#and right now anon i wanna give you a massive hug

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Hey :) i was the anon who asked if you're taking requests. This is a bit specific, so if you don't feel like writing this, that's totally fine. It's fun ghoul (in case you write for him, otherwise frank) x fem!reader (if that's okay). Reader has a few bigger scars on her face (from fighting some dracs or just general assholes) and is feeling pretty insecure about it. One day some people are making fun of her for it and her friend and crush Fun/Frank overhears and gets angry for her sake. She later asks him why he defended her so much, and he confesses he likes her?

You can probably guess who i am now, but I'll stay on anon anyway 😅 as I said, if you don't feel comfortable writing this, i totally get it. But I thought asking isn't hurting anyone.

Have a great week!

The World is Ugly (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: Frank's best friend has had some pretty rough shit thrown at her by the universe recently, so he's delighted to see her out and about again. But when something happens that infuriates him completely, he's left with no choice but to reveal a secret he's been keeping for years...

Word count: 3689

Warnings: discussion of traumatic injury and facial scarring, people being assholes and making asshole-y comments

(y/n) pronouns: she/her 

AN: I really, really hope that I did this justice for you, sweet anon. While I don't have facial scars, I understand very well what it's like to have something about your body change very suddenly, and the struggle to adapt to that. I understand the pain, and the distress, and the wishes for things to go back to normal. But I promise you, you are still the person you were before. You are loved, and you are wonderful, and you are important.

Things do get better. It can take time, and it's very rarely a smooth process, but better is possible.

I believe in you <3

The mirrors in her apartment were still covered. 

With some of them, it was easy to invent an excuse. Oh, the one propped up against the wall with a button up thrown over the top half? Yeah, that’s just some laundry that I haven’t found the time to put away, and at least when it’s there I can’t trip over it. The little mirror on the desk covered by a tote bag? Well, it kept reflecting the sun in my eyes while I was working so it was just easier to do that. But others, it was harder to explain away. The bathroom mirror, certainly, was a tricky one to come up with something logical for. 

Realistically, everyone that visited knew exactly why they were hidden, just as much as (y/n) did. But nobody would even think about mentioning it. It was too soon, and she clearly needed time to acclimatise. Big changes had happened, and obviously she was still very firmly in the middle of the adjustment period. It was understandable, really. 

A traumatising incident that left significant facial scarring would be horrendous for anyone to deal with. 

She knew that, in time, she would have to accept the changes that had happened. The doctors had said that even once things had healed up fully, there would most likely still be some permanent marks. They had suggested some different things to try, types of creams and oils that could help make the lines less noticeable. But they had also been very clear - it was highly unlikely that her face would ever be quite the same again. Those scars would always be there in some capacity. 

Right now, thinking about that was far too much to bear. Which is why for now, for the forseeable future, the mirrors would remain shrouded. 

It was far more challenging to keep away from other people. Over the first couple of weeks, (y/n) had relied on her family and friends to shop and bring food home to her, simply unable to face the thought of going outside where strangers would be able to see. But cooping herself up inside was driving her insane. She missed the warmth of sunlight on her skin, the sensation of light rain dampening her hair. She missed the sound of dogs playing in the local park when she walked to the bookshop, and the shitty music that filled every store. She missed the smell of the bakery a few streets away, and the smile she always got from the pretty girl at the flower shop next door. She missed human existence. 

And so, staring at the empty carton of milk in her hand and the sparse leftovers in the fridge, she decided that she was going to go back to it. It would be difficult, obviously, but if she stuck to her old routines, she was sure she could manage. 

It was either this, or spend the rest of her life as a hermit. And she knew which idea she preferred. 

Thankfully, it was cool enough outside that (y/n) definitely needed a hoodie - the wind was disturbing the branches of the tree in the little shared garden of the apartment block, and the weather forecast promised rain later. Neither of those things were of vital importance to her; what mattered more was the fact that she would have an easy way to hide her face if needed. 

Going outside for the first time felt a little like being freed from prison. Her incarceration had been self inflicted, but the relief at liberation was a feeling any prisoner would understand. The feeling of the breeze against the new contours of her face, still very sensitive a week after the stitches had been removed, was bizarre. It felt like a cool finger was mapping them out: the one that crossed the bridge of her nose, the large one spanning her cheek, the places where scar tissue met hairline and lip and eyelid. Had she looked at her reflection, she would likely have been pleasantly surprised; none of the scars were as thick as they felt, and they already appeared to be healing fairly smoothly. Scars often feel far worse than they look, and getting used to the idea of their presence is half the battle. But of course, she wasn’t ready for that just yet. Healing takes time, of course. And baby steps were better than no steps at all. 

Her first stop was the bakery; bravery deserved a reward, and just getting past the foyer of the apartment building had taken a huge amount of guts, let alone getting this far. The teenager behind the counter had beamed when she went in, already reaching for her regular shopping. 

“Hey, it’s been far too long! I almost thought you’d been stolen away by that place down the road. Still going for the same stuff?” 

The fact that they hadn’t even commented on her face, simply looking pleased to see her, almost made her tear up. “Yeah, the usual is good with me. Throw a couple of those doughnuts in as well though, please. It’s been... a rough couple of weeks.”

As they took her money and handed over the bag, their smile softened. “Those doughnuts are on the house today. We, uh... we heard what happened. And we’ve all missed seeing our favourite customer, so... it’s nice to have you back.” 

Just about managing to croak out a ‘thanks’ before saying goodbye, promising to be back in again soon, she left. The tears that threatened to fall were happy ones. To have someone treat her just like an ordinary person was all she had wanted. Things were off to a far better start than she’d imagined. 

The next place she wanted to go was the coffee shop - because making her own was just far too much effort, quite honestly, but the number of people in there made her pause for a moment. There’d only been one other customer in the bakery, and he’d spent the entire time engrossed in a YouTube video while eating his way through a bag of mini cheese pastries. The cafe, in comparison, was pretty much packed. 

A familiar grinning face appeared in her line of sight, and the sound of Frank’s voice snapped her out of her little reverie. 

“Hey, if it isn’t my favourite person in the whole wide world! Good seeing you, sweet cheeks. You doing okay?” 

She nodded, pulling a slight face and desperately trying to ignore the way that her heart rate had picked up at the sight of him. “Yeah, I’m... alright, I think. I was just...” 

Having known (y/n) since the two of them were eight years old, Frank understood every one of her little expressions. Every thought and concern in her mind was clear to him. He held out a hand, smiling softly when she tucked herself against his side. He stroked her waist the way he always had done when one of them was feeling down, both of them comforted by the gentle repetitive motions. No matter the situation, being in each other’s presence was often enough to settle their emotions and bring a little clarity to their thoughts. 

“How about I pay for the coffee this time? I’m pretty sure I owe you a few cups anyway, after the last few trips out, so why don’t I get you this one?” 

“That would be nice, yeah...” The hesitation in her voice was blatantly obvious, and he squeezed her just a little tighter. 

“Hey, it’s just you and me. Coffee. We’ll get it to go, and then go sit in the park and stare at all the cute dogs for a while. Sound good?” 

She didn’t even need to look at him to know he was doing those infamous puppy-dog eyes again; it was a look he’d developed decades ago, and it worked on pretty much everyone. No matter who he used them on or what he wanted, whenever he broke them out things were basically guaranteed to go his way. He dropped his bottom lip for added effect, and she felt her heart do a somersault. She was just as under his spell as everyone else was. Well, probably more so.

“Oh, go on then. Only because you’re paying.” 

Grinning, he grabbed her by the hand and led her inside, joining the end of the rather long queue as he filled her in on what had been going on with the band since they’d last seen each other. Frank had been one of the people to bring stuff round to her flat in the days after she’d come home from the hospital, but they hadn’t had a proper conversation during that time. She’d been so worried about what he’d think of the way she looked now that she hadn’t wanted him to see, hadn’t wanted to give him the chance to say something. But so far, he was treating her exactly like he had always done. If she had more time to think into that fact, it would probably upset her all over again: she was desperately hoping for the day that he turned around and told her that he needed more, that he loved her too much to just be her friend. For now, though, normal was enough. Normal was what she needed. 

In between Frank’s rambles on what the band’s latest project was shaping up to be and the bursts of noise from the coffee machine, soft whispers were starting to worm their way into her ears. At first, she desperately hoped she was imagining it, but no - people were definitely talking about her. 

A little boy was tugging on his dad’s sleeve. “Daddy, what’s wrong with that lady’s face?” 

On the next table over, a grandmother was shushing a set of twins. "It's rude to stare, no matter what people look like. Now keep your voices down."

But far worse than innocent childish curiosity were the reactions from the older customers in the shop. Grown adults were sneaking sideways glances at her before turning back to their friends, making almost silent comments and hiding sneers behind their fingers. Some were openly staring, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Feeling the new tension in her shoulders, Frank squeezed her hand, leaning in to murmur against the side of her head. "You doing okay?"

"I... people are saying things. I can tell."

"I know, sweet cheeks. Please don't pay attention to it - I know that's really hard, but we won't be in here much longer. Look, there's only one more person in front of us. Then we can go hang out with the puppies. And those puppies will give you all the love you deserve, okay?"

Managing a nod, (y/n) relaxed a little as they reached the counter, concentrating on the way her best friend's eyes sparkled when he smiled and thanked the barista. She often thought that she could look at him forever - that those eyes, that face, would look perfectly at home in a work of classical art. He was just flawless.

The technique of focusing on the tiniest details of his features worked. She kept her mind occupied with his miniscule freckles, ridiculously pretty eyelashes, the way his hair curled slightly around his ears. He filled her brain entirely, chasing all the negatives away.

Until they turned to leave.

Half way through the queue was a group of teenage boys - and they were staring at her in sheer disgust. Noticing this, Frank shifted so that he would be walking closest to them, doing the best he could to shield her from view. But of course, that couldn't stop them talking.

"Ew, gross."

"What's wrong with the Joker over there?"

"If I looked like that, I wouldn't ever let other people see me."

"Damn, I hope she stays away from kids. That shit's scary."

Very calmly, Frank stopped and handed (y/n) his coffee. "Would you hang onto this for a second, cupcake? I'm about to have my hands full." And as she took it from him, he grabbed the tallest of the group by the collar and dragged him down to look him in the eyes. "You dare speak about her that way one more time - you even THINK something like that about her - and I'll make your face look more fucked up than it already is. You all wanna talk about ugly, go take a look in a mirror. And if you don't like the idea of no longer having your balls attached to you, you'll apologise. Right this instant."

Recognising the man who was threatening them, all four boys blanched, huddling together and barely stuttering out something vaguely like an apology. Arms folded across his chest, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds, but (y/n)'s hand against his upper back made his temper settle marginally. He turned back, and the sight of her trembling very nearly made him launch at the boys again. But the rational part of his mind took over, making it very clear that the best thing to do was just get out of there. And so with one final glare at the offending morons, he led her out to the street.

"Do you wanna go to the park, or do you want me to take you home?"

Taking a deep, faltering breath, she sniffled. "Home. Please."

"Your wish is my command, sweet cheeks. Come on. Let's go."

The walk back to her place was short, but they spent it in silence. He desperately wanted to say something to her, but knew that now just wasn't the right time. Over the years, he'd learned that quiet was the best thing for her until she decided to speak. Pushing conversation too far only ever made the situation even worse.

(y/n) was mute until the two of them were comfortably situated in her living room, sat at opposite ends of the tiny sofa as they sipped at their coffees.

"Thank you for being there."

"Hey, I'm always gonna be there for you. Every time. You could be stuck at the top of Mount Everest and I'd still make it up there to kick some ass if you needed me to."

She snorted, setting her drink down. "You hate the cold."

"That wasn't my point, and you know it." He rolled his eyes, kicking at her feet. "Those kids were total assholes. Half of me wants to go back there and kick their asses all the way into the next century."

"I'm glad you didn't actually do anything, I don't want you getting arrested for me. I’m not worth that much effort.” 

“You absolutely are. To me, you always have been. And you always will be. You're the most important person to me in the whole world.” 

His expression shifted a little, and (y/n) could read him like a book. The prevailing thought in his mind was panic. Clearly, he hadn’t intended to say that in quite that way. And that just made her want to dig a little deeper. 

