the kitchen with weird things, jump scaring you and telling lame jokes from the internet. His pranks are innocent and he always makes sure you’re okay.

K = Kisses, how do he likes to kiss you: your sweet lips, he just loves them.

L = Love, how he shows you he love you: giving you gifts, calling or texting you on a daily basis and making love to you.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: meeting you for the first time, his English was bad and you thought he was a funny guy, you were also a bit shy.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: That someone hurts you and he isn’t there to protect you. He’s afraid of not being good enough for you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: he’s a silly guy, a real joker.

P = Pet Names, what does he likes to call you: baby or babe, he learned it from some chick flick movies and it got stuck with him.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Doing things you like to do, watching movies, going out for some lunch, doing some shopping, just everything that would put a smile on your face.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: the song you guys sung together for the first time in his car ‘Something just like this, Coldplay.’ he barely knew the words but tried it for you.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you a lot but not everything, he thinks some things are not meant to be shared like his troubles or sadness. A man needs to be strong for his partner and can’t not show weakness. He rarely opens up about his feelings, he likes to deal with it on his own.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: 3 months, he took you on a few dates till he had the courage to ask you if you wanted to be with him. His English was very bad but you already felt for him.

U = Upset, how does he act when you’re upset: he leaves you alone at first, to give you some space to think. He always comes back to you and tries to find out why you’re upset and making it up to you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: That you’re his girl, who tries to understand his culture and ways of living. He loves you’re trying to speak his mother language and proudly helps you out.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting, Would he fight for you: he doesn’t like it at all, no fighting for you if you have him. He’s always ready to fight others to protect you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He isn’t the best in reading you but when he knows he immediately acts on it. Trying to make you feel better or trying to calm you down. He’s trying and that’s what counts.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: He would propose you back at his home in Dagestan. Asking if you want to be his wife and move in with him. He buys you a expensive ring to show you how much you means to him.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: You’re touch, you’re hands on his chest or on his back, just you’re touch makes him calm and at peace. You’re hands caressing and scratching his back makes him fall asleep very quickly, he loves that.

[heyyyitsgrey]

Emmett Cullen- Fluff Alphabet

Sorry for the long-ass wait anon, I got writers' block (again)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He would love your laugh. He would especially love it if he was the reason you were laughing. He realized that the was in love with you when you were laughing at one of his dumb jokes, it damn near started his undead heart again.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He would love your lips, being able to kiss them whenever he wants is a privilege. Or watching you speak, he would love watching your lips moving up and down. (Subsequently, he loves your voice, although that's not really a part of your body.)

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

While he enjoys regular cuddling, he loves using your lap as a pillow. or when you use his lap as a pillow. He loves it when you fall asleep laying on his lap, knowing you're comfortable enough to fall asleep on him like that makes him so happy.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I feel like an ideal date with Emmett is either pulling pranks, watching him fight a bear, or having a night playing board games. He'd enjoy playing Uno, or Sorry with you (even if you kicked his ass at the games) he'd have the time of his life spending time with you.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He expresses his feelings through little notes. He’ll leave post-it notes all over your room, they don’t have very long messages just something short and sweet. ‘Out fighting bears, love you.’

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

When he turned he was only 20, and he hadn't really thought about a family yet. Right now though, he's perfectly content with his family just being you and the other Cullens.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

I feel like Emmett would give you small, seemingly insignificant gifts to anyone but the two of you. For example, he once found a rock while hunting, and like a penguin, he brought it to you. (It's still sitting on your dresser.) He'll occasionally get you more expensive gifts. It's not the price that matters to him, what matters is your happiness.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He loves holding hands, every day all day. Do you wear rings? Oh yeah, he’s gonna mess with those all the time. Do you talk with your hands? You’re gonna be talking with one hand from now on, so sorry.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Depending on why you got hurt he’d either one feel guilty for letting you get hurt or two laugh at you for getting hurt (in a nice way- like how he laughed at Bella for breaking her hand). While Carlisle is checking out the injury he’d be right by your side the entire time.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He loves pulling harmless pranks on you. Y’know that super cliché prank of filling a bucket with water and putting it on top of a door frame? Yeah- he’s done that to you. He especially loves it when you prank him back (if you’re a vampire the Cullens can only expect centuries of prank wars).

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves kissing your cheeks. The first time he kissed your cheek you turned so red, so of course he decided that’s what he would do all the time.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Like I mentioned before, he acts like a crow. Did he find a shiny rock while hunting? Yeah, that’s coming home to you. His main love language is ten-thousand percent gift-giving.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

When you first got together and started pranking each other, Edward walked right into a trap you had set for Emmett. The look on your face was priceless, and god your laugh in that moment was the best thing. You laughed so hard that by the time you’d calmed down, there were tears running down your face.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

If you’re human his worst fear is that one day you’ll wake up and suddenly your blood will be the most tempting thing to him, and as a result, you’ll die at his hand. If you’re a vampire his worst fear is you getting bored of him and leaving.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Ever since you introduced him to modern movies and trends he will walk around quoting them constantly. He once told Edward “You’re a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie.” You were the only other person who understood the reference and that only made it better.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He would pull pet names for you out of his ass. Of course, there are the typical ones like babe or baby. But then there’s also snookums and honey butter biscuits (yes that is an actual pet name). The more outrageous the pet name, the more he throws it into causal conversation.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes curling up with you on the couch and watching movies. Since it’s always rainy in Forks almost every weekend has a lazy movie day. Surprisingly he really enjoys 80’s movies. Breakfast Club, The Dark Crystal, and The Lost Boys are some of his favorites.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

‘Ma Belle Evangeline’ from The Princess and the Frog. The lyric “Love always finds a way it’s true!” struck him the first time he watched the movie, it reminded him of you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Emmett has no secrets. Well, minus the secret of his species. After he revealed himself as a vampire he has no secrets from you. You’re the person he goes to when he has a secret that desperately needs to be shared.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

After meeting each other you clicked almost instantly, becoming fast friends. So I say it took four months for y’all to get together. After you started dating though you slowed down immensely.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

When you’re upset Emmett makes it his personal mission to make you at the very least crack a smile. He’d bring you your favorite food, drink, or snack. He’d pull you onto the couch or into bed and just cuddle you until you told him what was wrong.

Sure it isn’t always the best way to make you feel better but it’s Emmett’s way. Another thing he’s found works is tickling you, it’ll get you to laugh.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s very proud of his strength and his physical stature. He’s also proud of the fact he has such an amazing partner. He absolutely loves showing you off, if he could every time y’all walked into a room together he’d shout “Look at me! I’m in love with one of the greatest people ever!”

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

If you’re human and got into a fight with another human he’d think you were a badass, but if you tried to fight a vampire he’d be worried. If you got hurt, he’d blame himself for it.

If you’re a vampire and got into a fight, his worry for your safety would lessen, and his admiration for you would grow (if that’s even possible).

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At first when you didn’t know each other all that well he wouldn’t be able to read you, but after getting to know each other he’d be able to read you better.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He’d wait until you’re sure that you want to stay with him, he’d have a whole elaborate plan but the words would just slip of out his mouth.

You’d be laying together on the couch watching a movie, he’d look over and see just how peaceful you look and the words would fly out of his mouth. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

I like to think that holding your hand would calm him down. Your hand in his would work as a grounding force, helping him stay in the moment.

[wtfuglydemon]

As the year ends i keep thinking how this year was.... something. I feel like life gave me a soft reset and i dont know what to do with it, it's not as much as i was given a second chance on things but as if everything ive built suddenly crumbled down with no warning and im now forced to work around this, for better or worse.

This year already started horribly, after all i just left from a year where i was being humiliated, shamed and scolded for not being sad about my uncle's death, a man they all know tried to kill me multiple times before, i dont know if i am fully over that still.

At the beginning of the year i am suddenly invited to live with someone i honestly didnt even know and since i was so eager to leave home i accepted but didnt realize how much pressure that would place on my back, as suddenly i was responsible by so many things and specially the person. A horrible gamble that only made my situation at home worse because i left after a fight, never contracted anyone and suddenly i had to come back and pretend nothing happened, worsening my relationship with everyone now that they know i hate them.

I actually dont even remember what happened in April anymore besides the fact i tried to kill myself, i only know this because i told some people but my memory of it is completely gone however it is relevant as it is now May and im a very depressive episode the whole month due to my current treatment and i then suddenly forget my mother's birthday at the end of it, im at my worst day and im being guilted and dragged into a birthday party that i do not have since im 10, without a shower, without time to comb my hair, looking my worst in a place full of people who actively hate me, who told they hate me many times, i felt vulnerable and violated, i had to leave early and had a panic attack which led me to go back into self harming, something I hadn't done for years but this is what brought it back and now i was in a very bad mood and locked at my room

Then immediately after, the person i lived with for what was nice for a month or two, she made me start my hrt and gather my documents to change gender and name officially, and gave me many other things but now there was a problem, she was so... obsessive and possessive over me and i never had shown any interest in her and this became weird fast, everything she did felt like she was trying to win me over, all the gifts all the help, it felt like she saw my state and thought i was mentally vulnerable enough, that she could "save" me which eventually led me to be highly uncomfortable and start distancing myself. She got mad at me, started telling me i should go to therapy despite the fact im open to the fact im not returning to one, there was a random threat of sending me to a psych ward, she questioned my relationships and said they were all bad for me despite barely knowing the people i involved myself with AND me, and as i exploded due to my already bad mood and my frustrations about how she was invading my personal space and thinking she is important to me, that only certain people could, she used my words to spread it to all my old group of friends in a way that made it seen like i hated them.

I was immediately abandoned by everyone i knew since 2015 or even early, the only stable relationships i had my whole life, i was called many names, thrown away without a second thought and only for me to find out this was already coming, that they already had a secret chat to talk bad about me without me knowing way before all this, so all this did was give them an excuse. Of course i also no income and now with her doing this, i have to sustain myself with my hrt meds, something around $40(BRL120) per month and $80(BRL240) every four months, my family already hates me and now i need them to buy these, further decreasing even the food i receive and now i can not ask for anything, not only that but i am now being forced into a job i can not have, causing me to once again cut.

It's been like that for two more months, i only gathered enough courage to leave the house once in July to pick up my new altered documents and once my birthday came in September, almost no one remembered, two people did but not even my partner at the time did — all while i watched so many people with September birthdays, even the same day as mine get everything, birthday wishes, gifts, a party. I have a horrible relationship with birthdays, i never had birthdays past 10yo, all i get since then is a cheap chocolate box and a rush to find a job and leave the house and this year was no different but with the added flavor or being blamed for the lack of money due to my meds. To me, birthdays represent the day i start existing and if no one says anything about it, it tells me I shouldn't exist, which is what i thought that day, I was forgotten by everyone again, i ended everything, even with my old partner, that was the third cutting in less than 5 months.

I truly was at my lowest by the end of September and only by October i would have better news, it was when i got much closer to p-chan, my current gf, when we started dating... he cares so much for me, helps me at my lowest moments and makes me feel secure, i now have new people around me that i talk more often with and even if things at home have not changed, they are a lot more manageable when i have someone that understands my mind and is able to help me stay mentally stable after everything i went through this year, i really have no words on how grateful i am to her, she has been my light this whole end of the year, i am going to next year a little more hopeful for the better which is more than i can say going to this year. Ive been beaten down this year over and over and over, with barely any time to breathe, i dont think i am over anything in it yet and im back into my self harming behavior, with cuts as new as two weeks ago but i am better than i was at the beginning of the year and that makes me know that i can start over next year, with better people at my side.

[notbadweird]

Maybe you could do a Jiara one shot during Christmas where Kie give sJJ presents and a lot of it is clothes and JJ only got Kie ONE thing and now he feels bad and is embarrassed but when she opens the present, it brings tears to her eyes because it's the sentimental aspect of the present and she just loves it so much!

🎄💛First Christmas💛🎄

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It’s That Time Of Year Again, Christmas! The Most Magical Time Of The Year For All Pogues. Christmas Was Looking A Bit Different This Year. While They Didn’t Get The Treasure, They Did Have A New Friend & New Things To Treasure Instead.

Christmas was in a few days and all the Pogues wanted was to have a little get together later in the day after everyone else was done with their family celebrations. JJ was of course staying with John B so they were decorating with the few decorations they had.

John B: Okay well I hung up the lights last year so now it’s your turn.

JJ: What? I swear I did it last year! I still have the scar from when I fell off the ladder from doing it *he lifts his shirt*.

John B: That scar is from that motorcycle accident you had, and I know that because I was the one to patch it up, nice try buddy.

JJ pouted as he took his defeat and grabbed the Christmas lights to put on the roof. While he was doing that John B was putting some inflatable stuff outside as well.

John B: So uh question?

JJ: What is it?

John B: How are things with you and Kie?

JJ: As of right now things are fine. I texted her this morning and she’s really excited to spend Christmas with me this year.

John B: That’s so cute, look at all of us having someone to kiss under the mistletoe this year.

JJ: I’m just a little nervous though man.

John B: Why?

JJ: I don’t know what to get her, what if what I get her isn’t good enough?

John B: Dude just your presence brings the biggest smile on that girls face, I know you’ll think of something.

Before JJ could respond they saw Sarah pull up with more decorations.

Sarah: Merry almost Christmas my favorite boys!

She gets the decorations out the car and walks over to John B to give him a kiss.

John B: How’s my favorite girl?

Sarah: She’s great, just super excited for our first Christmas together.

John B: I am too.

JJ: Yeah this is too mushy for me, I’m gonna go into town and see what I can find for Kie. Sarah, has she given any hints on what she might want?

Sarah: No and I’ve been trying to get it out of her but she is keeping her lips sealed. Good luck though.

JJ sighs as he gets the keys to the Twinkie and makes his way to Kildare. He had no idea where he was going but he needed to figure something out. He had been saving some money for awhile and he is hoping it will be enough to give her some type of jewelry for her. He pulled up to the one place that sold the nice stuff and went inside…he immediately regretted that decision. Everything was automatically out of his price range and the worst part of all was that he saw this matching turtle jewelry earring and bracelet set that would’ve been perfect for her. Tears slowly formed into his eyes but then an idea formed into his head…it was worth a shot. He went up the counter and range the bell so he could have some assistance.

Duke: Hello, may I help you?

JJ: Yes you may, so is there anyway I can pay for this in monthly? Ya know instead of all at once?

Duke: Let me see…

With Kiara

Kiara’s POV

This is my first Christmas ever having a boyfriend and I’m ecstatic about it! In the past whenever I gave the boys their gifts I always had to keep it even so it looked like I wasn’t playing favorites. My first year with them was a nightmare because even though the prices were the same, all they cared about was the sizes of the gifts which resulted in a literal brawl between the three of them. But this year we are all in relationships so the pressure is no more! The main thing I’m giving JJ is clothes, I never noticed this before but a majority of the clothes he wears are his old work uniforms and it broke my heart to see that he didn’t own much of anything. He deserves so much more and I plan on doing that. He made do with everything he had and still managed to look hot, now he’d be looking ten times hotter and just the thought of that drives me insane. I’m about to dress my baby up…

Christmas Day

That morning Kie woke up to a cute text from JJ.

❤️Jayj❤️

Good morning and Merry Christmas Kie.

Can’t wait to get my kiss from you😉.

Kie couldn’t help but blush and roll over onto her face to calm herself down…the things this boy did to her. She responded back to him and got ready for this special day. She took a shower and put on a bit of Christmas makeup, it was really just a few dashes of red on her eyes and lips but it did her good. When she went downstairs her parents were already up and ready for the day. They had finally gotten used to the fact that she was a Pogue and since then everything has been great.

Anna: Good morning baby, Merry Christmas!

Kiara: Merry Christmas mom! You too dad.

Mike: Merry Christmas my love. What are your plans today?

Kiara: I plan on being with you guys during the day and when nightfall hits and everyone else is done with their family activities, me and my friends are meeting up at John B’s house to open the gifts we got for each other.

Anna: Okay that sounds like a solid plan. How does it feel having a boyfriend this go round?

Kiara: Moooooom!

Anna: What? I don’t mean to pry but this is a cute and big deal for you, even if you aren’t showing it to us.

Kiara: Okay you’re right, it is. I’m very excited and all of my gifts are already at John B’s place.

Mike: What did you get him?

Kiara: You’ll see when he comes over tomorrow.

Anna: Well I’m sure it’s going to turn out great, now lets begin our day out.

Kiara smiled as she made her way into the car and off they went. They did some more shopping, had a nice lunch with their extended family and opened up the gifts around 5. Once 6 o’clock hit Kiara was off to John B’s house and when she got there she was welcomed with a bunch of Christmas lights which shocked her. Everyone was outside waiting for her.

Kiara: Okay, who turned into God and said let there be light?

Sarah: Guilty!

Kiara ran to give Sarah a hug.

Sarah: I found these extra lights at my place and figured they were needed more over here.

Kiara: And you were correct.

After she pulled away from Sarah the rest of the gang went up to hug her, JJ however was waiting for his individual turn. When her eyes landed on his she rushed into his arms and he spun her around.

Kiara: Merry Christmas babe!