“Frank... what are you saying?” 

“I just- well, I care about you, obviously. You’re my best friend, of course you’re worth it.” 

“No, that’s not it. I can tell.” 

“I swear, it’s-” 

“Please. Just tell me. I... I need you to be honest with me, okay? I can't keep worrying about the way everyone sees me now. I can't keep worrying that you don't see me the same.” 

He seemed to flounder for a moment before coming to the realisation that this time, he wasn’t going to get away with some flimsy excuse. She was far too clever for that. It had to be everything, raw and unfiltered and straight from the soul. “I’m saying that I love you. More than I could ever possibly describe. You came into my life scrawling smiley faces and animals on my arms in permanent marker, and you wrote yourself into my heart at the same time. I’ve never had eyes for anyone else - it was always an act. Every time someone asked, I’d choose a person at random so nobody would find out it was you. I couldn’t face the thought of losing you if you found out how I really felt. Hell, half my tattoos are based on something I remember about you, something you drew or said or made me laugh about. You are just... everything. Perfection. The sweetest soul this hellhole of a society has ever seen. I'm pretty sure I've loved you forever. That I was born to love you.” 

She could feel the tears catching at the patches of new skin on her face, but couldn’t find it in herself to care about the bizarre sensation. This was what she’d been waiting to hear since she was thirteen. “How... how long has it been? Really, how long?” 

“Um... well, thinking about it... since we were, like, ten. Maybe even before that, but that's probably when I started to notice it.” 

“And you...” She trailed off for a second, trying to think of how best to phrase things. “Even now that I look like this?” 

Frank practically threw himself across the couch and hugged her as tightly as he possibly could, burying his face into her shoulder as he let all of his thoughts out. “You’ve always been beautiful to me. Always. Even when you let your mom cut your hair when you were nine and the bangs were all wonky. Even that time you tried to dye your hair without any help and it went that weird shade of green. Oh, and the time you accidentally shaved off a whole eyebrow so you had to get rid of both, and you could never draw them both the same. Every art class where you ended up with multicolour freckles, and never remembered to wash them off before coming to lunch. Those hideous fake glasses you wore for a year because you were convinced they looked cool. I’ve seen you in every state imaginable, and I’ve never stopped loving you. I've seen you delirious with the flu, unable to walk because you were so hung over, greasy and tangled after not showering for a week. There are so many brilliant, unique things about you. And even if they aren't always things you like, they're still special. These scars are just another special part of you that we can both get to know.” 

Scoffing a little, (y/n) extricated herself from his grip and shuffled back, arms folded over her chest. “They’re not special, they’re awful.” 

Understanding that she needed a little space, he settled for resting a hand on her arm. “Hey. You’re allowed to hate them, you know? It’s totally okay that you do. I just really need you to know that I don’t. I could never hate any part of you, and that includes them.” 

“But I’m not the same.” Her voice cracked a little, and she sniffled, determined not to break down. “I don’t... feel like I’m me any more.” 

“I get that. It’s a big change, and it’s one that’s gonna take time to get used to. But I promise, it doesn’t make a difference to the person that you are inside. And it doesn’t make a difference in the way I feel about you.” 

“How can you be so sure?” 

“Because a life without you is not one I’m interested in living. Every second I’m without you, it feels like my soul is waiting for the rest of it to come back. You are everything to me.” 

He sounded so confident in his words, the honesty practically seeping from his pores, and she knew him well enough to know that he was telling the truth. He really did mean every word he’d said. And that was enough to start the flow of tears again. She didn’t resist as he took her back into his arms, kissing softly across her hairline as she melted against him. 

“I’m sorry. I- that was a lot. If you don’t feel, you know, quite the same way I do, then that’s-” 

Frank found himself unable to speak mid-sentence; (y/n)’s lips were locked against his own, and all he could do was kiss her back. They were both a little breathless when they broke apart, and she jabbed a warning finger into his chest. 

“Don’t you dare apologise. I’ve thought about kissing you, probably since I was twelve. Every date I ever went on, I wished it was you. I spent so many nights laying there in the dark wishing I was brave enough to say something, so I wouldn’t have to watch you with other people any more. I don’t think it’d be possible for me to ever love someone else as much as I love you.” 

Those last three words left them both in silence for a moment, overwhelmed by the enormity of what they’d both just confessed. And then, (y/n) started to giggle. He eyed her curiously. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Well,” she shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I just... that’s not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to go, that’s all.” 

He snorted, stroking gently at the spot where the largest of her scars disappeared into her hair. “Yeah, I don’t think I pictured it like that either. It-it was good though, wasn’t it?” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely not complaining.” 

“I mean, we could always... do it again? Just so, you know, we’re sure we’re doing it properly.” 

The little glint in his eyes made her heart flip, and she nuzzled against him. “Sounds good to me.” 

“Good. Because now it’s happened once, I plan on kissing you for the rest of your life. I’ve imagined doing it for so long, there’s no way I’m letting you slip through my fingers again. I hope you’re okay with that, sweet cheeks.” 

As his lips brushed against hers, feather light and tasting of sheer desperation, she just about managed to answer before he took her breath away completely. “I’m sure I can cope with that.” 

[mxtantrights]

Omg on jason having twins, i think he’d be an utter mess on their first day of school. Like you got this massive brick shithouse of a man practically trembling while barely holding back tears as he drops off his babies at kindergarten or first grade.

a/n: thank you anon for sending this in! <333 I can't thank you enough and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!!

You thought the hardest part of seeing you twins off to kindergarten would be the kids. But it's actually seeing Jason say goodbye to them that undoes you.

He's crouched down to be at their level. The both go them, Peter and Cassie, are looking at him intently. With their books bags on their bags and their lunch pails in their hands. Cassie let Jason do her hair today, two space buns with purple scrunchies. Peter let you pick his shirt, a fresh green graphic tee.

You sniffle as you take them in.

Jason holds onto Peter's hand and cups the side of Cassie's face.

"Now, you don't have to go today if you don't want to. You can stay at home and we can try again tomorrow. It's okay." Jason says.

"We wanna go." Peter says.

"Yeah daddy." Cassie agrees.

Jason nods his head, "Of course. You two are so smart. You're gonna do so good. You hardly get that from me."

"You're smart daddy!" Cassie says, throwing herself onto him.

Jason doesn't even move when she does that. He is kneeling there and his right arm at his side, the other in Peter's hand. Peter joins in on the hug too.

"I'm gonna miss you guys." Jason says.

Jason engulfs the both of them in a hug. You wanna go over there and join in but you know if you do then they might never actually go in. It's one thing to see Jason not wanting to let go, but if they see it from you they'll probably skip kindergarten altogether.

"Me too!" Peter says.

Jason lets go first. He pulls away from them and takes them in again. Then he gives them each a kiss on the top of their heads. Peter gets an extra one because Cassie turns around and runs through the front door.

Then Peter follows after her. Ever the little brother.

Jason stands up and turns to you. Now you can see his eyes that are red and brimmed with tears. You jog over and wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you within hesitation and places his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's okay. We'll see them later." you say.

"Maybe we can pick them up early?" he asks, and you know he's half joking and half serious.

"No can do. We gotta let the little birds leave the nest." you answer.

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

can you write relationship headcanons for hyugo please? he's so underrated oh my god- btw love your blog, i'm so happy there's more people in the tkatb fandom <33 thank you for your service!!

My Exaltation (Hyugo x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

Thank you for the ask, Anon! And especially thank you for the kind words! :D

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer Exaltation: a feeling or state of extreme happiness. Trigger Warnings: NSFW and sexual mentions (nothing too crazy though).

A/N: (Check down the bottom for more info: but here's the server skeleton I've made: Link: TKATB Server).

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SFW

I see Hyugo as somebody very affectionate, like a puppy. (He literally gives puppy-dog eyes like c’mon). Also is capable of becoming as feral as one.

Definitely will be the type to walk up to you randomly and beg on his knees request to do something, considering I feel like part of the reason he has so much on his plate is due to the fact he can't stand having the same routine day after day. He needs spice. And you'll happily oblige.

Also very protective. Hell, this guy killed someone(s), so he’d be more than willing to defend you if it comes to that. Owns weapons 110%. Is also very capable at using them.

Hides all his suspicious activity from you. Not because he doesn't trust you, but mostly due to the fact he doesn't want you to get involved.

When If you move in together, he will make sure to enroll you in self-defense/weapon training classes (or he'll teach you himself, who cares about the law he's committed about 56 crimes in the span of a month /jkjk).

Is alarmingly strong, for someone of his stature and build, he often ensures to work out, because, well, he never knows when someone will come after him now does he?

Is paranoid about your safety 25/8, he's alert and vigil every waking moment. Ever since the cinema incident, he's been freaking out internally. (What if they find out about you? What if you go missing too?). Will hide it though, he can't afford you to be scared of him, now can he?

Crime hustles aside, Hyugo is genuinely a very loving and #goldenretriever boyfriend. Will use petnames as much as humanely possible, usually the flirty ones like 'darling'.

If you are a clothesnapper, expect him to start stealing back, eventually both your wardrobes will be swapped. You both don't care though, because both your horny asses will be relishing in the smell of each other in secret teehee.

Will be pulling the biggest 'Aww you look so adorable!!!!!' face known to man the first time you stole his clothes (probs a sweater or overshirt). Will tease you about it.

Makes puns 24/7, actually a master at them, it's kind of unnerving.

If you're ticklish, do not, under ANY circumstance, let him find out. You will be on the verge of dying each time he tickles you.

Hyugo's heart melts if you wanna watch his favourite movies with him: "Uh...Oh my God! MC! The new *insert movie title* came out...wanna watch it together this Sunday?" *insert massive puppy dog eyes, a cutesy little pout and two slender hands clasped together in a praying motion*

You agree, because...of fucking course you will.

Doesn't care enough to cook most of the time, but will try for you. :]

If you're cooking (or baking desserts), he'll spawn right behind you and hug you.

Will make you game with him, you don't have a choice, this guy needs action in his life (totally not like he doesn't already have any right-)

He's the little spoon, loves being smushed into your tits/pecs pressed against your torso, it means he can hear your heartbeat. It means he can fall asleep knowing you're safe.

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NSFW (I am aware these may seem short. But. uh. I'm rusty cut me some slack).

I see Hyugo as a power bottom, or even a switch. (Emphasis on the 'power' part, this guy is strong).

Is capable of serving cunt/cock scarily well. Like you have no clue how he got this good.

Don't pull his hair too hard, a bit'll make him whine groan, but he doesn't seem the type to be into hair pulling unlike Sol and Crowe teehee

More funny during sex imo, depending on how intimate it is. If it's a sudden need then he'll be silent as the grave and going all out on dishing his horniness out, but if you're both chill and happy then he's much more jovial.

Masterful at aftercare, will murmur praises for how good you were, how much he loves you, etc. into your collarbone.

You are everything to him, his lover, his vehement source of peace, and his exaltation.

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A/N: So, @hayooni mentioned that we should probably have a Discord server or something, so I made one. It's pretty mid so far, and I'm definitely going to hand off admins to other people who're superior when it comes to Discord server making, but hell, how about we make sure this community is as nontoxic and interconnected as possible. We're the OGs and veterans of this fandom; we might as well make it a fucking good one.

Link: TKATB Server

[angelbaby-fics]

Just saw my first picture of Ransom in the sweater during Autumn It has me thinking about Ransom where him being independent and less of a rich meanie, he is doing laundry and shrinks his sweater. THE sweater. So little gets a sweater just like cg Ransom. And he has to go buy another so they can match ♡ and they cuddle and eat cookies together ♡ that sounds like a nice day to me ♡

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Sweater Weather

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: OMGGGGGGG anon this is such a cute idea!! i had to write it as a full fic & i even have some inklings of a part 2 in mind 😳 ahhh i'd give anything to hug him in that big comfy cozy sweater omg 🥺💕

Ransom could absolutely, one hundred percent do his own laundry. Seriously, how hard could it be? All he had to do was put the clothes in the machine, pour in some soap, and press start. Just because it took him until his forties to start doing this on his own didn’t mean you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Ransom was committed to setting a good example for you, teaching you how to be self-sustaining and not just a spoiled brat like he’d once been. As a result of this decision, the maid now only came every two weeks instead of weekly, and Ransom was responsible for everything in between. 

Dragging the hamper down into the laundry room, Ransom sighed as he tossed handfuls of dirty clothes into the washing machine. He slammed the metal door shut with a roll of his eyes; just because he could do the laundry didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. As the water began to fill up the drum of the machine, Ransom went back upstairs, settling into his big armchair to enjoy a book while he waited for you to wake up. The coffee he’d made earlier that morning was already room temperature by now, but he decided he’d rather just bear it than get up and make a new one. One chore was enough to deal with right now. When less than five minutes remained on the wash cycle, Ransom heard you stirring in your room upstairs. 

He took the stairs two at a time, not wasting a second to get you into his arms. Lifting you out of your crib, he rocked you back and forth, patting your back to soothe away a sob that hadn’t yet come. Ransom bounced you on his hip for a few minutes as you adjusted to the new morning, whispering sweet affirmations as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He carried you over to the window, and you hid your face into his chest as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Your daddy smelled like wood and cinnamon and love all wrapped up in one man.

The buzzer of the washing machine went off just as Ransom and you reached the bottom of the stairs. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened by the sudden noise, but he comforted you once more. “Shh baby, don’t worry,” Ransom soothed, “It's just the laundry.” He picked your blanket and pacifier up from the couch, adorning you with both. “Do you wanna help me put it all in the dryer?” You nodded, always eager for quality time with your daddy. He carried you back down to the basement where the laundry room was. You rarely saw this part of the house as you rarely needed to, aside from laundry it was mostly used for storage and guest accommodations if the upstairs guest rooms were taken. Curiously, you gazed all around you, taking in all the aspects of this new part of your daddy’s massive house. 

Ransom sat you on top of the dryer. Opening the doors of both machines, he began to take out damp clothes and hand them to you. It was your job to toss the clothes into the opening of the dryer below you. Finally, when all the clothes were loaded in, Ransom handed you a dryer sheet to put in with it all. It smelled like fresh lavender, the familiar scent of your sheets and blankets. You grinned behind your paci, so proud to be part of what made your house a home. Ransom picked you up off the dryer and set you down on the floor so you could push the door closed all by yourself, and you waved at your clothes through the clear window as they began to spin. 

To pass the time while the clothes dried, Ransom made you breakfast and helped you eat it at the kitchen table. He was just wiping off your face with the corner of your bib when he heard the buzzer on the dryer. This time you weren’t scared, you knew what the sound meant. 

“Is ready?” You asked with excitement.

“It sure is! Do you wanna help me organize it?” Ransom offered, happy to have his favorite little helper make the chores less boring.

Ransom removed your bib and lifted you back onto his hip. He put you back on top of the dryer and scooped all the warm, clean clothes into a hamper to take back upstairs.

“I’m sorry baby, but you gotta walk up with me.” He said with a sigh. “Daddy can’t hold you and the basket at the same time!”

But being the stubborn and spoiled little angel that you were, that wasn’t gonna happen. So Ransom carried you back upstairs, settled you into his big comfy bed, handed you a stuffy to watch you for the moment, and then retrieved the laundry on a second trip. When he got back upstairs, he dumped the warm clothes on top of you, making you giggle as the fresh laundry rained down on you in a flurry of cozy smells and soft textures. You emerged from the pile like a baby chicky from an egg. Ransom kissed your nose before starting to pick the clothes off of you one by one, folding each one as he went. One of your t-shirts, then another, a pair of his socks, and a cute little sweater of yours. 

Except… he couldn’t remember buying a sweater like this for you. In fact, it looked an awful lot like one of his sweaters but smaller.

“Oh, come on!” Ransom whined, dropping the shrunken sweater on the bed with frustrated force.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ransom replied, taking out his phone and furrowing his brows as he typed. 

Turns out, laundry was indeed more complicated than Ransom had assumed. If he’d been more careful, he would have known that some clothes needed special settings, or else the heat could warp the fibers and make them shrink. Thus, his favorite cream-colored cable knit sweater was now far too small for his giant frame.

It was perfect for you, however.

Thinking quickly, Ransom picked the sweater back up and held it up to you. Your eyes widened with glee. A new sweater just for you? And you’d be matching with daddy! You eagerly took the sweater out of his hands and put it on over your shirt. It fit you perfectly, the sleeves just slightly too long in the most perfectly cozy way. Wearing it felt like a constant hug from Ransom. Despite having just been washed, you could still smell him under the lavender scent. The threads of the knit were comfortably lived in, frayed around the hem from years of wear and anxious fiddling. That’s when you realized it was Ransom’s sweater all along, shrunken down to your size.

“But daddy…. It’s s’posed to be yours!” You said, looking up at him with a nervous look. 

As happy as you were to be the new owner of your favorite sweater, it saddened you to think you would never see him wear it again. Your eyes started to water, mourning the vision of your daddy as you always imagined him, snuggled up in the piece of clothing he’d owned the longest and worn most often. Change was hard for you to take, and Ransom understood that. “Hey, it's okay baby, you can have it now!” Ransom tried to cheer you up, gently wiping the tears from your face with his soft fingers.

“But I want you to have it!” You cried into the sleeves.

“It's too small for me, baby!” He laughed, a smile breaking through your sobs as you imagined Ransom squeezed into a tiny sweater. “But if you want, I can buy a new one for myself. Then we can match!”

You smiled, nodding leaning forward into his arms.

“Yeah? You like that idea?” Random asked, and you nodded again, killing two birds with one stone as you used the action to dry your tears on his shirt. “Alright baby, let's go out and buy a new sweater for daddy.”

[redheadspark]

hello can i request #29 with azriel from acotar! thank u

A/N - I think this is beyond adorable and great for Azriel! Thank you for requesting this, anon!

Warm

Summary - Azrile brings you peace and love again after you return from being under the mountain

Warnings - Just some angst and fluff morphed together :)

Drip....drip.....

Drip.....drip...

You were watching the water drip down from the faucet, going in an inconsistent rhythm while you were hugging your knees to your chest and your hair was framining your face. It shoudn't take this amount of strength to reach over and turn the water on, to let the warm and nearly pipping hot water surround you in the massive claw tub, and you let the rest of the day melt away with the soaps that Elaine gifted you on your birthday.

But you couldn't reach it. Your mind was occupied somewhere else.

It has been years since you were trapped under the mountain, under the wrath of Amarantha and her sick reign and control over those who were her prisoners. You were one of the unlucky ones that suffered: Countless nights and endless nightmares that you would never see the light of day ever again, countless times of pain and punishment from either moving too slow or being too inconistant.

Worst of all, you were almost sold off as a sex slave. But you weren't, and you had Rhysand to thank for that.

The door to the bathroom opened and closed quietly, you instantly know who it was since you felt the soft licks of shadows along your bare back and your neck. It was a sense of greeting, a gnetle way and nothign too harsh. The soft sounds of boots waking onto the room was heard too, but then it stopped right next to you.

A scarred and calloused hand, touching the rim of the bathtub as the being crouched down to see at your eye level.

"My love?"

You looked away from the dripping water and over at Azriel, seeing him watch you with love in his eyes, some concern and pain, but mostly love. His hazel eyes were shining from the lights in the bathroom lights and candles that were already at work, his smile appeared as your eyes searched his own while he tilted his head at you, "Feyre told me you were feeling a bit out of it today. I came home early from training the new recruits to check on you,"

"Az...you didn't have to--" You were starting to say to him, but Azriel leaned in to press a kiss under your eyes and then pushed his head into yours. You breathed him in, the musky scent he brought with him from his vigorous training and work amongst the Illryian soldiers. But his scent was also his own: a mixture of the ocean breeze and some of the orange blossoms that were near your little townhouse you two lived in.

"I wanted to," He reminded you softly as his voice vibrated against your skin, "You're still healing, and I wanna be here for you as you heal: for the good and the bad, remember?"

You gulped and nodded your head, tears were falling freely now as Azriel pushed them away with his thumb. You knew Azriel would enver be parted from you for far too long, not anymore after he nearly lost you under the mountain for all the time. He swore to you that he would be at your side throughout your healing process, after hearing from Madja that it would take some time for you to bounce back to where you used to be. Madja laid it on thick and wasn't sugar coating it: you went through shit thanks to Amarantha.

Rhysand protected you from worsening nightmares, thanks to his persuasion and the methods he had to use on Aramantha. He didn't mind being her "whore" so to speak, since it would give him the opportunity to talk Amarantha down from selling your own body in return. You were grateful for him and his willingness to place his neck on the line for you, and when Azriel heard of this news, he could only thank Rhysand and owe him his life for saving you.

Azriel turned on the water and got the water flowing in the tub, then stripped off his own clothes slowly as you felt the water rising in the tub. The piping hot water along your sensitive skin was both soothing and yet uncomfortable, but it was better than being cold. Azriel, now bare and his shadows diminishing a bit against his wings, got into the bath behind you and leaned back against the back of the tub. With gentleness, he touched your bareback soothingly with his fingers and moved them up and down along the nobs of your spine.

The same scarred hands that were damaged when he was a boy, the very hands that had raised hell and fears in others with how deadly they are holding Truth Teller, were beyond gentle and loving to you as he was coaxing you to unwind and unravel from your fears. He never once gave you a sense of fear with his fingers and palms, on the contrary he was always soothing and kind.

Even after you two were reunited from under the mountain and became mates not too long after, Azriel stayed gentle. Maybe it was your love language, the delicate touch that made you feel so safe and loved at the same time. You had to wonder if he was like this with just his friends, but Cassian told you with reassurance it was just with you.

"Trust me, Az is not one to be a softy. Only with those he trusts with his life, and that's you,"

"Come back, my love," Azriel hummed at you, you unwinding your legs and finding yourself being leaned back against his muscular chest. The firmness of his chest along your back made you sigh in relief and his arms were linked along yours as your side. Your legs bracketing one another, and you knew he was doing that on the surface. No matter if you two were naked and bare in the tub, Velaris was right outside your curtain-drawn window, and the world going on with ease, you two were in the moment together. Azriel knew to ground you by touch, whether it was holding your hand or hugging you in bed, he knew how to calm you come skin contact. He was the same way: you would touch his shoudler when he was stressed or kiss the side of his head when life was too much. You helped him so much when he was in the rough patches.

Now he was going to help you heal in return.

He started to hum as the water magically stopped at the right spot, you both were mostly submerged under the water as the steam was rising in the air and along your face and neck. His humming was a song, an old lullaby you knew belonged to his mother who would sing to him when he was a little boy. He taught you the song in the earlier part of your friendship, and you thought the song was beautiful.

Ever since then, he would only hum it to you as a reminder: The song that was sung by the first woman he loved was now sung to the love of his life.

As he hummed, you moved his arms to drape around your chest and waist, cradling you against him as your eyes closed. Azriel never pushed you when it came to touching, especially as you were healing. So for you to make the first move and let you hold you close in his arms, Azriel felt his heart shift. He didn't care how long the process will take for you to be full again, he only knew that you were there in his arms, willing to lte him help you heal.

And you did heal, becoming stronger than ever.