JJ: Merry Christmas! How was your day?

Kiara: Amazing now that I’m in your arms.

Cleo: Well ain’t that cute.

John B: Enough with the mushy stuff, LETS OPEN OUR GIFTS!!!

Everyone started cheering as they went inside to John B’s slightly refurbished living room. He had a makeshift tree that was filled with presents under it. Kiara went to the tree and picked up all the gifts she had for JJ and his eyes went wide when they realized those were his.

JJ: Wait…are those mine?

Kiara: Yes! All ten boxes.

JJ: Kie, this is so much.

Kiara: And you deserve it all Jayj, now come on open them!

JJ gave her a smile as he opened each present one by one. When he saw they were new clothes he started tearing up.

JJ: There is no way you bought me five outfits.

Kiara: Yes way Jayj…do you like them?

JJ: Kie these are perfect, you really know my style.

He doesn’t say that with the enthusiasm Kie was hoping for.

Kiara: JJ what’s wrong? You don’t sound too excited.

JJ’s breath was shaking because he was so scared to admit what a shitty job he did with their first Christmas this year.

JJ: It’s just that you gave me all of this and all I have for you is this…

He reached under the tree and grabbed the only box that was left under the tree. He gave it to her and walked out before she could open it in front of him.

Kiara: Jayj wait-.

She turned her attention back to the present, it had been neatly wrapped and personally she wanted to save the wrapping paper so she opened it with ease. Inside of it was six hand drawn pictures of the two of them and they were in a glass frame. Kie couldn’t believe her eyes.

John B: So that’s what he was working on.

Kiara: What do you mean?

John B: A few days ago he came back from town pretty upset. Next thing I know he was holed up in his room and wasn’t leaving it at all, not even to eat. I went in there when he was sleeping and saw all this paper out on the floor but I never saw the finished product.

Next thing she knew she was crying and rushing outside to JJ. She found him sitting in the hammock, she put the pictures down at the base of the tree and thrashed her body on top of his and cried some more.

JJ: Kie I’m so sor-.

Kiara: JJ what are you apologizing for?

JJ: The gift it’s-.

Kiara: It’s the best thing I have ever received in my life!

JJ: There is no way that’s true.

Kiara got up to go and get the frame and then sat herself in JJ’s lap.

Kiara: JJ…all the time and effort you put in this is what makes this the best gift ever. I always knew you were artsy based off of your Poguelandia flag but this…is absolutely perfect. I’m hanging it in my room right above me…so the first thing I will be waking up to are the best memories of us. This one was from our first date and this one was during Valentine’s Day. And this was when we had that surfing contest that I totally beat you in.

JJ: Hey we claimed that was a tie.

Kiara gave him a little nudge in the head before giving him the longest kiss ever. She sat the frame down beside them so she could use both of her arms to wrap them around his head. His arms wrapped around her waist and went up her back. Even though it was near dark, Kiara could still see the blush on JJ’s face when they pulled apart.

Kiara: JJ I love you, this has been the best Christmas of my life. I hate I’ve missed out on so many amazing JJ gifts.

JJ: I wouldn’t say amazing.

Kiara: Well I will…in fact I’m gonna shout it to the world.

Kiara got off the hammock and starting spinning and shouting.

Kiara: JJ MAYBANK GIVES THE MOST AMAZING GIFTS EVER!!

JJ: HELL NAH THAT’S KIARA CARRERA’S TITLE!! SHE GIVE’S THE BEST GIFTS!!

Kiara: NOPE, IT’S ALL YOU JAYJ!!

Kiara runs up to him and gives him another kiss. JJ taps her waist and that was her signal to jump and she did, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her and the gift back inside. Everyone was looking at them funny when they got back into the living room.

Pope: Is everything okay?

Cleo: Yeah it sounded like bloody murder out there.

Kiara: Everything couldn’t be better you guys.

John B: Ohhhhhh JJ *he says in a singsong voice*!

JJ: What?

Sarah: Look upppp *she matches John B’s singsong voice*.

JJ and Kiara looked up and saw they were up under the mistletoe. Kiara looked at him and gave him kiss me eyes.

JJ: Y’all might want to look away, this is about to be the kiss of a lifetime.

JJ dipped Kie down and kissed her with so much passion, there was tongue and all! This cause everyone to get grossed out and go outside while they were still kissing. JJ slowly lifted Kiara up, never breaking apart their kiss and brought his hands behind her head to deepen the kiss. Kiara’s hands were all tangled up in his hair and shirt. She was so entranced in this kiss she sorta lost balance and fell back a bit breaking the kiss but JJ caught her.

JJ: Kiara Carrera?

Kiara: JJ Maybank?

JJ: I hope you know that the best gift I could ever ask for this Christmas is you right?

Kiara: The same goes for you JJ. Next year I just want a day of you and I’ll be the happiest girl alive.

JJ: I love you Kie…Merry Christmas

Kiara: Merry Christmas Jayj…I love you more.

JJ: That’s impossible.

Kiara: No it’s n-.

JJ cut her off with another kiss which resulted in them both laughing in the kiss…this was a Christmas for the record books.

[dinuxia-bhm]

Shoutout to @sharksinflowercrowns again... for beta reading this and being so supportive.

Deck the Halls of Wittebane Manor

CHAPTER THREE…

"For the last time, we're allowing an additional discount for the Christmas season only. Any transaction that occurred before the festive period is not entitled to this offer." Hunter spoke into his phone as he walked through the snowy streets of Bonesborough, trailing behind his sisters. "Yes, Merry Christmas to you too." He ended the call rolling his eyes and placed his phone back in his pocket.

"Dude, would it hurt for you to put that phone away for a while. It's clearly bumming you out. Where's your Christmas spirit?” Luz groaned without looking back.

"No offense bro, but we're here on vacation and that…" Vee gestured at him. "...is not how you spend a vacation."

"Well, I didn't wanna come here in the first place." Hunter shrugged, putting his gloved hands in his pockets to keep them warm. The gloves did provide some warmth but a little extra warmth was welcome anyway. "All I'm doing is walking around and wasting my time. I could be getting stuff done to get that house refurbished. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can go back home."

"Yeah, fat chance." She smirked. "We're spending Christmas here buddy." There… She dropped the bombshell.

"You can't be serious. Christmas is a whole week away. I can't stay here for that long." Hunter raised an eyebrow at her thinking that she was only joking, but her smirk only got wider.

"Nope. In fact, we can. I asked Darius to take care of everything back in Gravesfield so you could enjoy some peace in here. You don't have to worry about anything. And yeah… you can get rid of those annoying phone calls, if you stop making them yourself."

"But we can't possibly celebrate Christmas in Bonesborough. Not without Mama." He smirked, rivaling his sister.

"But we can celebrate Christmas in Bonesborough with Mama." Vee said, turning back. "Mama said she has a day off on Christmas. She said she'll be here as soon as her shift is done on Christmas Eve."

"Ok, so it's everyone teaming up against me huh? Betrayed by my own family." Hunter facepalmed, dragging his hand down his face, exaggerating his frustration. "When did you guys even plan this?”

"Eh, we're just going with the flow. Besides,it's for your own good." She shrugged. "Now come on, let's go!” Luz walked ahead merrily humming a classic Christmas tune to herself.

Hunter sighed before looking around and noticed that they were approaching the Bonesborough marketplace. "Why are we here now?” He whined like a child. "I thought we were going to the owl house."

"One word." Luz turned around dramatically, pausing for a second to build up suspense. "Christmas shopping!" She said while doing jazz hands. "We can't go there empty handed now, can we?"

"What! We could've done that in Gravesfield. Did you have to wait until we got here?" Hunter was clearly annoyed by this impromptu gift shopping nonsense. They could've just ordered something online or gotten something from the company without wasting their time walking from street to street, finding the right present for everyone.

"Me… Shopping online… For presents? Blasphemy!” She said, placing a hand on her chest dramatically, pretending to be seriously offended. "Luz Noceda buys all her presents herself and all of them are authentic products of Bonesborough.

"And you're ok with this?” Hunter asked Vee, as if shopping with Luz is the worst thing that could happen to you. Considering how "thoughtful" she is, that's not entirely a lie.

"I'm just here to get something for Masha." She shrugged. "Not gonna lie, stuff in Bonesborough are pretty cool." She walked ahead with her sister.

Hunter knew better than to go shopping with Luz. She always tends to overthink things like this. Vee might be able to be of some help because she was usually patient and very understanding of her siblings. But Hunter was not sure he would be able to manage seeing Luz choosing between option A and option B for hours at a stretch. Besides, he had this whole renovation project to handle and if Mama was coming to celebrate Christmas in here, they might need to have some decorations in there as well. That gave Hunter a brilliant idea.

"Why don't you go ahead and buy all the presents and when you're doing that, I'll just check out some new paints and some Christmas decorations for the house?" He suggested in the most casual way possible, trying not to give away the fact that he didn't actually want to go shopping. "Sounds good?” He asked, looking at his sisters.

"Oh Hunter, you're a genius! Now go do that, while I go get some presents." She nodded her head, gesturing to Vee to follow her. "Come on Vee, let's go!” She happily went into the marketplace with Vee calmly following with her hands in her pocket.

When they were out of sight, Hunter let out a sigh and the warm air that escaped his body instantly froze, giving a rather smokey effect. He turned around and started walking mindlessly through the marketplace, rubbing his gloves hands together. Despite being Hunter's original hometown, he had been there only a couple of times when he snuck out of his house to experience a temporary sense of freedom. So he didn't exactly know where he was heading.

There were times when nobody knew who he was. At least who he really was. He was almost never allowed to leave the house and when he did leave the house occasionally to attend some of Philip's "businesses", he had to wear this strange face mask and sunglasses that covered the majority of his face to protect his identity. He was never known to anyone as Hunter or as Philip's nephew. People only knew him as Philip's right hand man. Thinking about that, he shuddered and he was pretty sure that the cold had nothing to do with it.

He looked around and took in the scene of a busy marketplace. The town was a very busy place, with so many stalls put up to sell various things, so many people doing their fair share of gift shopping, people gathering in front of a fountain in the middle of the town to sing carols, children playing in the snow or talking to a man dressed as Santa, teenagers enjoying hot cocoa in cafes. 'They're making a huge profit.' He thought to himself 'Well, that's the whole point of holidays anyway.' He shrugged before he turned to see the sudden bright light hit him on the face, almost blinding him.

That's when he saw it. People were gathering around to look at the gigantic town Christmas tree. It was huge to say the least. Hunter was pretty sure it was at least fifty feet tall. He knew about this tree being put up every year but in his sixteen years of living in Bonesborough, he never got the chance to have a look at it up close. He had to admit, it looked pretty amazing.

He looked up to see if he could see the top of it, but as suspected he couldn't. He gradually walked backwards trying to catch a glimpse of the top, until he felt himself bump into someone from behind. It was too late when he realized he did crash into someone and probably knocked over and broke whatever they were holding. So like any decent being he turned around and offered to help them salvage the damage.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you." He said as he bent down to help them. He saw that she was a woman, who seemed around his age and he accidentally knocked over the pot she was carrying, along with a tiny Christmas tree in it.

Hearing his voice, she looked up and that made Hunter stop in his tracks. Now that she was looking straight at him, he saw that she was wearing round glasses with golden frames. The lenses of her glasses were fogged due to the cold and the blank low lighting gave her a ghastly look. She looked intimidating like an all powerful anime villain who always announces their evil plan right before executing it (He knew because he lives with Luz). He audibly gulped thinking that she might actually throw hands with him. What he heard next was totally unexpected.

"Oh no no no no… It was totally my fault… I couldn't see what's in front of me, because I was carrying this tree. It's not your fault. Hope you didn't get hurt." She spoke in a very pleasant voice, opposed to her initial frightening demeanor. He expected a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but he couldn't find any. She genuinely apologized to him as if it wasn't equally his fault too and she was concerned about his well-being. Huh, that was definitely new. She actually seemed very… nice. Her actions actually made her seem kinda adorable with her fluffy snow jacket.

"Oh, it's fine… I'm ok, actually." He managed to kneel in front of her to help her clean up the mess. "Are you ok?" He asked when he finally managed to get out of his train of thoughts.

"I'm fine." She shrugged casually but her expression changed into a somewhat upset one when she looked at her little Christmas tree sprawled on the ground and the pot carrying it split in half. "But uh… She's not." She gave a lighthearted chuckle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I was looking at that tree and uhhhh, I didn't notice your tree." He told sheepishly. "But don't worry. I'll pay for your loss."

"It's ok. I was about to change the pot anyway. I just have to figure out a way to get it over there." She pointed at a bakery a few feet away.

"Oh! I can help." He offered as he gathered the two halves of the pot and placed them together. "Here, hold it like this." He unconsciously took both of her hands and placed it on either side of the pot. Then he lifted the tree from the ground and carefully secured it in the broken pot.

The owner of the plant looked at him fondly. She was actually impressed that he was this enthusiastic about helping her out. Also, the way he worked so diligently, gave her the idea that he might be into gardening. Just like her. She wondered if he would like to volunteer in the special program she's conducting this year to decorate the town with her Christmas trees. Not to mention, he was also kinda cute. 'Whoa! Ok girl, don't let this boy get to your head just yet' She thought, looking away from him.

"All done. I think this should do the trick." He said dusting off his gloves and placing them on the pot, perpendicular to her hands, which made her snap out of her own thoughts."We pick her up on three?” She nodded eagerly and he started counting.

"One… Two… Three!" They carried the pot together as they stood facing each other. "Lead the way." He offered.

She nodded as she started walking sideways. He followed her, also walking sideways until they reached the bakery. They planted the tree in a new pot at the bakery and left it to be decorated. She finally said goodbye to the owner of the bakery and walked out of the building with him following her.

"Thanks for all the help. I guess I owe you one." She said, turning to him.

"Oh, that's not a problem. I'm glad I could help." He said nervously, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly.

"Shoot, I forgot to introduce myself." She facepalmed. "Ok, so… I'm Willow Park, the friendly neighborhood florist of Bonesborough."

She said as she practically grabbed his hand and gave him a very enthusiastic handshake, which left his whole being shaking.

"N-nice to- m-meet you!" He stammered as he struggled to keep balancing on two feet. God, she was strong.

"And what's your name?" She asked with a soft smile gracing her face.

"Hunter…" He mumbled, looking at his hand that experienced an earthquake moments ago.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you in Bonesborough before?" She asked, tilting her head in slight confusion.

"I'm just here for the holidays. I'll be leaving as soon as Christmas is over." He shrugged and for some reason her heart sank a bit after hearing that.

"Oh… Uhhh … Then while you're here, would you like to, maybe help us out on a mission of mine?" She asked innocently.

"Oh no… I can't actually help you with that." He shook his head. "I have my own mission." He said looking at the direction of his manor.

"Oh, it's fine… I can find someone else." She said as her spirits dropped for some unknown reason. "I just hope I can get enough hands to decorate every building in this town in time for Christmas." She sighed longingly. That did get his attention.

"Wait!” He turned around to look at her. "Did you say 'every building' here?” He asked as his eyes widened with hope.

"Absolutely!" Her spirits were back. "That way, we can spread the holiday cheer to anyone and everyone in town."

"Then maybe I will help you." He agreed. "But on one condition."

"I'm listening…" She urged him to go on, clearly excited to work with him.

"Will you help me decorate my house too?" He asked politely. "It's kinda falling apart and I could use some help to patch it up."

"Of course I'll help you!" She agreed wholeheartedly.

"You will?" He asked again as if to confirm that she would actually help him and she's not tricking him into helping her. She did keep smiling so warmly and he couldn't detect any deceit in it, so maybe he will trust her. "Thanks…" He mumbled.

"Don't mention it." She shrugged it off with a light laughter. "Ok then, I'll see you around Hunter." She skipped merrily on her way to wherever she was going, twirling midway to look at him and wave.

"Yeah… See you around…" He waved as he continued to look in her direction even after she disappeared from his sight.

[soxcietyy]

Dollhouse

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

"Everyone I need you in pairs for tonight's shift. We have another dozen of maidens coming in and last time we lost one." Yuta says glaring at Yujis way who slowly averted his eyes down.

Yes Yuta knew it was Yuji, no he wasn't going to say anything. Whats done is done. What was the point of getting him into trouble to?

"I know we are all exhausted with having training but what I have noticed is most of you just know how to shoot. Nobody knows hand to hand combat. I believe you shouldn’t only rely on a weapon. Know how to defend yourself and your family’s. So today I introduced you to Maki" Yuta says stepping away from the entrance door. In came in Maki in a pure black uniform. She was also stacked in medals but not as many as Yuta. Her boot heels clacked with every step sending shivered in some of the guards spines. She didn't look like a girl who wanted to be swooned by a man she looked like she wanted to kill them.

"She will be training you guys in groups. Half of you will take A day the other half B day. Now please be polite, she's definitely someone you shouldn't mess with or underestimate just because she's a female." Yuta said stepping back giving Maki the chance to speak.