The End

May Prompt Session

[stupid-and-cute-are-enough]

it WAS 1:30 am and now i've got finals in mere hours so obviously this is how i should be spending my time. behold: screaming and crying publicly over @get-rammed's montgomery gator doodles

starting off STRONG with this beauty:

THE FULL-BODY HUG???? THE SKIN ON SKIN CONTACT??? one thing you MUST know about me is that i am WEAK for when the bigger partner wraps themselves around their s/o WEAK I SAY

(also monty's nose????? it's absolutely darling and so perfect for his lil face)

KEEPING ON THEME WITH WERE-MONTY

specifically the face................ he looks so dejected...................so tired................ so sad...................baby has had a ROUGH night and i desperately want them to be better 😭😭😭 (the HAND HOLD???? THE TEAR STAINS??? AUGHH)

we already KNOW how i feel about this one after all i'm that motherfucker who was so consumed by this doodle that i asked ram if i could clean it up and otherwise go insane over it we already KNOW that this doodle has me on my fucking KNEES

again THE FULL BODY HOLD??????? THE SAD EYES???? HE HOLDS ONTO THEM LIKE THEYRE SOMETHING PRECIOUS 😭 monty is trapped in a life he pretty much hates and they've gotta be one of his only sources of comfort 😭😭😭😭 i imagine the anon has to pull wayyy more hours once monty becomes a glamrock so they're constantly exhausted but desperately wants to be there for their struggling friend and vice versa for monty (and how pissed monty must get w/the virus bc why the fuck should he feel bad for them when it's HIS life that got screwed over?)

everything i just said applies to this one too except with more melancholy bc it feels like when you have to wait for your loved one to fall asleep so you can slip away quietly (but, of course, monty is holding on, so he'll be disappointed sooner rather than later)

:(

MOVING FUCKING ON TO THIS NEXT ONE OHHHH MY GOD YOU GUYS PREPARE YOURSELF

THE SNOOT RUBS???? THE HAND ON ANON'S CHEST???? THE BLUSH????? THE WAY HE RUFFLES HOW OWN HAIR 😭😭 GIVE IT BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! GIVE IT BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BEAT UP MR. FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT HIMSELF GIVE MONTY HIS HAIR BACK!!!!!!

but seriously this one is just SO cute 😭 gator golf monty were such simpler times and it DESTROYS me knowing where they go from here :( ik both of them heal together in the end but they hurt so much between those two points AUGHH THEY DONT DESERVE IT 😭😭

GOING BACK TO WERE-MONTY

THE SHIRT??? THE SKIN-ON-SKIN CONTACT???? literally what else is there to say i rest my case moving on

THE CASUAL INTIMACY????? THE SKIN ON SKIN????? THE ANONS SILLY LIL SMILE AND ALL THE LOVE BITES?? look im down bad for monty as much as everyone else here but good LORD there's something so tender about non-sexual touch (esp with minimal clothing) 😭😭 its so special to me............. they're so happy to have each other i am ILL

iconic

SCREAMING AND CRYING THEY'RE SO SILLY TOGETHER!!!! LET THEM BE SILLY AGAIN THEY DESERVE IT!!!!

look at them they're up to MISCHIEF they're up to NO GOOD <3 and freddy is RAPIDLY APPROACHING (side note SWEETS??? 😭😭 i love all of monty's nicknames but something about "sweets" makes me AUGH................. it's so cute...............)

BONUS:

MORGAN <333333 WHAT A MASSIVE W TO TRANS-MASCS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wouldn't wanna be represented by ANYONE else

feddy <3

last but not least the comment i left (with my user and pfp blocked out bc you don't get to know me like that) on part one of project starlight that strikes fear into me to this very day. ignore my spelling mistakes i was going through it

i would've also grabbed a screenshot of the monty plush bc i feel special every time i look at one bc ram thought my comic was cool and it instantly became a core memory but this post has taken LONG ENOUGH!!! SLAP A SHIPPING LABEL ON THIS BITCH AND SEND IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thrushppelt]

hugging shard and telling you to talk all you want about the blorbo's lore cause it's so angst but i wanna know all abt it

Anon you are In for it

OKAY I don’t have everything figured out but.

Most of her story is centered around mouseshine, her future mate and deputy. I have significantly less plot for him but he’s Evil and Smart and so is she so. They kiss

From an early age shardtimber was normal and, while being a runt, starclan basically told most the clan she Will be leader. Mouse was always a freaky kid (jumpy and squeaky like a mouse). I think I had him as an orphan?

Mouse was the first to be apprenticed between them and she was JEALOUS!! Lots of childlike resentment which made her try Even Harder to be a good to-be-warrior

WHICHHHH led her to get the massive scar on her face basically when she’s a green-ass apprentice. NOT SURE HOW IT HAPPENS YET I’m too at odds BUT what’s important is she stays in the med den for AGESSSS and while she still trains sometimes alone w her mentor she is JUMPY and worried abt getting further hurt even though she Knows that that’s just life and she needs to be leader and and AND

Between this and her becoming deputy a LOT happens between her n mouse. Mouse confesses when she wakes up from her injury, they’re together and happy for a bit before shard realizes Hey this guys kinda evil……. And I’m Not actually that evil I’m just cynical. Or something. They’re Different forms of evil it MAKES SENSE. ANYWAY mouse is just a little bitch and doesn’t know how to show the little affection he’s ever had for someone. What’s worse is that stress has already begun to dig it’s claws into shard and she shows her age too early. About her she’s made leader and even if mouse Knew he wasn’t gonna be leader (yet…..) he’s JEALOUS. seething. Doesn’t celebrate w everyone else. I might have someone else be deputy before mouse, due unrelatedly, THEN mouse becomes dep

Mouse’s kit who he had w someone else(pheasantchill who has like. No lore) (previously it was before he got with shard but plot wise now that’s Way too early. Anyway they don’t really care abt cheating) challenges shard bc he’s tired of her shit and he’d OBVIOUSLY BE BETTER

He gets his ass beat because he’s a paw and half her size. Mouse gets ANGRY because that’s his kid tf? Mouse and shard fight and mouse gets the nasty cut on his shoulder. The symbolic grip of love they have on each other grows a little looser here.

A few lives later (and a better relationship with pheasant) (and a few kids who also have no lore) pheasant suddenly gets taken over by an omen. “Sharp teeth that speak your tongue will take the one most dear” HaHa That Can’t Mean Anything (<- it means something)

This is where a terrier that’s taken in by a cat from another clan (SORRY SOOTKIT you also. Have almost no lore) is proving herself to be just as good as any cat. Shard and mouse don’t know about her. They hear rumors but how ridiculous right? Lmfao this won’t be an issue

SO starclan is like Dude Watch Out. Gives shard a dream to warn her. “What you don’t mend to will lose forever”. Sees mouse shadowed by a collar. She massively misinterprets this by mouse wanting to quit clan life and, seeing him loom over her when she wakes, immediately strikes out. They can barely be considered Together at this point, if not for all the shit they went through together

SO he gets all sorts of pissed off and storms out of the camp. UNFORTUNATELY the clan that has sootbriar borders shards clan :) and lo and behold! Mouse and soot meet! And after a long battle mouse fucking DIES.

This absolutely RUINS shard. She’s on her last or second to last life by now and she’s in a similar state to blue at this time. I THINK I might go w her having being captured by humans after going out once in a blue moon

SORRY RHIS IS SO FUCKING LONG LMFAO. I didn’t even mention stemfur or more minor difficulties they went through. But like. Writing this out it really is. Mouse ruins this chicks life and he barely loved her ?/!-??

UHH also minor deets I can’t figure out where to throw, mouse loses his tail later in his life. Shard has a claw wound across her throat, significant scars elsewhere on her pelt. A stiff paw from a trap that fucked up her wrist.

[poisonouswritings]

Kitty sage seeing Big Sage being affectionate with you and wants to do the same except when you're sitting on the side on your bed while talking to him and he kinda half stand up to give you a little kith on your forehead, but he does it exactly when you move your head a little so he ends up kithing you straight on your eye and whoops you're blind in one eye for a while now, also he gets all flustered and embarrassed, tries to run out of the room, (gehe kinda like that one chapter) but he forgot the door is closed so now you're both sitting with a cold rag to your faces.,,,,,,

-egg anon

Consider; you and Sage aren't dating (yet), he's massively pining for you and plays off his affection as a joke, and then Kitty sees it and is like Oh! and then disaster strikes

GN!Reader, fluff, @ the anon that wanted more Sage pining here you go, listing the other parts even though they aren't really parts because they're not really chronological

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

I think Sage is affectionate with his friends to begin with (think of how many times he's ruffling Felix's hair or just generally messing with him - I don't remember him being like that with Anisa as much but in my head he is) but when he has a crush on you??

He tries to be as flirty as usual but he gets flustered and then feels a little guilty for being a perv. So. It turns from playfully brushing his fingers up your spine or adjusting your hair or whatever to shyly putting his head in your lap so you can pet his ears or hugging you against his chest when you guys are outside under the pretense of keeping you warm or lightly kissing your cheek as a way of saying thanks.

And recently Sage has taken to hanging in your room all the time. Including sleeping in your bed (though he's still always gone before you wake up).

But it's 'totally platonic' because Sage is still refusing to admit he's in love with you.

Kitty doesn't get it though. He has a massive crush on you, and if you're okay with Big Sage doing things, then it should be okay for Kitty too, right? And you do a lot of affectionate stuff with Kitty too - petting him and kissing his cheek and holding his hand when you're walking in public and letting him sit on your lap and sometimes nap with you. So it should be fine!

So one day, Sage is making lunch. You and Kitty are in your room - you sitting on the edge of your bed and Kitty standing in front of you - and you're brushing his hair. He seems a little nervous; pawing at the ground and flicking his tail and his ears are pinned against his fluffy hair. You try to make him laugh by telling silly jokes and tickling him a little bit, but that isn't enough to shake him.

Well. You remind Kitty that he can talk to you about anything bothering him, but you don't wanna push him. His hair is a little too short to be braided, so you pull it into a ponytail and smooch the top of his head.

Little Kitty is emboldened! His face is red and his tail is wagging. Once you give him a little pat to indicate that you're done, he turns around and leans over to kiss your cheek. Except at that moment you were shifting your position so you could stand up so Kitty manages to get you right in the eye. And he's got lil fangs. Ouch.

Ouch!

And as you're now dealing with Suddenly Being Half-Blind, Kitty panics and tries to run out of the room - a combination of wanting to get help and being mortified - and then runs head-first into the doorknob and falls over.

And then Sage walks in holding sandwiches. You're gently holding a wet cloth to Kitty's forehead and humming to calm him down while your eye. uh. does not look (hah get it look) great. So now Sage has to take care of that.

He's laughing the entire time because let's be fair that's fucking hilarious

Kitty feels very guilty, even after you promise him you're not mad and you know it was an accident. He tries to draw you a picture to say he's sorry. You pin it to your wall.

Sage is jealous not only of a child, but of himself as a child.

Your eye hurts so Kitty (carefully) smooches your forehead above your eye and you thank him and Sage is pouting over there in the corner

You have to take a healing draught and it makes you sleeby so at one point you're hanging out with Sage (Tulsi is watching Kitty for the day - she wants to give him some of the stuff he had to sacrifice for her when they were younger) and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he combusts.

He says you make a hot pirate! Jokes about plundering booty. You smile innocently and ask what he means by that and he starts stumbling over his words.

[binniesthighs]

dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung 

Genre: that good good smut 

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k 

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!} 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)  

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both. 

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.” 

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--” 

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!” 

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”  

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...” 

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like. 

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.” 

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?” 

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?” 

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?” 

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?” 

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light. 

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back. 

“i’m just repeating what you said!!” 

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen. 

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--” 

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--” 

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.” 

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.” 

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.” 

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.” 

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths. 

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can. 

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung. 

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for. 

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.” 

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual. 

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate. 

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?” 

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.” 

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?” 

“window of opportunity passed.” 

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.” 

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him. 

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?” 

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.”” 

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits. 

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.” 

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?” 

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.” 

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock. 

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.” 

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable. 

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders. 

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more. 

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly. 

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed. 

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.” 

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words. 

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.” 

“it’s only a couple of blocks--” 

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?” 

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.” 

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.” 

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--” 

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.” 

“me? sleep with you?” 

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.” 

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.” 

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting. 

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.” 

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.  

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing. 

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”  

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.” 

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake. 

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?” 

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.” 

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths. 

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours. 

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.” 

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?” 

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed. 

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs. 

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core. 

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief. 

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for. 

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you. 

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy. 

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?” 

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop. 

under the covers, his own legs twisted. 

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.  

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard. 

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake. 

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further. 

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle. 

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back. 

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own. 

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly. 

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you. 

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself. 

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did. 

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum. 

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.” 

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly. 

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?” 

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access. 

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.  

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it. 

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room. 

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?” 

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise. 

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure. 

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural. 

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it.  “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.” 

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened. 

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear. 

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell  as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand. 

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--” 

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!” 

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP 

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks. 

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened. 

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?” 

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...” 

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room. 

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.” 

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body. 

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real. 

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?” 

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?” 

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth. 

“i just...i just had this insane dream...” 

“dream? about what?” 

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed. 

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be. 

you leaned in closer, closing the gap. 

“it went something like this.” 

~🌹~

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Hellooooo, I absolutely adore your blog. I literally check your blog everyday for new stuff, your writing soothes my restless soul.

If you'd want to and have the time, could we get some jealous (and maybe a lil bit possessive) boys (preferrably like dutch, arthur or hosea) when reader has to turn up her charms for a job? xx If it's not your cup of tea I understand <3

Keep being you and have a great day!

ANON I LOVE THAT IDEA

The Mayor of Saint Denis was throwing a party and Angelo Bronte had invited Dutch to go. It was Hosea’s idea for you to come too, knowing that your charm and friendly demeanour would help you get useful information from the other guests. And so you, your sweetheart and some of the other fellers bought some fancy clothes and headed off to the party.

Arthur

Arthur knows the only reason you’re here and being polite is for the sake of the gang. You don’t actually want to be hanging around with all these high society folk, or at least he hopes you don’t.

Whenever Arthur sees you laugh at a joke or smile at another man, he can feel a small knot of jealous grow in his gut. He rolls his eyes and mumbles a few snarky comments. He doesn’t mean to but he can’t help himself.

 As ye leave the party, Arthur asks “Y’sure you don’t wanna stay, looks like you’re really enjoying yourself”. That night when you’re both back at camp and inside your tent, Arthur makes sure to please you.

 When you think back to this night, Arthur wants you to think of the two of ye in your tent, not the party. Afterwards while you’re both cuddling, he opens up about how he was feeling at the party and apologises for being rude.

Charles

Charles is a very relaxed guy. He understands that this is all part of the job. It's not like you wanted to charm all these people, it's something you were doing for the plan.

That doesn't mean he has to like it though. A part of him feels silly for getting jealous but seeing you smile and make each of the guests feel special gets under his skin. 

He stays close to you throughout the night in case you need some back-up. Charles wants to make sure he can be there for you within a second. Half of the time he's there, Charles is hoping neither of ye have to go to another one of these parties ever again.

When ye get back to camp, Charles gives you a big hug. Honestly, he was waiting to punch each and every person you talked to but he's glad he stayed calm and didn't act impulsively.

Dutch

Dutch is convinced he's stuck in a nightmare. What was he thinking making you go off and charm all these irrelevant people?! Looking back on it, he thinks it was a stupid plan but he won't admit that.

A mixture of annoyance and jealous builds in his stomach. He keeps a watchful eye on you as he goes around the party, making sure to know where you are at all times.

Eventually Dutch can't take it anymore and he wraps his arm around your waist. He stays with you for the rest of the party, making sure to give you kisses throughout the night so everyone knows you're with him.

When you enter his tent after the long night, Dutch's hands are immediately on your body. Dutch needs to touch every inch of you so be prepared for a longgg night.

John

John really didn't think he was the jealous type. He knew what your job was at the party but there was a massive difference in hearing that you're going to be charming people versus actually seeing you charm people.

John subtly follows you around the party and whenever an other guest flirts with you, John butts in and tells the guest they have something stuck in their teeth. As they quickly go to find a mirror, John mutters an insult about them before distancing himself for you again.

It's very obvious that John is jealous and on the ride back to camp, Arthur and Dutch make sure to tease him about it. He just huffs and rolls his eyes in response.

As ye settle down for the night, John says he's sorry for how he acted and that he knows he was being stupid. He needs a lot of cuddles and reassurance.

Micah

What kinda bullshit is this? There you are, all dressed up and looking like you should be one of those fancy cigarette cards but you have to talk to other people?

Micah's in a rage. He can't stand seeing you smile and laugh with these snobby jerks. Micah spends the majority of his time sulking around the party and pouting.

They're lucky security took everyone's weapons at the front door, otherwise Micah wouldn't shot every single person who spoke to you... yeah, he's quite possessive.

As the fireworks begin, Micah comes up next to you and tells you that Dutch need ye to go into the mansion to look for something. He leads you through the house until he stops in a quiet corridor. Yeah, Dutch didn't actually ask Micah to go look for anything, Micah just wants to fuck.

Hosea

Hosea’s done plenty of cons in the past. He knows how it goes and he knows that charming is the most efficient way to get information. Hosea's aware that this is a part of the job.

He trusts you too but Hosea's issue is with everyone else at the party. He doesn't trust them in the slightest. At first, Hosea tries to distract himself by talking to other guests and trying to get information on any upcoming stagecoaches or trains but he can't stop thinking about you.

Finally, Hosea thinks that Dutch's plan isn't worth it and decides to join you instead. He links arms with you and joins you in charming people. It's a lot easier that way cause you can both work together.

Deep down Hosea knows he joined you because he was feeling insecure and jealous but luckily it worked out well and he didn't even have to threaten anyone!

Javier

Javier doesn’t get jealous easily. At first he actually thought it was amusing that you had to charm the high class people of Saint Denis. He hoped that after you spent a few minutes charming people, that ye could spend the rest of the night together.

Unfortunately it wasn’t that simple and it was like more and more people wanted to talk to you. That was when Javier stopped seeing the amusing side of it and began to get more and more annoyed as the night dragged on.

Finally Javier snaps at someone after they interrupt him when he tried to talk to you. And now when people try to flirt with you, Javier pulls you in for a deep kiss so they get the hint and fuck off.

Javier tells Dutch that ye won’t be going back to camp and instead he pays for a hotel room for the night *wink wink*. Right now, Javier needs you and he wants to remind you of how great he can make you feel.

Bill

Bill is jealous within the first five minutes. You go up to the first guest and introduce yourself and Bill is already grumpy. He wandered over to Dutch a few times, asking if you need to be charming everyone and if he could alter the plan a little.

The last thing Bill wants to do is put the plan in jeopardy so instead of completely disrupting you, he hovers around where you are and tries to subtly listen to your conversation... or well, as subtly as Bill can be.

Slowly he edges his way into the conversation. The guests you're trying to charm, look over that the man who's awkwardly joined the conversation and who has a big cheesy smile on his face.

 Yeah your charm doesn't work great with Bill there too but it's sweet that he wants to stay close.

Sean

Sean acts cool. Yeah you go do your thing, Sean will gladly cheer you on. He was excited to wear a fancy suit and go to some high class party. Sean was convinced it'd be fun...

But then he actually sees you talking to a lot of other people and Sean starts to feel left out.

He tries to distract him by throwing the finger food into the fountain, stealing people's top hats, stacking the wine glasses on top of each other but Sean still looks over at you every few minutes.

When he was passing by you, Sean was convinced he heard someone flirting with you. Sean instantly jumps into action, trying to be intimidating and blurting out a couple of threats. Afterwards you lead Sean away and explain that the man was talking to his wife, not you.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

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Prompts: (I’ve never requested anything before, so I apologize if I’m not doing this right) Would you be willing to write something where Janus (nervously) goes to Remus because he wants to get clean from self-harm, but realizes that he needs help/can’t do it alone? - anon

If you’re still taking requests, can you write a side (preferably janus, but anyone works) having a pretty rough time and resorting to unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with it, and then one (or multiple) other sides help him? Love your works! - anon

Ah yes more of these. Y'all know what time it is!

CHECK POINT TIME MY DUDES~

unclench your jaw roll them shoulders back drink something go to the bathroom eat something look away from the screen for three goddamn CONSECUTIVE seconds

okay cool now you may proceed love you very much

Read on Ao3

Warnings: implied/referenced self-harm. Very brief description of scale removal

Pairings: platonic dukeceit

Word Count: 2187

It’s when Thomas catches him with one of his scales missing that he knows he needs this to stop.

The problem is that he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Not until it’s too late. One of his fingers will just…accidentally catch the wrong edge of a scale and then he’ll slip his fingers under it and pull and…off it pops.

Well, it doesn’t really pop off.

If he’s being honest—heh—it’s part of the reason he started wearing the gloves all the time, not just when he has to go and perform for the rest of them. If he could hide his nails beneath the fabric then maybe it would be more difficult to pop them off.

But the seams of the fabric are even better at snagging on the uneven scales. He swears they were built to find the little ones that didn’t sit quite right with the others. How wonderful.

Most of the time he can hide it.

Not all the time.

It’s when Thomas starts frowning at his hand halfway through filming a video that he snaps.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing, it’s just—“ he waves to the glove— “there’s a—you got something there, bud.”

Janus glances down and notices the stain.

Shit.

“I’m sure it’ll take you by surprise to know that Remus is far from the paragon of cleanliness,” he remarks dryly, waving the hand out of sight.

Virgil snorts. “Uh-huh.”

Roman rolls his eyes. “Did he at least use the plastic tarps I dropped off?”

“Oh, there were supposed to be tarps?”

“You know, that’s enough of an answer.”

The conversation steers back on track but Janus keeps his fist clenched out of sight.

Too close. Thomas is not allowed to know. Janus may not be able to hide as much as he would like from Thomas but this Thomas will not know.

And…alright, maybe the feeling of too-raw skin rubbing against the inside of the glove is getting a little unbearable.

Maybe the fact that he has to keep his face turned away at all times is starting to grate on his insecurity.

Maybe trying to stop picking at his hands makes it difficult to keep the gloves on even though they’re the only thing keeping him sane some of the time.

…maybe he needs help.

Janus looks down at his hands, shakily pulling on his gloves and standing. He glances in the mirror and winces. Even for him, he looks like he’s trying to hide something. He makes a point to avoid the living room at all costs.

Remus’s door is ajar but the room is dark. He glances up and down the corridor, maybe Remus has gone into the Imagination. Then the toilet down the hall flushes and he sighs.

“Don’t tell me,” he says as Remus emerges, “you’ve ruined your own bathroom again?”

“I wouldn’t say ruined,” Remus chortles, “it’s a masterpiece! I just can’t use much of it right now.”

“Thrilling, I’m sure everyone will be glad to hear it.”

Remus just waves him off. “What’s up, Jan-Jan, haven’t seen you in ages.”

Janus blinks. “You saw me ten minutes ago.”

He rolls his eyes. “The point, Jan, is that you don’t come around anymore and I’m bored.”

“Well, if you’re so easily bored…”

“Hey, nuh-uh, you just showed up, no leaving!”

He pretends that Remus dragging him into his room is the opposite of what he wanted.

“Take a seat,” Remus sings gleefully, plopping down onto the floor and wriggling around like a worm on a string. Not far off. “Talk to me!”

Janus sits, doing his best to avoid whatever that is and folding his hands. He drums his fingers nervously against each other.

“What’s going on, Jan-Jan,” Remus asks, and ah, Remus has figured out something is wrong, “are you okay?”

“I need your help,” he decides on eventually, “to hide something from Thomas.”

Remus quirks an eyebrow. “You know that’s not anywhere near my specialty right?”

“And here I thought you were the picture of subtlety.”

“What’re you trying to hide?”

Janus swallows. Then he shakily peels off the glove and offers his hand to Remus. Remus takes it, frowning at his face before he turns to examine the scales. He runs his thumb gently over the places where scales meet flesh and turns Janus’s hand over.

He sweeps a finger down the scales and his nail catches a rough one.

Janus flinches.

Remus’s eyes widen as he takes in the patchwork of missing scales and sucks in a breath. “…Jan?”

“Thomas can’t know,” Janus bites out, “I have to hide it.”

Remus fixes him with a look. “And what else?”

“What else?”

“No lies,” he reminds, harsh tone a sharp contrast to the gentle movement of his thumb on Janus’s hand, “that includes lies of omission.”

Janus’s hand twitches in Remus’s grasp and he takes a deep breath.

“I can’t stop it,” he whispers after a moment, “I need your help.”

“Okay.” Remus gives his hand a tug. “Come closer.”

Janus shuffles forward on the floor, shame burning his cheeks. Remus tuts and raises a hand to pat his face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Snakey,” he says quietly, “this is hard. Talking about it is hard for most people, it’s gonna be harder for you.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not perfect. It’s hard. And you lie.”