"I will be training you on hand to hand combat from now on. I will not tolerate any attitude or talk back. I will not treat you as your mother, think of me worst than your general." She smiles making sure everyone understands. From Yutas knowledge she comes from a family where hand to hand

Combat was a normal practice for them. The king had found her and asked her if she wanted to help out in the army. Of course she didn't hesitate the money was good. Not that any of these men should know that because they would be furious finding out she got payed more than them.

"Your dismissed." Yuta says waving them out of the meeting room. He was tired of all this non stop training and work. For some reason it seemed as if work piled on him more and more. Other than the paper work back home. His lovely wife learned now to read and write so she did majority of it only leaving the important documents to him. Walking to his office he sat down slouching on it. All he wanted was to go home and relax. Oh how much he died to just see you right now, for a shoulder massage, your sweet kisses or your adorable facial expressions. He just wanted you to be here to bring him at ease. A small knock could be heard from the door snapping Yuta out of his thought. "Come in," Yuta said as he sat up straight. In came in Yuji with a shy smile.

"Hey General Okkotsu I was wondering if I could talk to you in private about... you know what." Yuji said looking around to make sure nobody was here.

"Of course sit down." Yuta said as he dug in his drawer throwing a gift box on the table. Yuji looks up at him confused on what the special occasion was.

"A gift from my wife to yours. Your having a child after all." Yuta gestures him to open it. "After being home most of the time she took up a hobby of sewing." Yuta continued.

He watched how Yuji carefully opened the box and pulled out a small pair of socks and a beautifully made blanket that looked so warm. They lived in one of the kingdoms with the longest winters so this would truly come in handy. "Thank you I'm sure she'll greatly appreciate it, but why didn't he give it to her instead?" Yuji said putting it back in the box.

"She wanted you to see it first knowing how anxious you are. She hoped it would bring you to ease. Now what did you want to speak to me about?" Yuta asks.

Yuji took a deep breath before speaking."You know how I basically kidnapped Alice, I don't have any marriage documentation so how am I supposed to take her to the hospital when she's ready to give birth?" Yuji asks worried that she might be taken from her.

Yuta sat there thinking about it. He could probably steal a marriage certification or replace her with one of the other girl and make him buy her. He could get in deep trouble if they knew he kidnapped her. Maybe he could even talk to the king and convince him to let it pass. Everyone was always fond of Yuta and did anything he asked.

"I'll take care of it don't worry." Yuta finally said.

"Really? That was quick." Yuji perked up. "How's y/n? Any signs of pregnancy?"

Yuta let's if a chuckle. "Iv been watching her carefully for a months and she shows no signs of it. She doesn't mind bed room activity's either so I'm assuming she's not. She completely fine and I don't plan on telling her that I almost got her pregnant. " Yuta said kind of thankful for the outcome. It's not that he didn't want a kid he just wasn't ready. He was barely getting the groove of being a married man. Having a child would absolutely kill him.

"But you came in her how is she not going to know?"

"She wasn't education young so she shouldn't know plus it was on accident. I was in the moment and forgot to pull out." Yuta confesses. "Haven’t made that mistake again." He smiled.

"How do you feel about being a future father?"

"It's pretty overwhelming I won't lie. I don't even know anything about taking care of kids." Yuji sinks into his chair.

"You'll be working all day with me I doubt you'll have to worry about that. Plus Alice will be with

y/n until we figure out your marriage situation. Just make sure she has everything she needs and save up for the kid because from my knowledge your bank account isn’t going to look pretty. Happy wife happy life though.Those two girls have gotten so close that I'm pretty sure they tell each other things they don't tell us. "

For a second Yuji could of sworn he saw Yuta pout. But before he could say anything someone slammed the door open.

"General! We have a problem going on and it urgent." A man ran in frantically.

"What's wrong? " Yuta said standing up immediately.

"We're being threatened! The neighboring kingdom their here!" He yelled.

Yuji and Yuta looked each other with worried expression as they ran out. It was currently seven pm. The sun was close to setting and it was getting colder. As they ran you could see their breath smoke out of their mouths. From the small amount of information gained they needed to follow the crowed of soldiers that where running in the same direction. He had absolutely no idea of the situation all he could hope was that it wasn't going to be the same incident from years ago.

Both of them quickly made it to a crowd of soldiers and people.

"Go home!" Yuta yelled at the civilians who were trying to figure out what was going on. Yuta didn't know the extent of the situation so he did what was best and that was to evacuate everyone from the area. They currently stood in front of the kingdoms entrance. People going in or out were stopped and sent back.

"Soldiers, make way." Yuta yelled getting their attention. They all cooperated and spread apart leaving a walk way for Yuta. Before going in he looked behind to make sure Yuji was still behind him. He motioned him to follow behind him.

Walking down there was nothing but silence. He could see some worried glances from his men but he decided to pay no mind to them. Eventually he made it to the front to be met with a man. He was taller than Yuta and looked more buffer. He wore a green uniform and had tons of medals. If he had to take a wild guess this was the General of the other side.

"General Okkotsu it's been a while hasn't it?" The man said taking a step closer.

"It sure has been General Geto" Yuta said putting his hand on his sword.

"I don't see Gojo anywhere, what must of happened to him?" He looks at him with a smirk.

"Sorry I'm not able to say private information. Enough of the small talk why are you here?" Yuta backs away not liking how much this man towered over him.

"Getting straight to the point I see. I'll cut it short for you, you guys cut of trade with us and our king isn't too happy. So we came here to deliver a message." He smiled, "We have a five year contract and will not easily be discarded. If you stop trade we will take action." It was true they did have that contract. It was established after the incident since they couldn’t come to a agreement.

"Sorry and why are you telling me this? I don't take part of anything political other than war." Yuta crossed his arms.

"Just a message to send to your king." Geto said raising his hand making his men turn around.

"I hope we see each other in the future Yuta." He said before taking his leave. Yuta watched him leave making sure he wasn’t trying to pull something. What the hell was the council doing? They knew how dangerous the other kingdom is why would they suddenly stop trade?

"For fuck sakes, can I get a messenger?" Yuta yelled into the crowed. Clearly pissed off. They were not about to do the most idiotic thing ever. Why not maintain peaceful?

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"When are you going to tell him y/n?!" Alice said as she patted your back. This was your third time puking today.

"Tell him I'm pregnant? You know how Yuta is he's always so worried over the smallest things! Plus he already has enough on his plate if I tell him I'm sure he's going to faint." You said as you flushed the toilet.

Alice sighs as she helps you up. She was three weeks ahead of your pregnancy and you could already see her bum. Soon you'll be seeing yours too. Being fifteen weeks pregnant wasn't fun.

"Do you want some tea?" Alice asks

"No it's fine I just need a break, I need some rest I'm exhausted." You sigh sitting on the couch.

"You need to tell him y/n he’s going to be upset that you didn’t trust him enough to to tell him in the future." She says grabbing your hand. Rubbing circles on the back of your hand with her thumb.

"It’s not easy to care for yourself on your own while pregnant, You need him. "

"I guess your right"

"It's getting kind of late no? Where are the boys?" Alice asks looking at the door worrying.

"They are probably having a meeting or late shift. They'll be back soon don't worry. You shouldn't be getting stressed it's bad for the baby." You smile handing her a blanket to get comfortable.

The first time you met her she talked her ear off about how Itadori had saved her. How she fell in love with him because he was trying to calm her down when she was having a breakdown. You wernt really surprised that his method consisted of making jokes. She spoke about how he treated her like royalty by doing everything for her. Even the smallest things you wouldn’t need help with he was right their.

Before Alice could say anything the front door open letting a cold breeze come in.

In came in the boys looking very sleep deprived. Their uniform was dirty and their hair was a mess. You couldn’t blame them they had been working day and night shifts lately due to short staff.

"Welcome home boys! Can I get you anything? Nice cup of tea to warm you up?" You ask standing up to greet your husband. His tired eyes follow you until you reach him embracing him in a hug. You felt of he shifted all his weight on you making you stumble a bit. "Yu if your going to sleep do it on the bed." You say pushing him up.

"Yes I know and I think I rather head to bed than drink tea." Yuta says as he starts pulling you up stairs. Even if he was tried he had a tight grip on You making sure you didn’t escape him.

"Um guys make yourself at home! Don’t be afraid to grab anything!" You say to your guest. Due to Yujis "kidnapping" he had to keep a low profile of him and his wife. So they were staying here until they get things straightened out. You didn’t mind you enjoyed the company and bonding over pregnancy. Something Yuta hasn’t realized yet.

After getting ready for bed you sat on the bed as Yuta started taking his uniform off.

Maybe Alice was right about telling him the truth. Everyday that goes by seems to be making Yutas work harder.

"Yuta I wanted to talk to you about something…" you say watching him get into bed next to you. He shifted until he was comfortable to speak again.

"What’s wrong? Wait before you say anything lay down with me I’m cold and would appreciate having you as my heater." He lets out a small laugh as he helps you get under the blanket. You could feel his cold hands grabbing your waist bringing you closer to him. His breathing tickling the back of your neck. You turn your body to face him. Cupping his adorable cheeks into your hands.

"Yu your going to be a dad." You say sweetly as he started to drift to sleep.

"Dad" he mumbled as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

"Yes your going to be a dada." You giggle

"Dada" he mumbled once again before quickly sitting up. "Dada?" He said with wide eyes.

"Your pregnant?!" He quickly uncovers the blanket from you placing his hands on your tummy. Your stomach didn’t have much of a shape to it yet but if you really felt it you could tell.

"I’m going to be a dad?! Why? No wait since when? How long have you been?"

"Yes, because you got me pregnant, every since you came in me, and I’m 14 weeks pregnant."

His jaw dropped, he must be a real idiot for not noticing.

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Hello!

Can I get coffee cream waffle for Thoma or Scaramouche? Thank you

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Coffee Cream Waffle (Catching feelings and avoiding them)

My dear, I shall only do one though, otherwise I won’t be able to catch up to the other requests XD

Tohma

You had nothing against Lady Ayaka. She was nothing but sweet and kind. You had nothing against Tohma either. It was his job as retainer to help and serve her.

It was his job, but sometimes you thought that he might really have an eye on the lady. How could he not?

"Hey Y/N!!!" He came running down the slope of the cobbled steps of Inazuma. You wince a little at his excitement, but turn around and give him a smile. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you in a while," he raises a hand to scratch the back of his head. Smiling and laughing sheepishly.

He had no idea.

"We haven't taken a walk down Cherry Blossom lane in a while, wanna go?"

It was a name he came up with. The cliffside of Inazuma city, where several cherry blossom trees bloomed, and the view of the sea was immaculate.

"Sorry, Tohma, I've got a lot more errands to run today,"

You fix your gaze at the basket in your arms, full of apples. Tohma hesitates for a moment, a split second of a frown starting to form on his face, until he brightens up again. “Oh! I’ve got some time today, need help?” He moves forward in an attempt to take the basket from you. But you step and turn away slightly to move it from his reach. “I--I, no. I can handle it.” You move backwards a few steps and put on a smile that was not so convincing. “I’ll see you another time, Tohma!” and you finally turn and scamper away. Frown forming as soon as your face is concealed from him.

Tohma’s shoulders slump as he watches your form hurry away from him. His lips twitch to the side sadly and he lets out a long sigh. There’s an ache in his heart. It’d been festering for days now. At first he thought that you were just really busy. But day after day of not being able to find you, or you rejecting his help. He could see the distance between him and you, and he hadn’t known what the cause was. 

He doesn’t recall doing anything wrong. It made him antsy, not being able to spend time with you all of a sudden. Not being able to hear you laugh at his stories and not being able to admire the sea with you. 

So, the next day, he tries again.

“Hey, Y/N, you got some time?”

“Tohma, sorry, no, I--”

“Have some errands to run?”

You pick your head up at his tone of voice. It was almost accusatory. The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before you break the gaze. “...Yeah,”

“Are you avoiding me?”

You continue to pretend to work on your basket. Transferring apples from the crate. You’ve practiced the scenario many times already. “No, I’m just bu--”

“Y/N,” but you aren’t prepared for the hurt you hear in his voice. How lost your name sounded on his lips. “I just...wanna talk? Just 5 minutes? We don’t have to go anywhere,” 

You stop what you’re doing and straighten up to look him in the eye. The fear of getting rejected is back. The fear of ruining this friendship is back. Your tactic was to run away, and you realized that it was most probably the worst tactic ever.

It didn’t solve anything and it put a rift between the two of you.

“Tohma...” you put your hands together and start to fumble with them. “The truth is, I...” you bite your lip. “I can’t...be friends with you anymore,”

His eyes widen and the terror that hits him is new. “Why? If I did something wrong you can just tell me!” You shake your head “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just...” you chicken out “I can’t tell you,” your head was pounding. You had no idea what you were doing right now. The words were just pouring from your mouth. Your hands were getting sweaty.

“...No. You can’t just say that without an explanation,” ever the calm negotiator, he knows what he wants and he probably would not leave you until he got an answer. A moment of silence passes. 

“...I like you,” Tohma thought that he was hearing things. It was so soft that he had the illusion it was the wind whispering to him, but you continue. “I like you but I didn’t know what to do and it hurt to pretend that I’m happy to just be friends so I...” Your lips start to tremble.

The wind passes by the two of you, ruffling your hair and causing you to lift your eyes, taking a chance to peek up at him. He... was smiling.

“That’s what it was?” He laughs heartily and before you could even react he has scooped you into his arms, his head rested on top of yours. “You should have said so earlier, Y/N,”

“I-It’s not easy, you know...” You’re not sure what kind of situation this was and you’re confused as to his reaction.

“I understand. I’m sorry.” His arms seems to tighten around you. “But rest assured Y/N, it’ll be easy from now on.” He laughs again, like he had just won something expensive or gotten a great gift. “I’ll be happy to take care of you!”

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[yuri-is-online]

Here's a short list of things that I think would affect yuu (not from an omegaverse world) being in twisted wonderland (omegaverse au)

The scent thing. In my mind, everyone has a scent, including betas, theirs are just weaker. So how would Yuu, who has no scent, be classified? Would ortho or idia want to study them and see what's different between twst folks and earth folks? Scent is usually just noted in smut scenes, but it does have a larger role in most a/b/o stories. Mainly, it's how people communicate emotions. If you're happy, it shows in your scent. If your distressed, it shows in your scent. If your scared, excited, horny, anxious, it shows in your scent. People probably focus on scent when it comes to emotions before they focus on your face or body language. So figuring out what Yuu is feeling is probably a lot harder. It's even worse if Yuu isn't that expressive in the first place. Although it does make me wonder about how people try to hide their scents when their trying to be aloof or stoic...

Noises. This also ties into emotions, the more extreme ones at least. A/b/o twst people purr when their happy or content and growl when they're feeling territorial. Yuu might be able to growl, not very well but whatever. But purring? Yeah no. Not happening. Bless Jades heart he's trying so hard to give Yuu gifts they like and listening for a purr and it just. Never comes. Also imagine being Yuu and you're just getting growled at on a daily basis that's just gotta suck lmoa

Warnings for menstruation and omega heats 🤩 (also jade thinks his partner got SAed so HUGE TW). I personally think that TWST doesn't have periods. Mostly because I read Period Drama series by twstfanblog and was like "Yeah sure I'll integrate that into my belief system". So Yuus under a lot of stress right? Especially those first few months and overblots, so I think it's safe to say that an AFAB Yuus cycle would probably skip over those few months or even a year until everything calms down. And then boom! Ovulation! Jade thinks it's a preheat or a heat and is trying SO HARD to be respectful because they did not talk about this before hand and he doesn't know if he's aloud to "help" them the way he's wants to. Doesn't exactly help that Yuus throwing themself at him every step of the way and asking shit like "Hey if we have kids what would you name them :D?". Yuu is killing him. All in all though, it's a pretty subdue heat, they're not confined to their nest (a messy pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions that they impulsively made in Ramshackle one day) or anything, they can go to class and move around just fine (he doesn't let them though. He doesn't need any perverts possibly getting off or fantasizing about something only he should be fantasizing about), and unfortunately, they're not keeping him in their nest and letting him breed them until they forget their own name, so it all worked out just fine. And then about a week later, he goes to Sam's first thing in the morning to buy more snacks and comes back to the strong scent of his loves blood, only to find out that blood was coming from "the void" and they're curled up in pain, and crying. Yeah that was the worst moment of Jades life, actually. 0/10. Would not recommend. He almost killed several people that day 👍

Nests. Yuu doesn't know what the hell a "nest" is or why Jade freaked out so hard with joy when they made their shitty little pillow fort but hey! At least he's happy! Look at him! Just vibrating with joy! While he's sitting just outside the fort and is just... staring at them..... Is he not gonna come in? So now their scooching over and awkwardly patting the spot next to them- and Jades eyes just dilated SO HARD ok

Ruts and knots. The Fun Shit. Jade asked (very flusteredly) if Yuu would be willing to help him through his upcoming rut and Yuus like 🧍👍🧎. And it's a lot more intense than they were expecting. Bro is looking a half step away from feral as he carries Yuu over to the "nest" and just let's go fully shortly after they start. And Yuu is throughly enjoying it but also- isn't this a little much?!It's just a week of a bad Coleen Hoover novel where all they do is have sex and sleep! They ain't built for this! Honestly, they're just a doll for him at this point because there is not a THOUGHT behind those eyes expect for Jade and his dick and they ain't even mad about it!