“A lot.”

“A lot,” Remus agrees, laying Janus’s scaled hand in his lap, “so it’s gonna be hard.”

Janus takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. “What do I do?”

“First off, stop looking like I’m about to have you executed by a pack of hyenas with machetes.” Remus raises an eyebrow. “I’m not mad at you, Snakey, and I don’t exactly have any authority over you.”

Janus huffs.

“Jan, look at me.”

Janus looks. Remus’s expression softens a little.

“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m not mad at you, it’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna deal with this. This is hard, this is mean. It’s okay.”

“…you don’t think I’m being a hypocrite?”

“If you are—I said if, bitch,” he says when Janus huffs again, “you’re far from the only one here and you’re far from being to blame for it.”

“What?”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Have you met the other people we live with?”

“…fair enough.”

Remus squeezes his hand. “It’s not gonna be easy, Jan, but it’s okay. I’m proud of you.”

Janus scoffs. “What on earth do you have to be proud of me for?”

“Okay first, don’t like the way you said ‘me,’ second, this is hard, Jan, admitting you need help and coming to find it? That’s not easy.”

Oh.

Janus swallows the lump in his throat and squeezes Remus’s hand back. “…so what do I do?”

“First, do you actually want to stop?”

Janus’s head snaps up. “What?”

Remus doesn’t waver. “Do you actually want to stop? ‘Cause this is only gonna work if you do.”

Does he want to stop?

It would be bad if Thomas found out. It would be bad if the others found out. He would have to deal with their looks and their whispers and he doesn’t want that.

If he grew all his scales back, if the scars faded, would it be like it never happened? Then he…then it would just be gone. He wouldn’t have it anymore. The scars hurt to get but something…something about them tugged on the string in his gut that made him feel safe.

Was that slight tug worth it?

Was it worth the gloves? The worry of someone finding out? The stinging showers? The look on Thomas’s face?

“…yeah,” he mumbles after a while, “yeah, I want to stop.”

“Okay.” Remus gives his hand another squeeze. “I’m real proud of you, you know that, right?”

“Alright, alright,” he mumbles, still ignoring the heat in his face, “that’s enough.”

Remus laughs and pulls him closer. “Gimme a hug, Jan.”

“Fine.”

Surely Remus can’t tell how much he really wants to hug him by how tightly all of the arms wrap around him. Remus chuckles into the crook of his neck and he definitely believes that Janus is being forced into this hug and there’s no way he’d be doing it on his own.

Remus definitely believes him.

“Hey, hey,” Remus murmurs, rubbing his back, and oh, he’s crying, “shh, Jan-Jan, it’s okay, I gotcha. You’re alright now, it’s okay.”

Janus turns his head into the crook of Remus’s neck. Remus is warm against his scales.

“It’s okay, I gotcha.” Remus squeezes him tighter. “You just sit here with me for a minute, ‘kay?”

They sit. For a while. Remus holds him close. It’s warm.

“Hey,” he mumbles after a while, “do you still wanna do the next part now, or do you wanna wait a little bit?”

Janus squeezes his eyes shut and pulls back. “We can do it now.”

“Okay.” Remus cups his hands in his lap and concentrates. Then a little glass jar appears. “Here.”

Janus takes it warily. “What is this for?”

“You. Now pick something you like. Something small that you can have a lot of. Eyeballs, old octopus suckers, paperclips, fuses, glue, wicks…you know, office supplies.”

Despite himself, Janus chuckles. “I forgot that was a Disney movie.”

Remus’s mouth falls open. “Oh, we are so watching that for movie night.”

“Is that tonight?”

“Think so.” He nudges Janus. “You got something?”

“…buttons?”

Remus grins and in a few moments, he holds a massive plastic bag of little buttons. “Like these?”

Janus nods.

“Great. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” He takes one of the buttons out of the bag. “Every day you can go without hurting yourself, you put one of these in the jar.”

The button clatters to the bottom of the jar.

“…that’s it?”

“Uh-huh. But if you break the streak you gotta take ‘em all out.”

“I see.” Janus looks into the jar. The lone button sits at the bottom. It looks so small. “Do I…do I get something if I fill up the jar?”

“Do you want to get something?”

He shrugs. “I’ve never been very good at the whole…self-imposed reward system. Because I can always just have it now and it’s fine.”

Remus snorts. “That sounds like you trying to give yourself deadlines and then being like ‘wait I know the guy who made these and he’s full of shit.’”

“Exactly.”

Remus nudges his shoulder. “Then don’t do that. Just set little goals to start with. Get one button. Then get another.”

“…one day at a time?”

“That’s how this shit works. Slow and steady wins the race.”

“You say as if turtle soup isn’t your favorite.”

“Turtle soup is a fucking delicacy, you whore.”

“You’ve been watching too much UNHhhh without me.”

“Then fucking watch it with me.”

“Thank you, Remus,” Janus mumbles, leaning his head on Remus’s shoulder, “I, um, I don’t know if I’m gonna be any good at this.”

“Be patient with yourself, Snakey, healing isn’t a linear process.”

“I know that…”

“But it never hurts to have someone else reassure you,” he murmurs, his breath warming the top of Janus’s head, “we’re here for you, Jan-Jan. You don’t have to tell us everything, just let us help you.”

Janus stiffens. “Do you think the others will…”

“They’ll ask if they worry—“

“Which they will.”

“—but they respect you, Jan,” Remus finishes, “and they’ll back off when you tell ‘em to. I’m sure you just have to tell them you’re working through some shit and they’ll ask if they can help in any way.”

“But I don’t have to tell them.”

“No, of course not.” Remus finds his hand and squeezes it. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

“So you’ve said.”

“But do you know it?”

Janus turns his head to let his forehead rest against Remus’s. “Yeah, Remus, I do.”

“Good. Now come on, the day’s almost over. Let’s get you to dinner and movie night and see if we can get you that first button.”

“They’ll agree to watch The Lost Empire, right?”

Remus gives him a look. “Logan loves Milo, don’t let him tell you different—“

Janus snorts.

“—Patton is happy to do anything that makes you happy—“

“Remus!”

“—Roman wants to watch Disney always, all the time—“

“True.”

“—and Virgil is always going to make fun of obvious villains that no one is surprised by.”

Janus can’t stop laughing and Remus wraps an arm around his waist.

“You’re gonna be fine, Jan,” he says softly, “we gotcha.”

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Body Pillow

Taehyung x Reader requested by anon (May) | 27.) First cuddle

Warnings: Literally fluff and gentle pining, drunken shenanigans 

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This is poorly edited, oh god. 

I give up on trying to teach myself what a drabble is, because idk if I’ll ever understand what it means to write a DRABBLE. Anyway this is hella overdue but I’m still working on these cuddle prompts! Hope anonnie May is still around to read this horrible mess 🥺💕

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Wow, you were getting sleepy.

It was the alcohol, no doubt about it, but for some reason this time getting tipsy felt a little different. Usually you were quite reserved and withdrawn when mixing alcohol and social interactions, but tonight it was just you, your roommate Jimin and his close group of friends having a pizza night in.

Well, after half a year of getting to know them they'd fast become friends of yours as well, but they were still a pack of loud, goofy college boys that drove you mad with their testosterone stink 90% of the time. You really did have to take them in small doses to begin with, but all seven were amazingly driven people through and through. You loved them for it, and honestly sometimes you really just needed to be in their presence to relax and de-stress.

Like right now, actually. 

You were drunker than usual, and it all had to do with the fact that you were relaxed. Carefree and laughing up a storm with the boys as they joked and hollered over whatever video game or story was being played out. For the first time in a while ... you could simply chill.

Yeah, chill out. Not zone the hell out.

You blinked harshly, eyes coming back into focus as a hand waved in front of your face cautiously, and all of a sudden a handsome view leaned into your field of vision. "Hellooo? You're so fucked honey." Taehyung chuckled, eyes crinkling in amusement as he shared a glance with Yoongi behind him.

"I'm- no way," you huffed, trying to downplay the way your cheeks were heating up at his proximity by slapping his hand away.

"Okay, but you're getting there." Yoongi stepped forward and nudged Taehyung back to reach for your plastic cup. "We know you're not used to having this much so just slow down, alright?"

Any other day you would've been frustrated at how the two boys seemed to baby you, but it was clear by their smiles that they were also getting some enjoyment out of it. In all honesty, you were having a great time and you had to admit that ruining it all by blacking out or making a mess was the last thing you wanted to do.

You'd still only known them all for a few months, so you didn't want to somehow damage the already comfortable relationships you'd built in such a short time.

"Okay, you're right." You let Yoongi lift the drink away from you, trying not to smile when Taehyung lightly chuckled again at the way you swayed in your seat. The other boys were already getting loud once more as Jungkook overtook Jimin in Mario Kart, the whooping and shouts of anger mostly coming from the remaining onlookers, Hobi, Namjoon and Seokjin.

You grabbed another slice of pizza from the table and stepped around Taehyung to reclaim your spot next to Jimin, feeling the younger's eyes burn into your back the entire way.

~

Thankfully, Yoongi and Tae had forced you to take a break at the perfect moment, because you were really feeling buzzed now. It was an oddly euphoric sensation, feeling the world spin ever so slightly with laughter falling from your lips for barely any reason at all. Why hadn't you done this with them sooner?

"A package? Well it's not for me..."

Your eyes flew open upon hearing Jimin hum from the front door, lightly slurred tone curious and confused. The rest of you who were gathered in the living room fell quiet as the murmurs of conversation between him and the delivery man came to an end.

There’s a package at the door?

Then your brain cells finally kicked into gear, because oh … it was also your door.

"Wait, it's mine then." You shakily tried to put your glass of water on the table to get up, and Namjoon tutted in disapproval while darting out a hand to steady your drunk form as you rose. The faces of the other boys swam in your vision for a moment since you'd been sitting down for what felt like ages, and it was genuinely hard not to snort out a laugh at the sight of Jungkook having six eyes.

"What is it?" Jimin asked as he rounded the corner with a large plastic parcel in hand, his plump cheeks very pink from the liquor and blown out cutely. Your focus came crashing back to the mysterious parcel in his small hands.

You tried to scour the corners of your buzzing mind but couldn't remember what you'd bought online for the life of you. You gently took the package from your roommate and squinted down at your name written on the label, earning muffled sounds of amusement from the rest of the guys watching you attempt to read. "I seriously forgot, but anyway let me open it..."

"Uh uh, no way," a scolding tone came from behind you when you reached for the scissors on the kitchen benchtop. You squeaked in surprise when Taehyung yanked them away from your grasp, and he darted to the side playfully before you could even think of chasing him up.

"Yeah, if anyone it'll be Tae using the scissors since he hasn't even had a drink." Hoseok laughed, poking your cheek when you grumbled and pouted.

The others went back to the game playing on the TV while you, Taehyung and Jimin stood around to open the package. It was incredibly soft underneath the plastic wrapping, and the more that was peeled away the more you remembered your spontaneous buy.

"Oh!" You pulled up the massive lump of lime green and white cotton, the largest smile breaking out onto your flushed face. "It's the wearable blanket I wanted!"

"Wearable ... what now?" Yoongi murmured from his spot on the couch.

"Blanket," you finished, and threw the long, heavy bundle of soft material over your head. It acted as a hoodie of sorts, only oversized to the absolute max. The warm buttery feeling of the wool against your skin had you melting on the spot in the best possible way.

"What's it like?" Taehyung murmured quietly when your eyes began to flutter shut in ecstasy, any hint of the chill in the air vanishing in an instant. He seemed to be gripped in a childlike fascination for how truly extra the item of clothing - or blanket? - was. You tried not to flush even more when he stepped closer to gently pinch some of the material between his long fingers, large wonderful eyes widening at the feeling.

"So soft, and warm," you hummed in response to his question, stepping away from him to sink back into the couch now that you were quite literally drowning in fluffy blanket-like fabric. Your hazy mind could barely comprehend anything that was happening around you now that you were reaching peak levels of comfort.

Taehyung followed you down, and you vaguely registered the dip in the couch cushion as he perched himself next to you. Your eyes were closed in pure bliss, but the brief aroma of his lavender lotion swimming around your head told you it was him. You could never mistake this addicting scent; you'd grown to like it way too much in these past few months.

Too bad you were too inebriated to really act on your small crush now, considering he was literally sitting beside you and giving his full, undivided attention for the first time ... ever, actually.

The following hour flew by, but you were still completely lost in the softness of your toasty hoodie-blanket hybrid. There was no doubt that the novelty would last a long time yet, seeing how Jimin would whine out of jealousy every ten minutes or so until you finally caved, letting him have a 'turn' for an entire 60 seconds before demanding it back.

It was cold, and you were a cuddly drunk...

As the boys continued with their game, you soon felt a slight pressure rest on your shoulder ever so slightly. You cracked one eye open to see a mop of black curls out of the corner of your eye, but the haziness flooding your brain meant you couldn't really feel as flustered as you would've - say a few hours ago.

Taehyung's fingers still fiddled with the thick fabric of your blanket-sleeve, but you could barely feel his touch through the sheer amount of wool in between your arm and his hand. Something about that bugged you, but you couldn't muster the energy to think any harder at this point.

"It's the softest thing I've ever felt," he commented, a small smile evident in the way his tone tapered off into a chuckle.

You sighed and sunk further into the bed of cotton surrounding you. "Yeah, won't last long though considering how much I'm gonna use it during winter. Make the most of it while you can, Tae."

His lips parted in slight shock. "Can I?" the boy asked in a low tone, but for what exactly you still weren't quite sure. You turned your head and blinked open both eyes drowsily, grateful that you'd managed to sober up enough by now that there weren't two of him floating around beside you.

Well, more like on you at this point. You took a quick glance at everyone else to see if they were aware, but nobody was looking, and you were sure nobody would even care. Taehyung was quite touchy with his friends and you'd definitely seen it on multiple occasions, but never with you.

Not yet anyway.

He seemed to take your pause as hesitation rather than confusion. "You just look so huggable all wrapped up in it. I wanna know if it's as warm as it looks, but it's okay I can give you some room." His eyes flickered away from your face for the first time and you instantly felt the absence of his lively gaze.

He wants to hug me!?

"No Taetae c'mon." You allowed the nickname you'd always wanted to use break free - a slip the tongue thanks to the alcohol coursing through your system - and opened up your arms to invite him closer. You watched his eyes light up again like a million stars in the night sky.

"Really?" He giggled, and the sound was so adorable paired with the way his lips formed that box-like shape as he smiled, but he spared you no time for a response.

You felt the air forcefully leave your lungs when he crawled over into your heavily padded arms, his own then wrapping themselves around your waist which was swathed in mounds of cotton. You could feel the way he gently buried his face into a place near your chest. Oh God, did he just nuzzle his way in even further?

Where did he end, and you begin? Your drunken mind couldn't really focus on one singular thought, but somehow you were even comfier than before. You brought your arms back down to rest around his broad shoulders and decided to savour this moment, because you sure as hell weren't going to be able to look him in the eye after tonight.

You weren’t even that close. You being nothing more than his best friend’s roommate, and him a newfound friend you might be harbouring the tiniest crush on, but tonight was different.

"So warm..." he murmured and tightened the hold of his arms, though now you wished you could feel more skin and less wool. You imagined what it might feel like, just you and him and nothing but a normal layer of clothes separating you as you cuddled on the couch. It caused a pleased sigh to float from your lips, and you heard Taehyung let out an amused chuckle in tandem.

Could he be thinking something similar? Hopefully?

"I guess I must feel like a massive teddy bear to you," you managed to say without slurring your words, too drunk on the feeling of warmth and comfort and blossoming affection shrouding your mind.

"Damn right you do, sweetheart."

Even in the midst of all the liquid courage circulating your body you felt your heart skip a beat at the deep, relaxed tone of his voice, not to mention the pet-name. He sat up straighter and pulled you along with him, the expression on his face completely blissed out as he hugged you tighter to his frame. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, and just hoped to God there was enough fabric there to muffle the clamour.

There you both sat, locked together and bundled up in the mounds of cotton that was your wearable blanket, all until you drifted off to the best drunk sleep you’d ever had. It was the first of many cuddles you would share, unbeknownst to you at the time, but with a giggling Seokjin using his phone to take a blurry video of you both and a snickering Jimin egging him on, it was easy to see how one thing would lead to another the next day.

Sometimes, it appeared the key to winning over a man's heart was to not only become a body pillow, but become his body pillow. 

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[tamakissimp]

headcanons- indestructable s/o

summary: they have a s/o with an indestructable quirk who likes to get into dangerous situations.

request: anon - HI! can you do some headcanons of Todoroki, bakugo and izuku having a s/o that have an indestructible quirks, they do crazy and dangerous stuff for fun. Like the boys are watching the news and see their s/o is surfing a massive wave during a hurricane.

characters: todorki, bakugou and izuku

warnings: dangerous situations, lightning, electricity, a knife, fluff, cursing

𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚 

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟟𝟙

He would be scared shitless, honestly. You're the one person he cares about and who he feels comfortable around so the moment he sees you doing dangerous stuff, he goes into protective mode.

He loves the smile on your face and how giddy you get from the adrenaline but he doesn't like how you only get so giddy in life-threatening situations.

You do a lot of dumb stuff. Running through walls, skydiving, running out and about during hurricanes.

Shoto won't show it, but he is always stressed out. While his face is stoic he is mentally freaking out.

"Get out," Shoto says. You ignore him by diving down under the water. Swimming in a rooftop pool during a thunderstorm is thrilling, to say the least. Shoto keeps his distance from the pool. All he wants to do is dive into the water and drag you out of the pool. But while you could take the potential electrocution, he can't.

You pop back above the water. You look up at Shoto with a goofy smile. While he tries to remain calm you can see the anxiety in his eyes. "Please, you'll catch a cold," he says. Sure, like that's the worse thing that can happen.

"But it's so nice," you whine. You look up at the sky. Thick clouds roll through the sky as the roaring thunder above you only grows tenfold. Lightning catches onto the building next to you.

Shoto's eyes grow wide as saucers as a pale, yellow light illuminates the rooftop. You look beautiful, angelic even. You look at peace in a situation that should send cold shivers up your spine.

"Get out of the pool. Come on," Shoto says. His voice grows more desperate. You dive under the cool water once again. His voice is barely audible under the thick water. You push yourself down until you’re sitting on the bottom of the pool.

Suddenly, lightning strikes down in the pool. Shoto's body grows rigged. He knows your fine, you always are. But situations like these always send panic through his body.

You pop up out of the water again. You swim over to the edge of the pool and push yourself out of it. Giggles fall over your lips. Your nerves are tingling from the electricity and your adrenaline is pumping through your veins. Shoto runs over you, grabs the towel you threw on the ground and wraps it around your body.

"That was awesome!" you say. Shoto drags you along with him he walks to the door leading inside the building.

"Don't do stupid shit like that again," he says. All you can do is nod and giggle some more. He knew you wouldn't stop. He wouldn't want you to stop when it brings you this much excitement. He just wants you to be more careful.

✨bonus✨

'Shoto," Izuku calls out. Shoto hums before turning around to look at his friend. His eyes grow once he catches sight of the television screen Izuku is looking at.

Shoto quickly stands up and walks closer to the screen. Both boys listen to the news reporter while staring at the screen.

'The storm is expected to last for another day. While people have been advised to stay inside, some have been seeking out the thrill of the storm," the voice says.

Images of warsh waves are displayed on the screen. Water crashed down onto itself. On top of the immense waves, you are surfing like you aren't in a life-threatening situation.

A smile is plastered on your face as you enjoy the cool breeze buzzing around you. "T-That's Y/n," Izuku says. Shoto nods. He grabs the remote from Izuku and turns the volume of the television up.

Shoto sits down on the couch standing in front of the television. "I wasn't expecting less of them," he says as he stares at the screen. A smile tugs on his lips at the sight of you smiling and carelessly riding the waves. God, you looked adorable when you smile.

𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟜𝟞

He pretends like he doesn't care much about your doings. He has to keep up his tough-guy act after all. But once you two are alone, he lets that all slip.

Bakugou tells you about his fears that one day your quirk won't be able to save you.

That being said though, he loves seeing you and Kirishima do dumb shit together.

Seeing the person he loves and his best friend run around like giggling toddlers even makes someone as grumpy as him smile. If anyone points it out though, he'll kill them.

"Do it again, do it again!" you say as you stand up from the ground. Laughs erupt through the air as you and Kirishima jump around Denki. The electric blond laughs along with you.

Denki holds out both hands and you and Kirishima both grab one. Waves of electricity roll through your bodies, sending you two flying backwards into the nearest wall. It stays silent for a bit before Kirishima sits up straight while laughing his ass off.

Bakugou sits in the corner of the room, eyeing you three. Seeing you get shocked over and over again makes his blood run cold but the laughs you let out afterwards make it all worth it. You turn your head towards him, eyes locking.

Another laugh falls off your lips while a blush dusts over Bakugou's cheeks. "Baku," you call out to him. "Baby, come over here!". Bakugou rolls his eyes and groans but gets up from his spot none the less. You stay seated on the ground, leaning against the now broken wall.

Bakugou stands in front of you, towering over you. He crouches down in front of you. "What?" he sneers. You reach a hand out towards him. He gets the note and grabs a hold of it and lifts you off the ground.

You wipe the dust off your pants before looking up at him with a goofy smile. "There's a storm tonight and Kiri and I are gonna go surfing," you say. No, that's dangerous, Bakugou thinks. "Wanna come with us?".

"Sure. Someone will have to look after you to idiots.". You just shake your head at him. You lay your hand on his cheek, pulling him towards you before placing a quick kiss on his lips. His body melts at your touch. The kiss lasts way to short for him.

Bakugou wants nothing more than to pull you back against his body and snuggle into you. But he won't do that in front of his friends so he lets you pull away. You ruffle his hair before running over to your other friends.

"Denki," you say. "I wanna go again!".

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟝𝟡𝟠

Saying that he hates it would be an understatement. Every time you do dangerous stuff, he cries. He doesn't want to but he does.

But at the same time, he doesn't want to stop you from doing the things you like. You don't stop him from being a hero while he breaks his bones every other day.

Izuku likes to be there when you go into dangerous situations, just to keep you save. When you want to run around during a hurricane, he is there with you. When you want to go swimming during a flood, he is there with you. When you want to surf during a tsunami, you bet your ass that he is there with you.

Afterwards, expect the endless amount of cuddles and affection. He doesn't care where or when he just wants to hold you.

Izuku's hand grips tightly onto yours. How the hell did you reel him into this? "Come on, 'Zuku," you say. If he wasn't so scared, he would blush at the nickname. "If he is actually real, you can catch him and be a hero.".

"Puppy, we're talking about a murderous villain here," he says. You just shrug at him. You slip your hand from his and opt to hold onto his arm instead.

You two walk through the dark for a bit. A comfortable silence hangs over you. Your thumb rubs soothing circles over his arm. It's quite ironic how a fearless UA student like him is more scared than you are.

All of a sudden, a hand jumps out and wraps you of off Izuku. You look up to see the villain. Huh, so he's real after all. You can see the outline of a knife in the hand of the villain.

Izuku screams out your name as the villain lifts the knife up. The knife gets pushed to your chest with an immense force, though it does nothing to you.

You look down at the knife. The point of bend sideways. Not even a bruise or dumb appeared on your skin. You let out a giggle at the confusions on the guys face. "What the fuck," the villain mutter.

He looks back up you. "It's my quirk, bitch," you say before decking him right on his jaw. He stumbles back, letting the now destroyed knife drop to the ground. You kick it away from him and land another hit on his face. The times, he gets knocked unconscious.

You give the guy a soft kick against his ribs. "That's for cutting up my favourite shirt," you say. You turn back around to look at Izuku. His body is shaking and his eyes are wide. He doesn't waste a second before running over to you and pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug.

"Puppy, a-are you okay? Did he h-hurt you? P-please, say you're alright," Izuku rambles. "Why d-did you do t-that? That was d-dangerous. You're n-not hurt, right? You're okay. You a-always are.".