That last section wasn't a question I was just thirsty. Damn this ask got long as hell shit.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bless you. My lifespan... my strength... it is returning 2 me.

I think a lot of this could be cleared up with some communication, but at the same time poor Yuu wouldn't know what they were supposed to be communicating.

If scents are reflective of emotion and how people communicate, I would think they reflect people's personalities in the same way facial expressions do? So a particularly stoic person (like say Silver) would have a much more muted scent when he's happy than someone who is much more expressive (like Kalim.) Of the people who would be most distressed by Yuu's lack of scent, I think it would actually be Riddle since I could see him thinking it is a medical issue they need to get checked out ASAP. It would certainly isolate them from their peers even more than not being a mage would, making them a real alien as far as most people in Twisted Wonderland would be concerned.

Now. Jade. My beloved. I think after he manages to successfully court Yuu he would be very smug about this because he would be maybe one of the only people in Twisted Wonderland able to pick up on Yuu's unique body language. But that's in the future, now he's struggling because on top of no scent there's no purrs D:< He's fantasized about what it would sound like sosososososo many times and he is worryingly close to realizing that he's not above begging. He just wants some praise from his chosen mate... please...

lmao about the growling I just would not be able to take that seriously and probably make some dumb comment that would get my ass beat. But if it was really loud that would stress me out.

... oh poor Jade. In my head I am thinking of Yuu maybe having been told by a (concerned) adeuce that Jade is attempting to court them so they start trying to reciprocate (which does not help anyone's concerns) but they haven't really talked about what exactly that means yet. So by the time Yuu starts ovulating they're still in what Yuu might consider to be a "talking" phase? Because Jade hasn't asked to make things official? Whereas Jade is simultaneously on cloud nine planning the wedding and in the depths of despair wondering how best to continue his courtship efforts because oh he wants to help you with your heat so badly :c he's in a permanent state of horny grip the entire week and so tense. Yuu wonders if it would be too much to offer to help him relax since they aren't all that close yet so they figure they'll ask him some questions to see how he reacts and all that and he is extremely receptive but he still doesn't make a move, even if he does insist on talking to them around the pillow fort a lot?

Speaking of the pillow fort... I'm just picturing Jade sitting so pretty and heavy breathing while Yuu is sat there very confused because he is buzzing with excitement but they can't tell what kind. Man relationships are real hard so is jade when you add in alien biology and customs to them please let him help you hope you aren't doing something wrong? you could never please please please just one chance Yuu one chaaaaance

The period stuff... I don't think my mind would jump to SA but certainly some sort of attack and Jade being Jade, he would not let that stand. Thankfully no one actually gets hurt since Jade asks Yuu for names and they have a very strange conversation about reproductive biology. Oh so you are bleeding because you aren't pregnant? Well that sounds like such an easy fix~ And is probably when you finally have that talk about how horny he was all last week because he asks, very earnestly asks to help you through your next "heat" so you don't have to endure this pain again.

Since you were being thirsty allow me to share some of my... thoughts (￣▽￣||)

I feel like Jade would want to take Yuu in his merform at some point if not first because he wants them to think about it. He wants to ruin them for anyone who is not very specifically him and he is not shy about it, but alas the omega decides where to build the nest and you chose "poorly." Yuu is getting their guts rearranged while Jade bullies them about their poor nest building skills. It's ok, he just finds you so cute maybe he'll walk you through it next time? Sure he's never had to build a nest, never felt the need but he's sure if you follow his instructions nice and slowly you'll do just fine.

You wind up in Ramshackle's tub more than once. Just don't complain about not being able to remember most of it because he'll just take that as you wanting a redo. Say less, he's been good for too long anyway *smack*

[palbabor-writes]

Practicum

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+ only, unbalanced/unhealthy relationships, student/teacher sex, tw.dubcon, tw.sub/dom dynamics, brat taming, fingering, masturbation, a table is pretty roughed up in this, so pls hold a brief moment of silence for it    

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“So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And...answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands.

You bite at your lip again and pass your gaze from his amused expression to the bland cover of the textbook, debating your next move, trying to walk yourself through all the ups and downs. It’s too simple; too easy. It’s not like him. He’s got something else in mind, why else would he fucking look like that? It’s not a bad look. No, it’s a look that makes your stomach flip and head spin.

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Notes: the title was selected because it’s got the word cum in it. ahhh, the things that crack me up. anyhow. 

this is part of the BNHA Degeneracy server’s 9 to 5 collaboration! i had a ton of fun participating in this and thank you guys for making this so freaking awesome! special shoutout & thanks to @albinoburrito​ & @kugutsuu​ for their beta edits! this was a departure from what i usually write about and i appreciate all of your notes and help!  

Practicum prac·ti·cum /ˈpraktəkəm/ noun a practical section of a course of study

It’s your senior year, they said. Live a little, they advised. Stop and take a breather, you’re practically home free! Take some easier classes. Focus on what’s in front of you, it’ll be over before you know it! On and on and on. 

Spring semester is almost here. You’ve applied for graduation, the cap and gown ordered, and you have a shiny class ring sitting on your pinky. It’s in the bag. Just breeze through four more classes and you’re out. Well, it would be an easy shot, if you hadn’t put off this one class. 

It always popped up, so it’s not like you could plead ignorance. Your advisor warned you, each quarterly meeting, that you needed to get it out of the way. Take it seriously, he cautioned, clacking out his notes, typing down that you’d failed to heed his sage advice, again. If you wait too long, you’re not going to get the professor that you want.

That was the other problem. You’re a procrastination superstar. If there was some kinda award for putting off assignments, you’d have won it ten times over. You liked the heart pounding race to the deadline, the sleepy boasts that you’d tackled the project within hours of its due date. 

It’s a stupid habit. Every semester you promise yourself that you’ll do better. You won’t wait, you’ll tackle things one assignment at a time and turn them before the hard cut off at 11:59 pm. Who the fuck did you think you were kidding? Certainly not your friends, or your advisor. He could read you like a book. Hell, he’d even sent warnings. 

‘Don’t forget about the deadline for senior registration!’

‘You don’t want to be on a waitlist. You especially don’t want to take one of the harder professors. These are freshman level classes, they’re designed to flunk undergrads. Don’t forget (Y/N), chew them up and spit them out tactics are employed.’ 

But you had. You’d set an alarm on your phone, then neglected to give it a title, so you’d only chuckled and smacked the chirping into silence that morning, snoozing the all important deadline away. 

Fuck. 

Most of the classes for biology are wait-listed. No, scratch that, all the classes for Intro to Genetic Biology are wait-listed. You opt into the waitlist for all of them, just in case, and a week later your phone alerts you that one has an open seat. Actually, it has several open seats, too many open seats to be natural. However, you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so for now, you’re enrolled in BIO 1208: Principles of Cell and Organismal Physiology - For Non-Science majors. 

Perfect.

Yeah, no. You’d looked up the professor, since the whole open seat thing was still giving you the heebie-jeebies, and your heart dropped. You’ve heard of him, most of the student body has. His classes are notoriously small. Not because the university limited them, or planned for smaller class sizes. No, his classes are tiny because he is infamous for failing students. 

Most, when they realize they’re scheduled for his bio classes, frantically drop, taking the withdrawal and praying for better luck next semester. Others, brave souls who think they can come out unscathed, attempt to grit their teeth and push through. But, by midterms, they’re war torn and haggard, shaking their heads and praying for a ‘C’, at best. Fewer still, pass.

This pedagogy isn’t a sign of good teaching; quite the opposite, in fact. You don’t want your student body failing. Yet, year after year, Professor Tomura Shigaraki keeps teaching the same Intro to Bio class. It boggles the mind, but you’ve never had to worry about it. Well, until now. 

When you’d received the notification that you’re enrolled in the B section and spied the name Shigaraki under the professor listing, you’d scarfed down your suddenly flavorless lunch and dashed up the steps to the student advising hall, praying there was some way you could wiggle your way out of this growing disaster.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to take it earlier and to take it in the fall when there are more freshman level classes available. I swear I said that to you. And, AND, I even sent you emails, several times if my sent inbox is to be believed, to NOT forget when senior registration ends.” 

Your advisor is peeved. You don’t blame him. He’s right, this is your fault, but there’s gotta be some kinda loophole. Something, fuck, anything, that can pull you from this mess. 

“I know, I know! I’m so sorry. You’re right. But, I mean, can’t I just hold off for another week? See if the waitlist clears?”

The man that you’ve known for four years, that’s seen you progress from freshman to senior, steeples his long fingers and purses his lips, likely debating on a tactful scolding, or a firm rebuttal. He takes a deep breath and you can’t help but sink into the soft cushioning of the chair, your nose wrinkled and brow furrowed, mentally preparing yourself for the worst.

“Do you know how many students we require to take BIO 1208?”

“No,” you gulp, nibbling on your lower lip nervously. 

“Over 7,000. Do you want to hear the statistics that would need to shake out in your favor for you to miraculously avoid taking this specific class? Nothing is going to open for you, it is this class, or no class.”

You sigh, and your advisor nods, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “Well then, I suggest you brush up on your study skills. Find a classmate that you can compare notes with, join a study group, go to the student union and ask for a tutor. I would hate to see you back here for the summer semester. You’re scheduled to walk the stage this spring and you’ve worked hard for this, so don’t fuck it up, okay?”

You’ve attended this university for four years, but the first day of term always gives you the jitters. It doesn’t matter that you know your way around, or that you know ten professors by name, and bump into several friends on the way to your next building, you’re always buried in your phone, checking and double checking the next class’ room number. 

Despite all that caution, you’re lost.

In your defense, it’s your first time stepping foot in the Graduate & Research building and the whole concrete block is a fucking maze. There must be a basement because the numbers don’t match up with the floors and they seem to jumble further every time you round a corner. Like what the hell? How can this next room be GR 3.03.05 when this is clearly only the second floor and GR 2.03.11 was right down that other hallway?

Exasperated, you lean against the nearest wall and tug your phone out again. Shit. Class started ten minutes ago. 

Part of you wants to call it a day, end the search here and try again on Wednesday. Maybe take a few extra minutes to scout out the building next time and have some idea of where you’re going before the start of class. 

Ugh, why is this so stressful? 

It’s the first day of classes. Surely Professor Shigaraki won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late; besides, if you’re lost, others must be too. 

You tuck your phone back into your pocket and resume the hunt. Two hallway turns later, you find your mark.

Your hand pauses beside the heavy wood, and you take a steadying breath. Again, why are you so nervous? Just go in and take a seat, it’s easy, stop freaking out over nothing. 

The door groans open, hinges protesting the sharp push, and you stumble into a darkened room. The low glow of the projector doesn’t help your blurry vision. Ah, shit, it’s one of those older rooms, so it’s built like a bad movie theater. Oh well, better get to a seat before he spots you. 

Swiftly, you make your way toward the raised steps of the aisle and the second row of chairs, plopping into the first one you reach that’s empty. You’re too busy fiddling with the zipper of your backpack to notice that the speaker has stopped his rasping preamble, but as you pull your laptop out the ominous weight of that heavy silence hits you and you toss a hooded stare toward the front of the lecture hall. 

Immediately, your eyes land on the professor’s and you feel a low shiver shake up your spine. 

He’s watching you. 

The gleam of the overhead projector makes his red eyes flash, and he openly scowls at your gaping expression, his lips curling into a dark sneer.

“Well, thank you for joining us, Miss…?”

He’s waiting for your response and you squeak out your last name, mindlessly rubbing your moistening palms against your thin skirt. 

“Ah, Ms. (L/N). Now that you’ve graced the class with your belated presence, may I continue?”

“Uh,” you gasp out, your mouth dry, tongue sticking to your teeth, “I’m sorry. I got–”

“I didn’t ask for an explanation, or in your case, an excuse. Or are you now attempting to disrupt this class purposefully?”

“Wha– I-I’m–” your words stumble to a halt, voice failing under the intense glare that he’s giving you. “No,” you finish lamely, ducking your head, nails digging into your sweaty palms. 

“Thank you. Do me a favor, stay after class.” His voice is gravel, threatening and low. You don’t like the edge in his tone. It makes your skin prickle and your knees knock. He sounds like the kind of guy that you don’t want to run into in a dark alleyway, or a classroom, for that matter. Even so, it’s not your fault, and despite your feelings of unease, you can’t tamp down your need to protest his unreasonableness. 

“But, professor, I didn’t mean to–”

“If I need to repeat my insistence for silence, I’ll make things easier on both of us and fail you now.”

Stunned and fuming, you bite your tongue and lean back into your chair, crossing your arms and blinking back mounting tears of frustration. Great, just great. It’s the first fucking day of class and it looks like you’re already on his shit list. And for what? For being late on fucking syllabus day! What an ass. 

You look over at him as you defiantly finish setting up your computer, hoping each pull of a zipper or screen reboot will grate under his stuck up skin. He’s not inordinately tall, or old. In fact, he looks like he might only be in early 30s. He has long white hair that’s pulled back into a low ponytail and, from what you can make out in the dim lighting, some kinda skin condition on his forehead. That, or he’s prematurely wrinkled, and let’s be honest, if he’s gone through life with that big of a stick up his ass, he deserves each and every pull on that mottled skin of his. 

You linger in your seat when class is over, lips pulled into a thin line and legs crossed. Finally, when the last student has left the room, professor Shigaraki flips a switch beside his elevated podium, filling the lecture hall with a sharp, fluorescent light. He pauses by his raised computer system and clicks off the overhead projector, blanketing the massive room in an uncomfortable silence. 

“Since you missed the part of class where I go over the syllabus, I’ll give you a brief rundown. Under no circumstances will I tolerate tardiness. If you do it once more I’ll mark you absent and three absences knock you down a full letter grade.”

Glumly, you cross your arms and peer up at him, finally able to get a good look at his face. Your first observation was correct. His skin is sharper around his forehead, but his wavy white hair does a pretty decent job of covering up the imperfections. He has two scars: one nicks across his right eye and the other splits down his rough lips, parting the skin and granting him an even more foreboding appearance than his already gruff demeanor does. He’s dressed in a dark pair of jeans and he’s wearing a low slung v neck shirt. It’s a brilliant red and it brings out that otherworldly glint of his red eyes. Shit, you think bitterly, while he’s not conventionally handsome, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes either. 

You shake your head against these unproductive musings and curtly snap out a clipped, ok.

“What was that?” Shigaraki scoffs, tilting his head at your sullen figure. “Speak up.”

“I said,” you bristle, eyes narrowing and chin lifting, “Okay, I apologize for interrupting your lecture, it won’t happen again. But, in my defense, if I’m allowed to do that in this class, I’ve never been in this building before, and it’s not like–”

“You’re a senior, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Then you’ve had four years to figure out the layout of this university. The excuse of ‘being lost,’ isn’t an option for you. You know the buildings and you’re fully capable of turning up early to sort out the rooms.”

You let out a long sigh and look away, mumbling vague protests. This guy is ridiculous. You’re not a science major and it’s not your job to know the ins and outs of each building. How fucking stupid. Who does he think he–

“Speak up. I won’t ask you again.”

You bite your lip and look back at him but he’s moved in that distracted moment, silently stepping down from his raised platform and is now leaning over the first row of chairs, looming over you. You can’t help your sudden flinch as you sink further into your chair, away from him.

“If you’re gonna complain, Ms. (L/N), I’d much rather hear it. Don’t you think It’s rude for you to mutter under your breath about me? You don’t see me doing that to you.”

“Fine,” you blurt out, turning away from his insistent, and all too close, gaze. “I was saying that I’m not a science major. I get that I’m a senior, but you can’t seriously expect me to know every nook and cranny of this campus.”

“No, but I can ask for you to be a little more thoughtful. I put time and effort into my lessons and I won’t have you undermining them by bouncing in here with those legs and that flouncy little skirt.”

You’re about to counter his little haughty speech on politeness when you finally process that final comment he’d breathed out. Flabbergasted, you raise your head back to his, but he’s already moving away, snatching up his shoulder bag and waving you a curt goodbye as he presses open the squeaky door. “Next class is at 10 am sharp, so be on time Ms. (L/N).”

You’re still slumped in your seat when the door glides shut again, your eyes wide and jaw no doubt comically unhinged. 

Wait. Did…did he really just say that?

Obviously, for the next class, you’re early. You’re so early that you’re the first one in the lecture hall. You select a seat toward the back and fiddle with your computer, checking your messages, adjusting your brightness, replying to old emails, anything to keep your head down and attention occupied. 

The door opens and, despite your best efforts, your head flies up, expectant and tense, ready to meet those red eyes of his head on, to show him you’re here and he better… oh. It’s not him. It’s two chattering freshmen. One of them gives you a quick smile, but they both quickly take their seats, a few rows over, and continue their soft conversation, leaving you to fall back onto your earlier distraction tactics. You twiddle with your phone and shoot off a few texts, change your wallpaper, accidentally close an app you meant to leave open, and then the lecture hall door reopens.

He steps in slowly, completely ignoring you and the other scattered students, opting to sort out a few papers and set up his login on the school computer. The minutes tick by and you can’t seem to jerk your eyes away from him, suddenly fascinated by his languid movements. He looks more relaxed than he did on Monday, looser and fluid, completely in his element. True to his word, at ten am on the dot he begins class. 

Professor Shigaraki has an interesting voice. It’s low, calculated, bordering on a rasp. It’s one of those tones that makes you want to lean forward and listen up, even though he’s only discussing cellular biology. Which isn’t exactly the sexiest topic for that shockingly dulcet timbre of his. 

Wait. Sexy? 

Your pen falters against your notebook, and your eyes drift up to his frame. He’s switched the lights off again and the shine of the overhead projector is the only illumination in the hall. His white hair gleams in the dim lighting and his long hands animatedly illustrate his points, elegant fingers opening and closing, gesticulating about the intricate nature of the human genome. You’re so focused on watching his movements that your elbow partner has to push the slip of paper onto your collapsible desktop. You blink at the sheet, your pen nearly clattering from your hand, and you twist to peer at the unfamiliar student beside you. 

“It’s the attendance sheet and, um, I think you’re the last one,” they whisper, careful to lean away after they finish their explanation, not wanting to draw professor Shigaraki’s ire. You maneuver the paper under your pen and scribble down your name, biting your lip and silently berating yourself for your poor selection in seating. Great, now you’ll have to take the paper down to him after class. What if he talks with you again? Shit. 

At 11:25, class ends. You collect your things and plod down the steps, the attendance sheet clutched between your fingers. He’s just snapping the projector light off when you reach his podium. 

“I, uhh, have the attendance. You want me to just leave it here, or…”

“I’ll take it,” his hand is extended toward you and those red eyes are fixed on you now. It’s not the same disgruntled stare he’d given you on Monday. No, this look is a little more curious. Again, you’re taken aback by your reaction to him. He’s not even saying anything, just patiently waiting for you to deposit the sheet into his open palm, but there’s something about him that’s making your heart race. 

Maybe it’s those eyes of his. 

They are an unusual color and they have a strange intensity to them. Right as they narrow, the vermillion shining under the sharp lights; you press the paper to him and he pulls it from you, studying the names that are listed. 

You want to say something. Maybe toss him a quick, friendly, goodbye. Or apologize for the other day? Ugh. What can you even say? ‘Gosh, so glad I was on time today! All that fascinating information about the genetic code! So glad to be here!’ No, that sounds stupid and a little patronizing. Besides, why do you want to talk with him at all? He’s an ass, remember?

“Did you need something?”

His question snaps you out of your stupor and you numbly shake your head at him, already lowering your gaze, but his exhaled chuckle makes you pause, your fingers curling around your backpack straps.  

“I know I upset you the other day, but I appreciate you taking the effort to correct your mistake.” 

“Oh,” you breathe, your eyes finding their way back to his. “Yeah, well, like you said, I’m a senior. Gotta take responsibility for myself someday.”

“Ah,” he smirks, that long scar on his lip quirking upward. “Seems like you’ve got some determination after all. You might be more interesting than I gave you credit for.”

“God,” you scoff, popping out a hip and crossing your arms at the bemused leer on his face. “Just come right out and say you think I’m a bad student, why don’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” he amends, tucking the attendance sheet into his shoulder bag and snapping the clasps closed. “There’s plenty of time for you to end up right back at square one with me.”

He’s already halfway out the door by the time you right yourself from the shock of his last comment and you follow him, a string of low curses falling from your lips. 

The spring semester always flies by, and before you realize it, a full month has bled away. You’ve kept that same seat in Shigaraki’s class and at the end of each session you head down to his little platform, attendance sheet outstretched. Each day of class has a different ebb and flow. Sometimes he chats with you and it’s gotten easier to talk with him, both of your eyes holding and lingering, lips raised into calculating smiles. Sometimes it almost feels like he’s flirting with you. Other days he only spares you a curt nod, his white hair curtaining his expression from your curious gaze. You’re not bothered by these silences, not when you’ve got your secret weapon. 

The days that you like best, the ones that you plan, sorting through your closet until you’ve found the perfect choice, are the days when you wear one of your skirts. You’d even gone on some skirt shopping sprees as of late. On those days he doesn’t just make some sort of fleeting eye contact with you, no, on those days he stares. 

At first, you’d tested out your theory, staggering your outfits, careful to not screw up your suspicions with a hasty miscalculation, but as they say, the third time’s the charm. How did he expect you not to notice? He never bothers to hide those sharp ogles and recently you’ve made a point of dramatically gathering your things when you wear these cute little ensembles, bopping down the steps so his eyes have to work to follow the line of your hips and the long paths of your bare legs. One rainy afternoon you’d worn over the knee stockings, that came to an abrupt halt over the plush skin of your upper thigh, under your mini skirt and he’d practically leapt over the podium to grab the sheet from you, his eyes hooded and dark, almost wild.

“Test, on Friday,” he warns, eyes finally rising to meet your bemused expression. “Don’t stay out too late tonight.”

“What makes you say that?” you ask, brushing at a rogue fold in your skirt, luring him back to your legs. 

He scoffs at you, that jagged scar arching into a smirk. “Humph. You’re dressed up. Most of the students just wear the sweats, or pjs, and call it a day.” 

“I like to put a little effort in all that I do,” you retort, grinning up at his vermillion stare. 

“Yes, so I’ve noticed. You certainly look the part…and you’re keeping up with the workload of this course.”

“Ahhh,” you crow, clapping your hands excitedly. “Are you saying I might get an ‘A’ in this class? Be the first time someone’s done that in a while, from what I’ve heard around campus.”

Shigaraki sneers and tuts out an inaudible reply, leaning a little closer to you, making you inadvertently fall back a step. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Awe,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m doing ok on all the quizzes and the classwork.”

“So far,” he taunts, his pearlescent hair falling over his broad shoulder.

“Tch. Don’t be like that. I’ve been studying.”

“Sometimes it takes more than that.”

“Oh?” you smile, raising your chin. “What else should I be doing, professor?”

“We’ll know that after Friday, won’t we?”

God. 

You’d felt so confident when you’d turned in your test and that stupid, horrible, sexy little quirk of his lip scar that he sends you, when you’d handed him your papers, carries you on some strange, half aroused cloud all weekend. Maybe, just maybe, this class won’t be so bad after all.

The tests are handed back the following Friday, passed from row to row so everyone can fish out their papers and marked Scantrons. Yours, since you still occupy that final seat on the back row, is the last. Biting back a grin, you flip it over, so ready to see that A, that grade that you worked so fucking hard for, that… wait.

The gross flash of red across the top of your paper leaves you reeling, your breath catching against the back of your throat. It’s not a terrible grade, well, it wouldn’t be, but there are only three tests in this class, so it’s going to plummet you down to a B. One more fuck up will leave you with a C, or worse, an automatic failing grade. 

No. No, no, no, no. 

You can’t afford a bad grade, you honestly can’t even let yourself slip to a B. Your fucking cap and gown have just come in and with them that cord that you can wear around your neck at graduation. The one that marks you as honors cum laude. Fuck. You’re already pulling one B, in one of your other classes, because you’ve been focusing so much time and effort on this one. Another B will strip that cord from you, leaving you barren, with a less than ideal GPA. 

God fucking damn it.

You glare up at Shigaraki, who’s busy taking the rest of the class through a review of genetic mutations, but you can’t hear him anymore, too incensed, too overwhelmed to even care about what he’s saying. The test crumples under your fingertips, the paper shaking in your hands, and you seethe, your teeth biting your lower lip to pieces. 

It’s not fair. You’d paid attention. You’ve taken all the notes. Read all the chapters. Drilled and studied till your eyes had drooped, heavy with exhaustion. You’ve done it all right. Plus, he’d been so fucking flirty, so open with you. You’ve never chatted with a professor this way, never gone out of your way to wear clothes they like, that make them watch you, their eyes hungry pinpricks as you walk to them, mindful of the luscious sway of your hips. 

No. Fuck him. Fuck this class.

Before your elbow classmate can leave, you ask for them to hand in the attendance sheet. You barely hear their response, too busy slamming your laptop into your backpack. As you storm past the podium, you can feel his eyes on you. The distant sensation of his gaze makes your flesh prickle, but you ignore your involuntary reaction and shove your way out the door. 

“(Y/N), you can’t switch classes this late. It’s almost midterms. Besides, I don’t think anything has opened up and if you’re going to drop it, you’ve gotta get the signature of the professor,” your advisor tells you, blinking at your stony expression over his thick glasses. “I don’t get it. Why do you want to drop it? Your grades are alright and it’s just one test. You can always try–”

“Gimme the paperwork.”

Shigaraki’s office is on the top floor of the research building, tucked away down another winding and weaving hallway that once again requires your careful inspection to navigate. When you finally hit the right set of doors, you slowly make your way forward, counting the numbers up as you pass. His door is wide open, a yawning cavern that’s filled with the distant light of a lamp. You brush a hand down your skirt, smoothing away any wrinkles and steadying your nerves. 

You’d tossed on the skirt this morning, before you’d gotten the grade, and you hadn’t thought to go home and change, too consumed by that simmering rage bubbling within you. And now, like this fucking class, this skirt felt like a mistake, something stupid and vapid that you wished you had time to change out of. He’d told you he liked your attire, liked that you put effort into your outfits. At the time, you’d been so thrilled and excited that he’d complimented you, but now you wish you were confronting him in baggy jeans or lazy sweats, anything that would turn that avid gaze of his away from you. 

Lost in thought, you waver beside his open door, nibbling on your lips and tugging at your clothes. It’s now or never. No point in putting it off. What’s the worst that can happen? What can he do now? Or, a darker side of you whispers, what do you want him to do to you? What? That’s a stupid thought, you scold yourself, lifting a hand to the wall and rapping against the beige paint, announcing your presence. 

When the sound fades away, swallowed up by the empty and darkened hallway, you poke your head around the corner, searching for him. His head is tilted quizzically, and he blinks twice when he spots you, that all too familiar smirk lifting his lips. 

“Ah, Ms. (L/N), what can I do for you?”

His voice is softer than usual and your name sounds like honey, his tone resting on the syllables and consonants for a beat, almost as if he’s savoring their lift, their sound. You can’t help but swallow heavily at his appraisal. Suddenly this may be a terrible idea. 

Ugh. Get a grip (Y/N). 

“I-I need you to sign this withdrawal paperwork,” you finally reply, digging in your bag and tugging out the thin leaflet, holding it out to him. He’s silent after your demand, meditatively threading his fingers and peering up at you, his red eyes bright. 

“Step inside and shut the door behind you,” he instructs, his gaze never falling from yours. Despite the simplicity of his request, you can’t help but bristle at his imperious tone. Why does he always have to sound like that? Like he’s seconds away from taking control of the situation, or of you? He’s always one stupid step ahead, and no doubt he’s going to try and talk you down. Or, he’ll sign it and say that he always knew you were a screw up, someone who only did things halfway, who could never match up to his lofty expectations. Humph, the sooner you’re outta here and out of his class, the better. So, you obey, closing the door and petulantly flopping into the unsteady chair that sits in front of his low desk. 

He maintains that uneasy quiet, his red eyes whisking over your disgruntled face, waiting, watching. Unable to take this strange standoff, you push the university paperwork toward him, sliding it as close as you dare to his bent elbows. “I would like to withdraw from your class,” you repeat, lips setting into a thin line. 

“Why?” he asks, cocking his head so his loose white hair falls a little further down his rough brow. 

“Something came up.”

“Hmm, I can try to work with a new schedule, if it’s your job, or home life,” he counters, eyes narrowing as he sharpens his observations of your brittle expression. 

“It’s not that,” you smart, crossing your arms. Great, he’s going to make this difficult. 

“Then I suggest you tell me what’s on your mind,” Shigaraki replies, mirroring your movements and leaning back in his chair. 

“I don’t think this class is working out for me.”

He exhales a soft laugh at your lie, and you watch that tiny mole at the edge of his chin lift in his quiet mirth. “This is a freshman level course and you’re a senior. You’re in my class because it’s likely the last pre-rec that you need to take before you graduate.”

“Um, yeah. But–”

“And now, you’re wanting to drop it because of one poor grade.”

You grind your teeth and fix him with a stark glower. “I–”

“There will be two other tests. If you read your syllabus, you’d know this.”

“I read the syllabus. Your tests are worth a stupid amount of points and it only takes one of them to tank my grade.”

“Frankly, you did better than most of the class. You only need to work on practical application. I said that the written portion would be a major component of the exam. I also provided you with a review and a rubric. So I’m not sure–”

“Your grade drops me to a ‘B’, and that ‘B’ pulls me from the honors list. And… well… I thought that…”

“Oh? What did you think?” he presses, his voice suddenly dropping to that lower octave it had drifted into when he said your last name. 

“I thought I’d get a better grade,” you spit out, turning your head and biting at your lip again. 

“Why?” he counters simply. His obtuseness is making your blood boil.

“What do you mean, why?” It takes all of your will to not slip a ‘jackass’ into that question. 

“It’s not a hard thing to answer. I graded you fairly and according to my rubric. Why exactly do you feel you merit a different grade than the one you earned?”

You fall into a frustrated silence. You can hear your heart pounding against your ribs and you want to scream at him, to leap over his desk and shake him until his teeth fucking rattle. Your shoulders are rising and lowering disjointedly and his vermillion eyes are honed in on your face, shifting over your pinched expression with a distant interest. You can feel tears pricking at your eyes and you hastily rub a fist over them, brushing away any rogue drops of moisture.

“How can you ask me that? You think I didn’t notice you staring at my legs? Or that you always had something to say to me when I was wearing a skirt? What was I supposed to think, huh? I fucking thought shit like that was gonna help, ok? God, I’m so stupid. I can’t… fuck.” 

Shigaraki arches forward when you finish, a deep sigh leaching through his parted lips. His teeth snap together when you look up at him, your eyes gaining back some of that earlier defiance, and he gives you a quick grin, clearly pleased by your shift in attitude and pushes your paper aside, fixing you with a dark look. “Here’s a thought, since you feel you’re so different, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a chance to make up the score.”

“I don’t care about the score anymore. I wanna drop your class,” you snap, but it’s a halfhearted barb. Something has changed in his demeanor. He’s dropped the concerned professor act and is leaning so close you can hear his steady intakes of air. He’s only a few inches away; if you want, you could touch him.

“I doubt you want to attend a class in the summer. Besides, they won’t let you walk if you haven’t finished your freshman level courses. And you can’t tell me you don’t want to graduate, to earn that cord that lets you into the honor cum laude. So stop pouting and hear me out. I think you’ll like what I have in mind.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever like anything about you,” your voice is sharper than you mean it to be, but the challenge makes Shigaraki smile. As it crosses his cracked lips, it pulls that scar up and it makes those eyes of his glow. He looks like the cat that’s got the cream and you’re not sure how to respond, so you cross your legs and wait for him to make the next move. 

“You sure about that? Well, I’ll have to change your tune then, won’t I? But that can wait, lemme tell you what my requirements are. I’ve got a copy of the textbook in here. I’ll have you review some of the major concepts, you’ll read the passages aloud so I’m sure you’re on the right track, you’ll hand the book back to me, and then I’ll verbally quiz you over the material. If you answer them correctly, I’ll bump you to an ‘A’ on your test.”

You have to actively work to keep your mouth closed. “So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And… answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands. 

You bite at your lip again and pass your gaze from his amused expression to the bland cover of the textbook, debating your next move, trying to walk yourself through all the ups and downs. It’s too simple; too easy. It’s not like him. He’s got something else in mind, why else would he fucking look like that? It’s not a bad look. No, it’s a look that makes your stomach flip and head spin. 

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Your eyes boggle and you have to clench your thighs tighter, your stomach churning, you feel light-headed and you can feel your core fluttering with your sudden arousal. “Wh-what did you just say?”

“Stop gaping at me like that, you’ll make me blush. Now come on.”

Your jaw snaps closed and you shake your head, trying to clear your mind from your whirling emotions. He takes this reaction as a surrender and stands, stepping toward a marred table that rests a little ways away from his desk. He licks his thumb pad and flips through a few pages before finally settling on an appealing section. Once he places it on the table, he twists back to you and crooks a finger your way. “Come here,” he orders, his voice deep and languid. Obediently, you rise on unsteady feet, hands tugging at the length of your skirt, careful to keep it pressed down as you walk toward him. 

He makes space for you to stand in front of the book and shifts back, one hand resting on the table, propping him close to your bent figure. You look up at him, but he only nods his head toward the table, a wicked smile curling the corners of his lips. Blink a few times but finally, the words clear and you can see the block of text that’s in front of you. It’s passages on DNA encodes and RNA proteins, hefty stuff, things that you had to make flash cards for. This isn’t going to be easy. If anything, he’s picked some of the harder concepts, the ones that take steady knowledge in the foundations. Flustered, you look back to him, but he’s moved. He’s leaning against the wide window beside the table, a dark mark against the glass.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, a laugh bubbling in his tone.

“There’s no way…” you stammer, shaking your head at him. 

“Want me to throw a curve in?��

“I should ask what kinda curve, but knowing you, it’s likely gonna be something terrible.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he rumbles, stepping away from the window and leaning close to your stiff form. “It just takes an open mind and some enthusiasm on your part.”

“Enthusiasm?” you question, trying your best to withstand his closeness. You can feel the heat radiating off of his broad shoulder and if you tilt a little nearer, you could graze against him, or feel his breath on your skin. 

“You’re right,” he amends, his forearm contacting your side. You startle at the touch, a gasp falling from your lips, but you don’t pull away and you can’t stop staring up at him, your eyes wide. “Obedience is a better word. From here on out, whatever I tell you to do, I expect you to obey it, although it’s not exactly, ah, school approved.”

“You want me to suck you off or something?” you sneer, hoping to stumble him off his guard, even if it’s only for an instant. Too bad he’s always one step ahead. 

“Don’t be vulgar. Think outside of the box, (Y/N). Do you think I’m going to go for something so short sighted when I could have you bending to my will? Obeying every little demand that I make? I’d much rather see if that skin of yours tastes as good as it looks, then simply have you on your knees. No, I want you to fucking scream for me while I stuff you full of my cock. But first, you need to put in some work. You should know that by now.”

Oxygen is suddenly very hard to come by and you can feel your mind hazing over as you stammer up at him, your mind flitting from word to word disjointedly. Shigaraki grants you a wolfish grin, and he dips his lips beside your ear, whispering over those tiny hairs that rest against your tender skin. “I’ll make this part easy. Nod and I’ll give you the first set of instructions.” 

What did he say? Nod? What happens when you nod? Fuck, why are you letting him do this? Is your grade really worth it? Are you that desperate that… that… 

Shigaraki is whispering other promises over you as you war with yourself, speaking his words gently, slowly, his breath hot as it fans over your neck. It’s like you’ve fallen under some kinda spell and before you realize it, your traitorous head is bobbing up and down, letting him know you want him to keep going.

“Perfect,” he sighs, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear, jerking a shiver from you. “Now, lean forward and put your hands against the table.” 

You do as he says, but he’s not satisfied with your positioning, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and yanking you forward, jutting your ass out and pressing your chest down, maneuvering you until your nose is right above the pages of the textbook. “There we go,” he rasps, pulling away so he can admire your splayed form. “Hmm, your legs are too close together. Spread them.” Knees trembling, you obey, gasping when he runs a palm against the curve of your thighs.

“You’ve got such nice legs (Y/N), so let’s put them on display, shall we?” His fingers search against the top of your skirt and they still when he reaches his prize: the zipper. When he pulls it down, you let out a sharp squeak of protestation but he silences you with a swift pinch to your side. 

“Now, now, don’t be like that. You nodded, remember? Besides, you could have left when I told you I’d give you a curve but you couldn’t help yourself could you? You want me to keep going and to do that, I need you to take this skirt off. No, don’t move. I’ll get rid of it for you. Why don’t you focus on the task at hand, hmm? Aren’t you supposed to be reading for me?”

You arch away from his fingers and he chuckles at your impudence, one large hand hooking under your chin and pulling you toward his face. His red eyes blaze as they find yours, the dark pupils threatening to swallow up that deep vermillion. “Let’s start with the second paragraph. If you do well, I might grant you a reprieve.” 

Jerking your face from his grip, you twist back to the text, trying, and failing, to ignore his inquisitive fingers, unable to resist sighing as he works one up your inner thigh. He pauses when no words fall from your lips and you grumble out a few low curses before acquiescing to his silent demand. 

“The flow of genetic information in cells from DNA to mRNA to protein is described by the Central Dogma, which states that genes specify the sequence of mRNAs, which specify the sequence of proteins. The decoding of one molecule… the… the… molecule… by spec-specific…”

He’s slipped your skirt down over the swell of your ass, but he’s taking his time, flexing out the front of the material and dipping his fingers over the bump of your lower stomach, kneading into the delicate flesh that’s stretched out for him. You can’t help the twitch of your spine and you involuntarily wiggle, palms slipping forward, dragging you further along the tabletop. Shigaraki chuckles above you, running his rough lips over the back of your neck.

“You’re so sensitive. I’ve barely touched you.” 

He circles his hands back to your skirt and edges it along, lowering it sharply on one side and then giving the same treatment to the other. You’re doing your best to keep up with your stammering readings, but it’s difficult when he keeps sighing and running his long nails across your newly bared skin. Finally, he works the skirt down and it thumps against your bare ankles; the fabric tickling your skin. 

Meanwhile, his other fingers skitter against the elastic band of your rapidly dampening panties. Once he hooks the lace under his hand, he yanks them along your legs, trailing them sinfully slowly, ensuring that they glide down the billow of your thighs. His teeth nip at your ear when you stumble to a halt in your recitation and your hands tense over the grains of wood beneath them, your nails pinching into your palms. “If you stop, I stop,” he warns, his head bumping against yours, his sharp nose pressing against your pulse.

“You’re not exactly making this easy,” you grumble, doing your best to ignore his renewed pets and strokes. 

“Stop complaining,” he smirks, leaning away from your head to peer at your newly exposed flesh. “You better pay attention to what you’re reading or you’re not going to pass the questions I’ll be asking you.”

“Yeah, yeah, ow!” you squawk, whipping your head around to glare up at him. He fucking pinched you again! This time, he’d slipped his hand between your spread legs and tweaked your inner thigh, painfully. 

“Read,” he repeats, running those guilty fingers upward, lingering beside the heat of your cunt, careful to not get too close. When you start on the next sentence, one of his hands tugs up the fabric of your shirt, snaking upward until he’s thumbing against the wire of your bra. Once again, you falter to a halt and exhale a wavering breath. 

Goddamn it. This review is no review. You’ll be lucky if you can even recall what a cell is if he keeps this up. You hear his ominous intake of air and quickly resume your recitation, mumbling something about RNA and mRNA differences. 

Wait. Didn’t you just…  

“Looks like you’re having trouble listening to me. I told you to read aloud, not to repeat the same passages over and over.”

“Hey, at least I’ll have a firm grasp on those. You should ask me something about that s-section… ah–”

The hand that was resting under the cup of your bra has made its way underneath the lightly padded material, and his thumb and index fingers have trapped your peaked nipple between them. As soon as your snarky comment left your mouth, he’d twisted the bud, squeezing it until it throbbed. 

“Pay attention,” he commands, shoving your bra upward, freeing the globes of your breasts and cupping both of his broad hands under them. Your abused nipple stings and the mixture of sharp pain and jarring arousal goes right through you, stoking that coil that pulsed within your core, and sending a tacky flush of your essence down your spread thighs.

The next few words are a struggle. The text keeps blurring and your breaths are coming in fast and heavy. Shigaraki is still feeling you up, keeping his lips close to your ears, rasping sharp commands to you and dealing out lightning fast rounds of pinches and squeezes each time you falter. 

“I–I can’t… I don’t even know what I’m reading anymore,” you bemoan, your hips pressing against the edge of the table, legs trembling as you attempt to keep them apart. He’s deliberately ignoring your throbbing clit and a desperate edge is creeping into your voice. 

“Are you always this whiny? Fine. I’ll give you a moment to read without any distractions.”

Thank God.

True to his word, he slips away from your back and you’re left shivering against his sudden absence. Despite your quaking, you’re determined to make the most of this chance and you quickly read out the paragraphs that are on the second page. As you ramble down to the last bit of text, you realize you can’t hear him anymore and when you finish the last sentence; you start to really wonder where he’s drifted off to. A tense silence follows your completion of the material and you arch up on the tips of your toes, jutting your ass out and stretching the stiffened muscles of your lower back. 

“Didn’t say you could stop reading, and judging from all of your complaints, I don’t think you got some of those earlier concepts, so I’d suggest doing a quick review,” he taunts, the sudden rasp of his voice startling a low gasp from your lips. 

He’s close; somewhere behind you and to the left from the sound of it. You try to twist around, your chest lifting from the table, and when he notices, his hands return, creating a rough pressure against your neck as he forces your body back down. His weight plasters you to the surface, scraping your partially exposed stomach and tender breasts over the nicked wood. Shigaraki is merciless in his swift correction, his breath puffing out angrily behind you. “Didn’t say you could move, either.”

Stunned, you freeze. Your arms are arched awkwardly, but he keeps his weight against you, flattening your breasts and forcing your back to arch into an awkward bend. Fuck, you think, how are you supposed to stay like this? Your legs are already aching and if he shifts away again, he’s likely going to expect you to maintain this absurd pose.  

“Yes,” he groans, his voice catching against the word, “Good girl. Now, stay just like that.”

Damn it.

“Go on, read the first part again,” he instructs. 

“The entire genetic content of a cell is known as its genome and the study of genomes is gen-genomics. In eukaryotic cells, but… but not in p-prokaryotes, DNA forms a complex with histone proteins… with histone proteins… sub-substance… of…”

His teeth have latched onto your neck, and he’s sucking bruises into your tender skin. He’s still pinning you to the table, but his hands are widening their explorations. He’s started dragging a fingernail across the puffy folds of your cunt, teasing against the dripping and swollen flesh, chuckling when you buck against his hold. 

“You always seem to lose it when you get to cellular modulations.”  

“I–I–It’s not… I can’t help that you keep…” you whimper, your fingers curling under your palms, head shaking back and forth. You can’t think. He’s not being fucking fair, and you can’t even string your goddamn words together. Shit. “Y-you’re not being fair,” you accuse, falling on the only thing that keeps running through your mind, your splayed feet shifting uncomfortably under you.

“Not fair? Not once did I say fairness would come into this arrangement,” he lifts himself off of your back and leans beside you, one arm planted beside your crooked elbow. His fingers trace over the curve of your ass, cupping at the thickest part of you and squeezing. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get a little satisfaction out of this arrangement. I bet you look good when you cum. And you’ve been working so hard to get my attention these last few months. So careful to do what I tell you. Looking at me with those big eyes of yours, all wide eyed every time I catch you looking at me. And don’t even get me started on your lips. You’re lucky I didn’t fucking bend you over after class, especially when you started wearing all of those cute little skirts for me. Ahhh, don’t moan like that, I won’t be able to help myself if you do. Let’s see how you’re doing, shall we?” 

Without warning, he slips his longest digit into your cunt, groaning loudly when he’s sucked into your welcoming heat. Your pussy, hungry for any kind of scrap, ripples around his intrusion, clamping and pulling, desperate for more. 

“Fuck,” he groans, his weight falling against your shoulder. “You’re soaking.” His elegant digit pushes deeper and you roll your hips under him, urging him closer, sighing when he sinks to the last knuckle. As he pulls his finger back, he adds another, swiftly v-ing the two before curving them together as they slip back out, dragging a steady line of pleasure from your quivering cunt. Shigaraki whispers another round of awed praise against your ear, his voice dark and breathless. 

A third digit is added on another trip out, and it creates a ragged sensation within you. It’s close to what you like, but he’s stretching you too far and it’s starting to hurt. He either needs to speed up, or give you a little more pressure. If you can hump your clit against the edge of the table, maybe it’ll give you the friction that you need. When you mindlessly buck your hips, your thighs threatening to lose that spread, he stops, holding his fingers inside you, laughing as you agitatedly try to shift him back into his earlier rhythm.

“So eager. I’d say you’re ready for my questions.”

“W-what?” you gasp, wholly focused on making him restart the push and pull of his fingers inside you. 

“I’ll start you off with something easy. What’s the cell membrane?”

“W-what? The cell… ah–” 

“Answer me. Now,” he grunts, leaning forward, re-steadying you as his fingers pull outward, dragging against your sensitive folds and schlicking through your arousal lewdly, loudly. You moan and your eyes roll back, completely ignoring his demand as you fall into the haze of pleasure that comes after his movements. 

His free hand travels up your neck and he tangles his fingers into the tendrils of your hair, yanking and jerking at the strands, demanding your attention.  

“I said, answer me.”

“Shigaraki–I–fuck. I can’t even… ugh… think right now!”

“Do you want the grade, or not?” he questions, his voice tense. “Answer correctly and I’ll give you what you want.” 

“I–I don’t think I can,” you whine, pressing your hips back as he thrusts his fingers forward again, curving them upward, searching for the spongy pad of nerves that rest against the front of your pelvis. 

“Oh? What happened to wanting that A? What about your graduation? You gonna let me fuck up your entire college career? I can do it, you know. I’ve done it to so many simpering freshmen. I fail kids left and right and you’re no different, (Y/N). 

The university lets me ahh–there it is! God, you’re so fucking wet. 

Where was I? The university can’t say no to me; they let me do what I want. I bring in too much money, too many tempting grants, and that’s all they really care about. So what’s it gonna be? Let me see that you can answer this basic crap and I’ll pass you. Or would you like for me to tie you down and force it outta you another way?”

He’s picked up the pace of his fingers as he rambles over you and a swift press against that newly discovered spot inside you has you falling to pieces in his hands, popping up onto your tiptoes and rutting yourself against the surface of the table. “O-ok, God, ok! Just–fucking repeat the goddamn question,” you pant, head slumping forward, forcing his fingers to tighten against your hair to hold you upright. 

“What is the cell membrane?” 

You wince your eyes closed, trying to rack your brain to focus on something other than the heavy pressure of the three fingers that are teasing their way across your dribbling pussy. He’s moving his presses with a lackadaisical, inconsistent rhythm now and it’s hard to fucking think. You can’t tell if his next thrust will be hard, or soft, or so rough that it’s bordering on that bittersweet line of pain. 

You shake your head, doing your best to ignore the mounting pressure that he’s building inside you and the ache of your neck and legs. Finally, after another sharp tap against that secret bunch of nerves at the front of your cunt, you latch onto a vague remembrance. 

“It… it’s a double layer of–of phospholipids that make a boundary between the cell and t-the surrounding… ugh… it controls the passage of materials.”

“Very good. Elaborate on the cellular wall.”

He’s unrelenting in his domineering treatment, twisting and frigging his fingers each time your breath hitches, and your arousal is leaking down your legs, making your skin stick and pull. It’s too much, you can’t! How can he even ask this? Words are falling from your lips incoherently, and all too soon you’re gasping out his name rather than reciting the answer. 

“Cellular–oh, fuck, Shi–Shigaraki–Please, keep–don’t stop! S-Shigaraki, God that… feels… ah–keep going!”

He ignores your request and pulls his fingers away, robbing you of that sweet pressure that he’s so carefully mounted within you. 

“I’ll count that one as incorrect. Your ‘A’ is swiftly becoming an ‘A’ minus, (Y/N)” he snarls, his teeth gritted, hands falling to the swell of your hips, wet fingers digging into your soft skin. 

“What? No! You didn’t give me enough… e-enough time! How can–can you expect me to answer that qui-quickly!”

“Let’s try another.” 

It hurts. That ache that he’s drawn out of you is starting to sting and throb and he’s being such a dick about it! You twist and grind under him, and he traps your disobedient hips against the rough siding of the table.

“I don’t–” you protest weakly, your legs trembling and chest heaving under his weight.  

“Do you want this? Wouldn’t you like to pass this class? To graduate with honors?” he growls, leaning closer, his hands braced against you, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on the supple crest of your hips. 

“You’re such an ass! Yes! Fuck, please! I–I want it so fucking bad!” you cry out, your voice drifting into a sob as you croak out the last plea.

“Then answer another question. What’s diffusion?”

“D-diffu-diffusion is the process by which molecules move from an a-area of… of… fuck- of high concentration, to low concentration. Shigaraki!”

“I should count that as another miss, but you got the major concept correct.” He removes his fingers from your waist and yanks your ass toward him, keeping your overeager hips away from the fleeting relief of the sturdy table. “Pop your legs together,” he commands, one hand wrapping around your arched throat, squeezing until you obey. His other hand drops to that thatch of curls that rest between your quivering thighs and he gathers up your gossamer strands, rubbing against your clit for one hazy instant, sending a flash of spots across your vision.

“Mmm, now that’s a pretty sight. Good girl, don’t move,” he reminds you and you want to scream at him. Right before you can spit some frustrated vitriol out, he’s releasing your neck, his hands dropping from your skin and letting you fall back to the uneven surface below. Just before your chin contacts the wood, his hand is back in your hair, tugging you upward, holding you a few inches above the table. The sharp pain makes your scalp tingle and you unconsciously rut against the tempting heat that’s now plastered to your ass. He’s hard. You can feel the stiff bulge of his cock straining against the front of his dark jeans, pressing into the cleft of your posterior. 

“T-that’ can’t be comfortable,” you pant, twisting your head so you can look up at him from the curve of your shoulder.

“Oh? You worried about my cock?” he asks, his red eyes flashing down at you challengingly. You don’t bother giving him a verbal response, opting instead to grind your ass up, catching against the jut of his length, earning yourself a low groan. His lips curl when you repeat the motion and you realize you love watching that smug face of his drift into a look of tense pleasure. It makes his scar on his lip flush and those red eyes of his fall to a lazy half mast. He spies your arched brow and pleased grin and pushes himself off of you, leaving you alone and open on the table.   

“Keep pushing your luck. I’m more than happy to drop you back to a B.”

“What?” you scoff, teeth clinking together as you clench your jaw. “I didn’t move!”

“No, but you’re trying to take control of this and we can’t have that can we?” Shigaraki sneers. “Now, how shall I punish you?”

“P-punish me?” you stammer, a chill racing down your spine. 

“Ah, I know. This’ll really piss you off,” he twists from your strained gaze and walks back toward his desk. What? What the fuck does he mean? You can’t see him from this angle, not with the way your legs are stretched and back is lowered, but it doesn’t stop you from trying, your chin lifting upwards as you do your best to keep him in focus. 

Ugh. It’s no use. He’s slipped past your field of vision. 

Hearing is likely your best bet, so you shift your forehead back to the table and listen, straining your ears to pick up any morsel. Something opens and closes and you catch the sound of the wheels of his chair as they shift, squeaking across the floor, and the groaning of the springs when his weight is applied to the cheap leather. 

Okay, so he’s in his chair. Is he just gonna look at you? That’s not… wait… 

There’s a faint clicking sound. 

It’s both familiar and unfamiliar to your ears, but once the teeth slide over the last pull, you realize. It’s a zipper. 

Oh fuck. Is he going to jerk himself off? With a gasp, your head whips back around. He’s still positioned himself away from you, and you can only just make out the sounds that are accompanying the undoubted rise and fall of his fist. All you can see is a tiny sliver of his body, but you catch sight of the coiling muscles on his neck and you notice that his head is dipped forward, pearl white hair settling across the cut of his collarbone. The one red eye that meets yours is blazing and hungry, it makes every hair on the back of your neck stand up.  

God, he’s staring at you, watching you, getting himself off as you’re half naked and bent over a desk in his office, fully subjugating yourself to his whims and fancies for the sake of your grade. 

Damn it, (Y/N). This should not be a fucking turn on. You should be disgusted, but the flush of slick that drips down your thigh says otherwise. 

He lets out a choked moan, picking up the pace of his hand, letting you hear the click and slip of his palm as it strokes up and down his cock. A shiver echoes up your spine and your hips seem to have a mind of their own, grinding your clenched thighs over the dip of the table, easing the clenching pulsations that your cunt is shuddering through you.

“Look at you, so desperate for my touch that you’re humping the fucking table. Such a dirty girl, and so disobedient. You’ve only answered a few of my questions correctly and yet your slutty little mouth and body keep pushing at me. Making me put you in your place. Let me ask you something, why should I go out of my way to fix your grade when you can’t even prove to me you understand the simplest concepts? 

Ah, here’s a thought. What if I told you I’ll wave the other requirements; no more readings, no more quizzes, but I won’t let you cum? What if I just get myself off? You’re putting on a such a good show for me! Why should I bother with seeing that you’re satisfied when that table seems to do the job for you? Sound good? Or would you like for me to come back over there and make you cum?”

“I–I don’t… I don’t want…” You can’t get the words out, your tongue feels leaden between your lips and you can’t think of anything but the steady itch that’s spreading from your clit. 

“Speak up,” Shigaraki demands, slowing his jerking fingers. The chair he’s sitting in groans as he leans forward, and his eyes wide as they take in the delicious sight that’s propped before him. “You don’t want to cum? Is that it? You’d like for me to get myself off and leave you there?”

“No!” you cry out, your fingers digging into the scuffed wood of the table. “I-I want you to make me cum.”

There’s a sharp clatter and you jump at the abrupt noise. It must be the chair you think, your heart pounding against your chest, waiting for Shigaraki’s next move. He only lets a few seconds drift by before he presses himself back to you. He leans his broad chest over your back, the front of his legs pushing against the back of yours. His exposed length is wedged firmly against the cleft of your ass and its tempting hardness makes you squirm under him, but he’s propelling you forward, pinning you against the rough wood, and you can only flail uselessly under his control. His lips skim over your neck and he bites into your skin, sucking and licking bruises as he inches closer to your pulse.  

You say his name pitifully, wantonly, and he lets out a shaky gasp. Something about your tone has shifted something within him and you can feel his cock swelling, dripping a rope of wet pre-cum down your shaking leg. 

He leans away, removing his sticky hardness from your ass. “Seems your priorities have shifted. You’re a little preoccupied right now, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice gravel scraping against your overwhelmed senses. You let out a weak moan and he snaps into action, his fingers pushing under your flattened stomach and tugging against the fabric that he finds. He yanks you upward, pulling your shirt up as he goes. His palms dip under your half lifted bra, and he cups at your breasts, massaging the rounded bulbs and plucking at your peaked nipples. Your head lolls back, and he sucks at your earlobe again, his breath warm and rasping as it passes by. 

“Hold still,” he commands. 

It’s not an easy position, this stretched upward arch that he’s forced you into, but it’s worth it when you feel his cock pushing between your tensed legs. He doesn’t thrust into you, opting to run his weeping tip against your slippery folds, pressing until his bulbous head is twitching against your pulsing clit. 

Goddamn it, you think as he stills, his lips smacking open-mouthed kisses over your shoulder, it’s not enough. You wiggle your hips back and forth and he abruptly exerts a firm pressure against your windpipe, leaving you sputtering and gasping. “What’s wrong? Not happy with this? Do you think you deserve something more? Do you think you’ve earned that?” He shoves you back against the surface of the table, his broad chest following the plane of your back, trapping you under his heavy form. 

You’d replied, you know you must have, but you can’t hear yourself anymore, your attention attuned to the warm length that’s pressed against your shuddering folds. You’d likely thrown in a please for good measure because Shigaraki rewards you with a quick peck to your shivering neck and his thumb, swirling it around your clit, creating a cresting ache that leaves you mumbling incoherently, a thin line of drool slipping from your parted lips. As he keeps that faint osculation up, your fingernails scrape over the wood of the table, your feet lifting you onto your toes, curving your back, and shoving your leaking pussy into his open palm. 

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Shigaraki says, a breathy desperation lingering around the edges of his rasping voice. “But it’s just not enough, right?” 

You nod, licking up some of the excess saliva that’s built under your heavy tongue and crane your head back at him. His eyes are the first thing you see. They’re wild, ravenous and glinting with a roughness that makes you whisper out a soft whine. Fuck. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re not supposed to want him this badly. Goddamn it. Now that he’s caught your gaze, he won’t let you look away, and he presses himself closer, his cock twitching and warm, the tip rubbing back and forth, keeping time with his circling thumb.

“You gonna fuck me, or not?” you finally ask, unsticking your lips and smirking up at his hardened face. 

“Tch. Don’t rush me,” he grumbles, removing his hand and teasing cock from your cunt, watching as your body convulses under him, your pussy quivering against the excess stimulation that he’s wrought over you. Your thighs burn, aching to break free from his control, to rub against that throb, that tingling that keeps shuddering outward.

“One more question,” he tells you, lifting his dripping thumb to his lips and sucking off the traces of your arousal. The sight of him licking his pink tongue over his gleaming knuckles almost makes you lose your balance, your arms shaking precariously under you. 

“A-another? Come on,” you pout, your eyes following the curve of his wicked lips, watching as his scar quirks upward, amused by your useless defiance. 

“Make you a deal, answer it correctly and I’ll give you my cock. Sound fair?”

“Ugh, whatever, just hurry up,” you snap, so impatient and turned on that you can hardly think. 

The tip of his cock presses against your sopping entrance, pushing forward just enough to part your dripping folds but stopping before he clears that first, tight ring of flesh. The promise of his dribbling tip makes you lose any semblance of self-control. You thrash under him, but he traps your disobedient hips against the rough siding of the table.

“No! Don’t stop! Come on Sh-Shigaraki–Don’t be such a fucking–ah–” 

“Do you want this? Do you want my cock?” he growls, leaning over you, his fingers squeezing down, no doubt leaving bruises in the supple crest of your hips. 

“Yes! Fuck, please! I–I want it so fucking bad!” you cry out, your voice drifting into a sob as you croak out the last plea.

“Then you better answer. What are cytosines?”

“They… they’re n-nitrogenous base… fuck… base that pair… that pair with guanine during D-DNA replication… I–please, please, Shigaraki! Fuck me! I want your cock! Fuck me, fuck me!”

Thankfully, he either takes pity on you, or can’t control himself anymore, his hips surging forward, gliding his thick length into your cunt and snarling at the mind numbing heat that waits for him. He keeps driving upward until he bottoms out, sharp hipbones grinding against the plushness of your ass. 

He’s not gentle with you, no he’s animalistic and raw, his thrusts papping into you with a terrifying strength. You would have liked something slower, something that lets you enjoy each imperfection and dip that raced along his cock, but this, oh, this is an exception because this is perfect. It’s not what you want, but it is what you need. 

The heavy fullness that he’s stuffing you with leaves you breathless, but you somehow manage to gasp out a string of nonsensical praises each time he drives back into you, overwrought by his roughness. 

This coupling isn’t kind, isn’t right, and is not healthy, for either of you. No, not with the way he’s using your shivering body, distracted with slacking that euphoric thrum that’s making his cock pulse and swell inside you.

But fuck it feels good and you can’t help but tremble with delight. These intoxicating thrusts of his ram him up against something that’s buried deep inside you, and each time he hits it another star of bright pleasure races through you. The familiar coiling of release is steadily mounting with each rapid fire rut he gives you and if he could just, ah, there’s something that’s… no, fuck, it’s, it’s not going to work. It feels good, but it’s missing one vital ingredient, one thing that he’s neglected to pay attention to, to notice. 

Your clit needs to be tweaked and rolled, and right now it’s pulsing away against the table, beating a sad tattoo into the grainy wood. Oh well, you think, head fuzzy, lost in the euphoria of his powerful cants, grinding your ass into his hips as he digs into another teeth chattering thrust. He’ll likely finish soon, and you’ll probably need to get yourself off later. It’s not something new, and it’s not like he’s going to care enough to focus on that, on you. This whole thing has been about control, so there’s likely no room for your own pleasure.

“What’s wrong,” he gasps out, his fingers lifting from your hips to curl beside your turned head. 

“What? N-nothing–I–” you pant, eyes rolling back as he hits that spongy patch of nerves again. 

“Tch. Hold on,” he interrupts, his voice rasping and breathy. He pulls himself out of you with a grunt and yanks you upward, hauling you onto the tabletop and flipping you on your back, bending your stiffened legs and bracing your knees against his lean forearms. 

He holds you apart, spreading you open with his powerful hands. You can see him properly now, and the sight makes your breath catch against the back of your throat. Fuck, he looks good. 

His long white hair is draped across his bare shoulders and his eyes are blazing pits of hunger, devouring the sight of you with those red irises. His jaw is clenched, and he glares down at you from his imperious height, his nostrils flaring as he drags in a quick intake of air. To your shock, he gives you a little time to acclimate to this new position, opting to languidly step forward, letting his slippery cock head press and tease at the dip of your opening. But right when you think he’ll move again, he stops, his eyes roving over the lines of your face. 

His sudden stillness makes you peer quizzically up at him and you scoot closer, your feet lifting from the table. The movement snaps him out of his stupor and he grabs your ankles, roughly pinning you back down.

“Keep still,” he snarls through clenched teeth, that scar of his lifting. 

You nod mutely and he rewards your unquestioning obedience with another powerful thrust, sinking his swollen cock back into your waiting cunt. He lets out a sharp groan and grabs at your hips, jerking you forward, already drifting back into that all-consuming rhythm he’d started earlier. His ruts are a little slower from this angle but, in no time at all, that familiar ache pools in your core, stoking and building at an alarming rate. The driving force of his hips soon has you blinking back spots and distant stars, and this time he adds the all important pressure of his thumb, circling the finger pad over your clit and dragging a broken moan from your quivering lips. 

“So that’s what you needed. You close?” he grits out, his lips set in a curled scowl. He’s lost some of that early control, his hips stuttering as they connect with yours, his power lessening, cooling, as he looks for your release. 

“I–I think–oh fuck, do that again. Yes! Just–ah!”

He angles your hips upward and gives your clit another quick oscillation, pressing down until you’re gasping. “There you go. That felt good. You’re getting tighter,” he laughs, looming over you, shoving your heaving chest downward as he jerks your hips into him, forcing your body to do most of the motion, making your shoulder blades scrape across the uneven wood. “Cum for me. Fucking cum on my cock, (Y/N). Cum and I’ll give you your A, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”

Your spine arches as you break around him, your cunt greedily pulling him deeper, slipping him past the barrier of your tender cervix and earning you a weak shout of praise from Shigaraki. Seconds later, he’s pulsing and twitching against your walls, the warm pooling of his cum filling you up and spilling down your spread thighs. 

His head drops to your shoulder and the rough skin of his forehead sticks to your sweat dampened flesh. For a long moment you’re both still, each of you struggling to catch your breath, luxuriating in the tingling sensation of release. 

“I fucking hate you, you know,” you gasp out, your arms circling his back, fingertips etching vague patterns over his neck and shoulders. 

“Ha,” he snorts, “I’ll have to remember that. Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll pay you back for that little remark next time.”

“Oh? Next time?” you chuckle, moaning as he twists out of your hold and pulls his softening length out of you. 

“I’ll fail you on every assignment if you try to keep away,” he threatens, his eyes falling to the gaping mess that he’s left behind. You cross your legs, denying him the satisfaction of leering at your dripping pussy. 

“Fine. But next time, fuck me on something softer than a damn table.”

tags: @spicy-skull​, @xwildskullx​, @yixxes​, @ghstmthr​, @rekoii​, @diaouranask​, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love​, @libiraki​ <--- i’m coming for you. you’re gonna have to read for this, lady. so, uh, i’m officially noneconing you here. 

notes: you made it! this thing is a monster & i’m so sorry i can never stfu

[cursedsunoo]

im so sorry i got so confused the FLUFF alphabet for taehyun

♡ KANG TAEHYUN FLUFF ALPHABET ♡

A = admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

♡ he adores your smile — watching you turn your head to look at him while you beam at him, or when you offer small smiles when he compliments you, he lives for those moments and the sights that come with them

B = body (what is their favourite part of your body?)

♡ taehyun's favourite part of your body has to be your nose — he just thinks it's adorable when you scrunch it up, and he can't stop himself from tapping it whenever he has the chance to

C = cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

♡ he loves when you lay your head on his chest or the other way around — he just likes to be physically close to you

D = dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

♡ lazy dates with you are his favourite — at-home movie nights, just hours spent in bed talking to each other — not to say that he doesn't like public dates though (if publics dates, then more often than not you'll find yourself at a table in a small cafe)

E = emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

♡ he kinda bottles up his emotions unless you go out of your way to ask him about them — he doesn't want to dump his emotions onto you, but if you offer your help or tell him it's okay to be emotional around you, then he'll do so

F = family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

♡ yes and no — he's really on the fence about children, but he's down for a shared pet whenever. if i were to say when or if he'd settle down with a child, i'd have to say his late twenties or very early thirties

G = gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

♡ he's not the best gift-giver in general, but when it comes time to birthdays or christmas (if you celebrate it) taehyun knows exactly what you want — he's a very good listener

H = holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

♡ he's down to hold hands whenever — taehyun regularly brings his hands to yours during dinners out or if the two of you are laying down (he finds ways to hold your hands in the quietest and most calm situations

I = injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

♡ he's actually pretty calm when you get hurt — he puts on a brave face for you since he doesn't want to stress you out more then you already are (he also always has some form of bandages or ointment on him in case anyone he cares about gets hurt)

J = jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

♡ he has his smartass moments with you, but taehyun isn't a big jokester by himself — if he's with one of the guys (cough cough bemogyu or hueningkai) then you can expect him to become creative

K = kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

♡ he's really into short and sweet kisses in general — he likes to be able to simply lean in and peck your lips quickly without there being too much thought or passion behind it (he's also a little shy about any other types of kisses)

L = love (how do they show you they love you?)

♡ taehyun does this thing that whenever you're not looking at him or simply if you're talking to someone else, he'll stare at you with these literal heart eyes for everyone to see — while he's not the most vocal about his love, it's obvious to everyone around him that he's head over heals for you

M = memory (favourite memory together?)

♡ there was a day that taehyun had taken away from his schedule and planned a day entirely for the two of you — i'm talking the two of you going to a bunch of shops, dining in a nice restaurant, and walking around at night (there was this one band playing on the street and taehyun had pulled you to dance with him)

N = nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

♡ hurting you in anyway — even if it's accidentally when the two of you are goofing around, taehyun doesn't want to hurt you in anyway (he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did)

O = oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

♡ when he laughs, he looks to you usually to see if you're laughing as well — taehyun wants you to be able to laugh and have fun at the same time he is (he bases his emotions around your own quite a bit)

P = pet names (what do they like to call you?)

♡ taehyun isn't the most involved with pet names, so he doesn't have many things that he calls you — if you have a longer name, he just shortens it, but if you have a shorter name, he may find a way to make it longer/into a nickname

Q = quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

♡ spending time with taehyun is either action packed or the most action packed thing ever, it really depends on his mood for the day, as well as how you're feeling — taehyun likes being out and about for most dates, say at a diner, an amusement park, or simply the movies

R = rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

♡ old school — urban cone (it's such a good song, listen to it)

S = secrets (how open are they with you?)

♡ he could be a lot more open but he's not hiding anything that could harm your relationship — taehyun loves his privacy so it's not really a wonder as to why he doesn't tell you absolutely everything

T = time (how long did it take you to get together?)

♡ getting together with taehyun would take a hella long time — taehyun would dance around his feelings and or feel as if you weren't into him (even if it was blatantly obvious that you were into him) — he gets overwhelmed by his emotions easily so he tries to back out of things (including confessing to you)

U = upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

♡ taehyun isn't the best at comforting you, but he tries his best — his words may be fumbles, and his movements may be hesitant, but he offers an unjudging ear and a shoulder you can lean on without care

V = vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

♡ like i had said before, taehyun values his privacy, both his own personal privacy, and his relationship privacy — he doesn't show you off to random people, but the boys could write an entire essay on how whipped taehyun is for you within minutes with how much info they have

W = warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

♡ he doesn't condone fighting so he would pull you away from a fight if something ever broke out, but if someone were to lay their hands on you, he wouldn't hesitate to step in to stop it

X = x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

♡ normally, taehyun is really good at reading you, but if you're in a sad or even angry mood, taehyun finds it extremely difficult to tell where you are on the scale and what exactly could be causing you grief

Y = yes (how would they propose to you?)

♡ it's a very chill proposal — i'm imagining the two of you are out and about and you sit down on a bench for a short break, one minute he's sitting normally and the next he's holding out a box for you to open. only when you open that box and gasp is when he'll drop down to a knee

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

♡ laying in the dark with you — with no noisy group members around, no obnoxious blue lights, and close to zero sounds in the room, taehyun finds peace with his head tucked into the top of your own

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[fredshufflepuff]

hello, could i request a draco fic where the fem reader loses a special ring draco has given them and is scared of telling him and what could happen? the story can go however you'd like. thank you ♡

his ring || d.m ✧˖*°࿐

summary: you lose a ring draco gave you and don’t know how to tell him.

warnings: fem!reader, implied sex but no actual sex!, fluff

word count: 1,197

it was your birthday when draco gave you the ring, completely shocking you since draco let no one touch his rings.

and when you mean no one, you mean no one.

even vincent crabbe, draco’s close friend he’s known since first year wasn’t allowed to touch them. but that could just be because the boy eats 24/7 and always has some condiment on his fingers.

“draco, i can’t take this-” you tried saying but were cut off by the boy slipping the ring onto your finger.

“look it fits perfectly” he smiled, a blush taking over your face as you nodded in agreement.

it did fit perfectly.

but it wasn’t just some random ring he had bought, it was his ring. a ring he was gifted during his fifth year, but of course enchanted with magic so it grew to accommodate his fingers size.

he didn’t want some random store bought ring for you, he wanted something special. a ring that would remind you of him every time you looked at it.

not to mention he also enchanted the ring to cool you down whenever you were stressed, knowing every time you got worked up your body would heat up.

it was the little things draco remembered about you.

so when you woke up one day with the ring gone, you freaked.

you didn’t know how it disappeared, you went to bed every night with it on and every morning you woke up with it still there. so why did it suddenly decide to fall off your finger while you slept?

but the worst part was that you couldn’t find it anywhere. you practically flipped your bed upside down looking for it, but it was useless.

it was gone.

“i don’t understand why snape would assign that” pansy parkinson and daphne greengrass had just gotten back from breakfast to see your side of the room totally trashed.

“i mean he always- merlin’s beard, y/n! what happened?!”

your head snapped up from where you were looking to stare blankly at the girls, tears threatening to spill as you shook your head.

“i-i lost draco’s ring.”

daphne’s face feel as pansy’s mouth opened to an ‘o,’ the two girls knowing how much that ring meant to you, not to mention how you practically guarded it with your life.

“it has to be in here somewhere- you went to sleep with it, right?” pansy asked, daphne and her starting to pick up your clothes that were thrown everywhere.

“i...i think” you mumbled, your brain fuzzy as you started to second guess yourself.

maybe you didn’t go to sleep with it. maybe you lost it sometime yesterday during classes or lunch.

“you think?”

“i don’t know!” you exclaimed, explaining to the girls that you don’t remember when you lost it.

“okay well...” pansy thought for a second before suggesting, “you go retrace your steps and we’ll look around your bed.”

your eyes widened as you sputtered out a, “really?”

“of course” daphne smiled, getting caught off guard as you suddenly brought them into a tight hug.

“love you guys! thank you! i’ll be back!” you said, giving them a smile before grabbing your shoes and running out of the room.

you mentally started to go through everything you did yesterday, trying to figure out when you could’ve lost the ring- was it during breakfast? no you still had it then.

maybe during snape’s class? you had potions and worked a lot with your hands. but you remember neville complimenting your ring after that...so you couldn’t have lost it then.

you were walking down the empty corridor when you suddenly froze in your place, a lightbulb going off in your head as you finally realized where you had left it.

after draco’s quidditch game yesterday you went back with him to his dorm.

he had taken a shower and you, well...joined him, and had taken your ring off then.

you made your way back to the slytherin common room with shaky hands, hoping to merlin draco was at quidditch practice so you would be able to get in and out without him knowing.

you opened draco’s prefect door slowly before slipping yourself in, shutting it behind you as you then ran for the bathroom.

you could’ve sworn you left it on the counter, but when you looked- you didn’t see it there. a frown took over your face as you thought to yourself.

maybe it fell in the shower?

you looked on the shower ledge before stepping in, eyeing the shampoo and conditioner bottles before checking the area around it.

it wasn’t there.

“damnit” you mumbled to yourself, running your hands over your face as you groaned loudly.

“back for round two?” a voice suddenly spoke, your body jumping as you quickly spun around.

draco stood in the bathroom doorway with his broom in one hand and the other on his hip, his hair messy with sweat as he stared at you with a smirk.

“i thought you wouldn’t be back for another hour.”

“flint let us go early since we won yesterday’s game” he shrugged, placing his broom against the wall before approaching your small figure.

“what’s with the frown?” he asked, his rough hands grabbing your face softly and pecking your lips.

“i...” you trailed off, trying to look behind him to see if you could spot the ring anywhere, “i-i..”

“you what, love?”

you lowered your head as draco’s hands dropped from your face, the boy frowning as you mumbled out a quiet, “i lost the ring you gave me.”

the air was still for a couple seconds, your heart thumping rapidly against your chest as tears clouded your vision.

draco was sure to break up with you now. i mean, you lost the one thing that meant everything to him.

you losing it lost his trust.

“darling” he laughed, cupping your chin and lifting it up, “why’re you crying?”

you hadn’t even noticed you were crying.

“b-because i lost the r-ring you gave me” you sputtered out, voice cracking as draco wiped under your eyes with the pad of his thumb.

“you didn’t lose it, darling.”

your eyebrows furrowed together as he reached into his pocket, bringing out the ring you had been looking for all morning.

“o-oh my god- you had it?!” you gasped, a weight that seemed to sit on your shoulders finally lifting.

“you left it on the bathroom counter last night, i was going to give it to you today” he explained, extending your finger out and sliding it back on.

“there was no need to get so worried.”

“but i thought i lost it” you frowned, not knowing why draco was acting so calm. this ring meant so much to him, why wasn’t he more concerned?

“its just a ring” he chuckled, your frown deepening at his words.

draco noticed and quickly assured you, telling you that’s not what he meant.

“i meant, it’s just a ring. if you lose it, you lose it.”

“but you love this ring. i wouldn’t want to lose something you love” you mumbled, draco giving you a soft smile as he ran his thumb over your knuckles, the other still cupping your face.

“well then good thing i didn’t lose you.”

🏷 @dracomalfoys-wh0re @fjorelaant @eunoniaa @xlauren-malfoyx @90smalfoy @astoria-malfcy @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins @ang9lic @malfoysbiitch @Harrypotter_Whore @aetheralist @miraclesoflove

[blu-joons]

When You Receive Your First Ever Bouquet Of Flowers From Them ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

“You remembered,” you smiled, opening up your front door to see Mark stood in front of you with plenty of gift bags in his hands, ready to celebrate your birthday with you.

“Take these,” Mark spoke, passing the bouquet of roses that he had bought to you, “I don’t want to drop such delicate things.”

You instantly smelt them, allowing your smile to grow. “You didn’t have to buy so much for me Mark, especially roses, they’re so expensive.”

“But you’re worth it,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he walked into your home, “and I remembered what you said a couple of weeks ago about not being brought flowers before.”

Your cheeks tinted red as you closed the door behind him, “I didn’t realise that you were actually listening when I said that to you, it was pretty embarrassing.”

“At least now you can say that you have received a flower bouquet.”

“I can, and such beautiful ones too,” you complimented again.

Mark smiled in relief as you followed behind him into the living room, “you just wait and see what else I’ve bought you.”

“You’ve already done more than enough; this is a special birthday.”

Jay B:

“What have you done?” You questioned as soon as you spotted Jaebum walking through the house with a bouquet of flowers, passing them across to you with a wide smile.

“Can’t I just buy you flowers? Why do you think I’ve done something,” he laughed, taking a step back to admire your smile.

You brought the bouquet under your nose, closing your eyes at the beautiful scent. “Sorry, no one’s bought me flowers before, I assumed the worst.”

“Surely someone must have bought you flowers before,” Jaebum challenged, but your head shook back at him. “Is this some sort of joke, how can no one have bought you flowers before?”

Your shoulders shrugged, taking the flowers into the kitchen to sort them out, “it’s just one of those things, the same way that I’ve never been bought a candle too.”

“But flowers are special, they’re a big deal, especially to women too.”

“I kind of gave up hope of receiving a bouquet,” you confessed.

A frown found its way onto Jaebum’s face as he wrapped his arms around you, “I’ll make up for the time you missed.”

“One bouquet is plenty, you don’t have to do anymore Jae.”

Jackson:

“Did someone bring you flowers at work again?” You asked Jackson, following behind him into the dining room where a large bouquet of flower sat as the centrepiece to the table.

“No,” Jackson smiled, glancing across at you, “those were actually bought by me, for you, I wondered when you’d find them.”

You took a step closer to the bouquet, looking across all the different flowers, “you bought these for me? When did you even find the time to get them?”

“I’ve got my ways,” he sniggered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “and I overheard you saying to your mum the other day how you always dreamt of receiving flowers from someone.”

Your eyes turned back to look at Jackson behind you, “I knew you were listening in on that conversation, you had such a sketchy look on your face.”

“I had to do something, I wanted to give you what you wanted.”

“You’ve already given me so much,” you pointed out to him.

His head nodded proudly, “and I will continue to give you plenty and show you just how much I love you Y/N.”

“You’re adorable Jackson, thank you, these are stunning.”

Jinyoung:

“Who are those for?” You chuckled, watching on from the sofa as Jinyoung walked into your apartment, stunned when he stretched his hand out with a bouquet in them.

“These are for you, obviously,” he laughed, handing the flowers over to you, “I saw them at a stall on the way home and I couldn’t not.”

You brought the hands underneath your nose, embracing the scent of them. “These are beautiful, thank you so much for these Jinyoung.”

“My pleasure,” he grinned, walking across the sofa so that he could press a kiss to your cheek, “I’ve never brought you flowers before, and I thought it was about time for me to do so.”

Your head shook back at him as his arm moved around your waist. “To be honest, no guy has ever bought me flowers before, so you’ve not missed out on anything.”

“How? Surely you must be messing around me with right now.”

“I’m afraid not, I’ve just never got that far,” you smiled.

Jinyoung’s lips pressed to the side of your head, “I’m going to buy you plenty of flower bouquets to make up for that too.”

“You don’t need to; this is already more than enough for me.”

Youngjae:

“Isn’t it your mum’s birthday next week? These will die by then,” you told Youngjae as he arrived home from the shop having been shopping for his mother’s present.

“The flowers? Oh, those aren’t for my mum,” Youngjae called out as he unpacked his bag, “they’re actually for you.”

Your eyes raised questionably as he walked back into the room, “you bought these for me? Youngjae, no one has ever done that for me before.”

“I know,” he mused, walking across to wrap his arm around your waist, “which is why I thought I’d buy them and make sure I got in first before anyone else spoilt you rotten with flowers.”

Your head shook in disbelief as you settled against his chest, “you’re adorable, have I told you that recently? I love how thoughtful you are Youngjae.”

“I love spoiling you, and I love being your first for things too.”

“First to buy me flowers, you’ve nailed it,” you smiled.

His smile grew too as his eyes met yours, “by the way, everything is sorted for my mum’s birthday too if you wondered.”

“I was just about to ask, once I’d finished admiring those first.”

BamBam:

“What’s all this in aide of?” You asked BamBam, surprised when you walked into the kitchen to see a huge bouquet of flowers placed in the middle of your dining table, filling the room.

“It’s not every day that you get a promotion,” BamBam mused, coming up behind you, placing his arms securely around your waist.

You turned back to face him with a wide smile, “you bought these for me? Bam, they’re beautiful, I should get a promotion more often now.”

“And if you do, I’ll keep buying you flowers,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss against your cheek, “I wasn’t sure exactly what ones you’d like, so I just thought I’d ask the florist for a mix.”

You glanced back to admire the flowers once again, “for a first ever bunch, they’re beautiful, I could not have dreamt of anything more from you, honestly.”

“Sorry, what? Your first bouquet of flowers, is that what you said?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “I’ve never been bought flowers before.”

His eyes widened in complete surprise, “I can’t believe no other guy has bought you flowers before, are they mad?”

“I’m just glad you were the first, because these are perfect.”

Yugyeom:

“I said that I’d organise date night,” you grinned as Yugyeom walked into the kitchen, presenting a bouquet of flowers to you, kneeling down with a wide smile on his face.

“You have organised date night, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t bring round a token of appreciation too,” he replied as you took the bouquet.

You placed them on the counter, beginning to look through your cupboards. “I’ve never had flowers before; I might not have a vase.”

“You’ve never had flowers?” Yugyeom repeated in disbelief, staring across at you, “but you’re beautiful, surely at least one person must have brought you flowers at some point.”

Your head shook back at him as you noticed a small vase on the top shelf, “you’re my first proper relationship, it shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise.”

“Well, I’m honoured to have brought you your first bouquet.”

“Can you do me one more favour?” You asked him sweetly.

He followed your gaze to the vase at the front of the shelf, “don’t worry, I’m sure that I can extend myself that far.”

“You’re the best, for the vase and for the flowers too.”

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Masterlist

[un-birthday]

Fluff Alphabet: Asmo

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He adores everything about you! This is Asmo that we are talking about. He loves you and everything about you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Like I said before, he loves everything about you. He can make a whole list on why he loves you

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Spooning. Probably because he gets to be close with you. It doesn’t matter if he is the big or little spoon, he just wants to be close to you. He also probably likes to lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Shopping, spa days, going to fashion shows. He loves these types of things but sometimes he likes to stay at home and cuddle while watching a movie, it all depends on his mood.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Physical touch and expression with words. He compliments you and hugs you any chance he gets. He is very open with you too.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I don’t really see him having kids anytime soon. He loves kids to an extent. He will probably want to get married but that’s also in the distant future

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He absolutely loves the gifts you give him. It depends on what it is but he will find a way to wear, use, or put it up somewhere. He keeps all of the gifts that you give him.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He didn’t really like holding hands at first due to the fact that your or his hands can get sweaty over time but after a couple of times, he always wants to hold your hand.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If someone (another demon) hurt you then he will ask you what happened and who did it while attending to your injuries. He will get payback after but your his first priority. If your clumsy then he will laugh and help you up.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He makes dirty jokes from time to time. He also loves to prank you or prank with you. That also depends on his mood.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Anywhere and everywhere. Cheek, neck, eyelids, lips, all of the above.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation. He takes any opportunity he has to show you how much he loves you.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

He can’t really pick but if he had to chose then it would when he realized he loves you. How he loves your laugh, smile, talk, etc.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His nightmare is that you see him for his sin only. That you don’t love him and your using him for sex. He gets so scared and hopes that you don’t see him for his sin.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

His quirk probably has something to do with matching. He would complain if your not matching him in some way, shape, or form.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

For Him: Azzy or Handsome For MC: Darling, Dear, or Beautiful

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes to spend his time with you in any way. It could be shopping, spa days, cuddling, or even just talk to you.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=spKRdILp-sE&feature=share

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He tells you everything. He doesn’t believe in secrets.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

After he realized that he loved you. He of course took a few days before he asked you out.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He will try and find out what made you upset while cheering you up. He wants you to smile, frowning will give you wrinkles.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He shows you off all the time. Most of his DevilGram is you and him now.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He doesn’t like when you get into serious fights but if it’s a small fight, he will cheer you on.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He can read you like an open book but if your really good when hiding your emotions then it will be a little harder for him but in the end, he can read you, really well

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He will be romantic about it but private. He wants everything to be perfect with no interruptions.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

When you play with his hair or fingers. It just soothes him and he can sit with you for hours. Actually, your whole presence calms him