You nod against his shoulder, lacing your fingers through his hair. His body softens as he hears giggles fall off your lips. "I'm okay. I'm not hurt," you say. Izuku nods before pulling away slightly.

His arms are still wrapped around you but he now uses on hand to grab his phone. "I'm calling Aizawa-Sensai. C-Can you sleep in my dorm t-tonight?" he asks.

You nod at him before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. "I'll sleep with you," you say. His cheeks heat up at the slightly provocative sentence. "Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.".

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A Marriage of Inconvenience (6)

overall pairing: mafia!jeno x mafia!oc

overall genre: angst | smut | fluff

warnings: language, mentions of violence + death, jeno threatening to kill hyuck, mentions of sex, explicit sex, angry/rough sex, choking, manhandling (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!!!), somnophilia, oral (fem. receiving), overstimulation, praise kink (kinda), moaning kink, crying during sex, i literally wrote fucking filth okay??

summary: when two mafia gangs decide to end their family feud after decades, your mother decides to give your hand away to marriage of their son, lee jeno. he seemed to hate you from the moment he laid his eyes on you, but could the resolution lead to something much more than a bride and groom?

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27 April

Despite your threat to leave nearly a week ago, you hadn’t left the palace since that moment—well, you hadn’t really taken a step out of your room other than to go to Jisung’s room, and Mark had so nicely guided you on a pathway from your room to his. You also hadn’t talked to Jeno since then, also considering that he was being a complete asshole to you from the moment you had even entered the house nearly two weeks ago. He was just that—an absolute asshole.

Jisung had been taken back to the Park mansion two days earlier, leaving you with a tight hug and a promise that you would indeed see him again, just to be ripped from your grip one more time. At least he had healed enough for the Parks to...not be completely suspicious to the point where they declared some war on the Lees, and it was good enough for him to be sent back. It wasn’t easy, staying in your room with absolutely nothing to do other than to sit by the window and enjoy the air, or listen to Mark talk about virtually nothing for hours. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his company, he was just so talkative to the point that you would zone out to the sound of his voice and focus on how your life could’ve been if you didn’t ever leave your home.

You didn’t know what you expected for Jeno to do, however: come visit you? apologize to you? maybe tell you that he’s sorry for being the main cause of your misery? But you hadn’t seen that handsome face of him for the past week, and only when you had briefly mentioned him to Mark, he had told you that Jeno’s birthday had passed on the twenty-third. And he hadn’t celebrated it in the least. You didn’t expect him, or any of the Lees to be celebrators of their birthdays, but Mark had insisted that this was just a Jeno thing: he never wanted to take note of the fact that he was born on that day.

Jeno, however, felt like a complete failure of a fiancee when he saw you storm out of his bedroom with tears and a broken voice, and he couldn’t even bring it up to himself to ask why the fuck he decided to explode on you as if everything was your fault. It really wasn’t, not even in the slightest, but he also couldn’t find anyone else to blame: his father? your father? both families? But he knew that he had fucked up when he saw someone as strong as you cry with real tears streaming down your face the way you did when Jisung lunged himself in front of a week earlier. And the worst part was, he wasn’t really much different from Taeyong, being the reason that you were shedding tears and being the cause of your pain. He felt like shit.

And maybe he deserved to feel like shit when he hesitated in front of your door every single time he built up the courage to actually go up to your room, and maybe he felt like shit when he sent Mark in there instead, to see how you were doing. Were you eating right? Were you feeling better? Were you recovering properly the way you were supposed to? He didn’t know why he wanted to know how you were doing, but he felt obligated in a way, obligated to keep you—safe.

Mark told him that you were—softer. Softer than the way you were when you first came to the palace, and he said that it was because of your brother; that your brother made you softer on the inside and messed with your emotions. Taeyong was smart in that way, emotionally manipulating you with your core weakness, family. You knew that you went soft whenever it came to Jisung, but you couldn’t help it anyway, seeing him hurt meant that it hurt you more, mentally and physically.  

It was around eight in the evening when Jeno decided for about the hundredth time that he had the courage to storm up to your room and apologize to you about being—a shitty person to you. He stood in front of your door again, a hand raised to knock but it never actually meeting the wood, hesitation going through his blood. What if she doesn’t want to talk to me? Obviously she wouldn’t, you were a fucking idiot towards her.

“You’re not backing out this time,” Jeno jumped from the sound of a familiar voice, double-taking on the owner of the sweet voice behind him. Donghyuck was standing behind him with his arms crossed, a slight smirk painting his face as he nodded towards your door. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you chicken out on actually going into her room for like—the past fucking week. Don’t be a pussy, Jeno...”

“I haven’t been chickening out,” he answered quietly, looking at the intricate door and then back to Donghyuck, his voice lacking any real confidence. “I just don’t want to be—rude or anything.”

“Rude? You’re worried about being rude, now?” He asked incredulously, the one eyebrow with a perfect slit raising as he leaned against the wall, the sound of voice increasing slightly until Jeno gave him a look. “Okay, okay. Just—get over yourself and apologize to her. She deserves it, you know. She’s a pretty one.” Donghyuck hummed thoughtfully after that, making his brother give him a pointed look. “I mean, just stating facts. She’s pretty, she’s got a pretty voice, and everything about her is—pretty.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” he growled softly, and Donghyuck put his hands up in mock defense, shaking his head. “She’s mine.” The words tasted familiar on his tongue, like they were meant to be there as he gave him another cocky look. “Don’t look at me like that, Hyuck. I’ll kill her if you even lay a hand on her.”

“Feisty, okay,” he punctuated the last word with a smack of his lips, pursing them carefully as he rolled his eyes. “Just listen. You were an ass, and she probably still thinks you’re an ass because you’re the only one here that can’t get over his massive ego. She’s not stupid, either, so don’t half-ass your apology. Get it over with and then eat her out, simple.”

Jeno could’ve spit out his water if he had any in his mouth. Donghyuck just shrugged after his words, as if he hadn’t just given his older brother some—sex advice? “She’ll definitely forgive you if you suck on her clit, okay? You’ve stressed the pretty girl out enough, so go make her cum a few times. Oh, and you might wanna close the door, these servants just walk in on their own accord these days.”

“Hyuck, if you don’t fucking shut up right now, I’m gonna choke you to death.”

“Kinky,” he wiggled his eyebrows, dodging Jeno’s hand as he lunged for the collar of his shirt. “Yikes! You might not want to show her that side yet, it’s a little too early. See ya!” He backed away from his grip, swaying down the hallway till the end turn, giving him a small wave, and then disappearing.

Suck on her clit...make her cum a few times. That doesn’t sound...that bad? His eyes fell back on your door, the one that he had been standing in front of for the past few days, never having the actual courage to give it a sharp knock and see your face again. But she probably doesn’t want to see me anyway. Hyuck’s right. I was an ass...and I kinda still am. Jeno raised up his hand again, resting it softly against the wood so it wouldn’t make a noise. Okay, on three.

One.

Two.

Three.

He left a sharp few hits to the wood, regretting it almost immediately with every single cell in his body. Shit, shit, shit, I should leave. Okay, fuck. You already knocked on the fucking door, Lee Jeno, you can’t leave now, she’s just gonna hate you even more. Fuck, did she hear it? Maybe I should—

“Mark?” Your voice was euphonious, the name of his older brother ringing through the room, though it was muffled from the distance that he heard it. “I said you don’t have to knock anymore, just come in.” His pursed his lips at your words. Mark’s been coming in without knocking?

Even though you were basically inviting him in, his feet didn’t move to his mind, staying planted. Suddenly, the ground looked very appealing to it. He never really seemed to realize how nicely the expensive wood floor looked against the walls and the door. Maybe he’d end this mafia business and just become an architect instead.

The door swung open, revealing your unsuspecting figure as you focused on Jeno’s face, your face falling as you realized who was finally outside of your door after what seemed like decades. “Oh...” You sounded disappointed to see him, which wasn’t necessarily the case for you. You were just—surprised. “You’re not...Mark,” you trailed off, looking away from him.

“Can I come in?”

He didn’t sound as harsh as he did when he spoke to you last, but you couldn’t let it deceive you this time. Your hand curled around the doorknob, getting ready the slam the door in his face eventually. “No.” You weren’t as firm as you wished to be, but that’s what the flat piece of wood of a door was for. You swung it forward, but Jeno’s foot stopped it first, halting it halfway through it’s motion.

“Please? I just want to talk...” He sounded desperate, your heart twisting at the sound. You shook your head in denial. Nope, I’m not letting him in again. I can’t let him in any longer. “Y/N, please.” There it is again, saying my name like that.

“Stop saying my name like that,” you muttered, still trying to close the door on him but failing. “Just go. Leave me alone.” You realized that you were sounding like a child, but you didn’t really care at this point. “Just go!”

Jeno already had a short temper, that was something that was obvious to almost everyone in that entire palace, and your stubbornness was annoying him by the second. All he wanted to do was set things right, apologize to you properly for being an asshole the entire time, but you weren’t quite making it easy for him. Well, he couldn’t really blame you, if you had done the same thing, he probably wouldn’t want to see you either. But it was prickling his nerves intently, annoying him from the way you were even refusing to hear him out.

“Y/N, just listen to me for one minute,” he tried to keep his voice level, to sound sane as you didn’t budge. “Y/N! Just listen to what I have to say!”

“Why should I listen to you?!” You snapped back, and you knew that you had hit a nerve of his when his tongue poked at his cheek, darting out to lick his lips shortly. For some reason, it made you oddly satisfied to piss him off, the urge to push him further down the road fueling you as you bit down on a smirk of pride. “You’re such a fucking prick, Lee Jeno!”

That did it. The foot that was holding the door with such patience was removed for a brief moment, only for him to kick it back with so much power that it startled you. He made his way in, nearly making you stumble backwards as he slammed it shut with a loud sound, grabbing your body and pinning you to the wood in less than a second. Your breath hitched as tried to squirm away from the tight grip he held on your wrists, but his eyes were pouring into you, bright will a newfound anger and...lust?

His hand went to cup your core the same time he attacked your lips, basically crashing them together so hard that you thought your mouth would bleed from the action. “I’m a prick?” He asked between kisses, nipping at your lip with his teeth as his eyes never left yours. “What? You like that?” The hand that was over your clothed pussy rubbed with an increasing friction, your strong demeanor falling as he did so. “You like it when I touch you there? Huh?”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it to him, you nodded your head, panting as you did so. “You are a prick, so fucking—selfish, fuck...” His hands had dipped past your jeans and panties, fingers roughly caressing your folds that were growing wet by the second. Your hands were grasping his forearms as he continued the fast paced motion, making you double over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he snarled, stopping momentarily to basically rip off your jeans, throwing them behind him as he yanked down your panties, leaving you bare to him. “You can’t even listen to me when I ask you to, so disobedient. I was trying to be fucking nice for once.”

“Shut up,” you pierced him with your gaze as you watched him kick off his own boxers, taking in the sight of his fully erect cock. “What? Is this why you came here? Because you fucked up with your words and now you’re so fucking hard for me?! You deserve it...” He thrusted into you, hard and raw as you let out a yelp of pain, your fingers digging into his arm as he started a brutal pace.

“Deserve what?” He mocked, grabbing you by the jaw to push your head back, moving forward to suck at your neck. “Deserve to be called a prick? You think you can talk to me like that?” You fisted a hand in his hair, pulling at the locks hard enough to elicit a moan from him. “You’re the one dripping all over the floor for me.”

“You’re not my father,” you scratched at his chest, trying not to let him know how good he was making you feel. “Fuck off, Jeno.”

He groaned at the sound of his name, pushing you even harder against the door as he thrusted impossibly deeper, making your entire body go limp as you wrapped your legs around his hips. You were trying to get ahold of yourself, to keep yourself grounded but the way he was fucking you so desperately made you lose your mind.

Jeno noticed your fucked out expression as he pulled back from your neck, feeling the hot skin under your shirt as he raked it upwards, grasping onto you tightly. You looked so good like that, so drunk on his cock that you couldn’t focus on anything but it. Oh, it just felt that good. “At least you‘ll fucking listen to me now,” he continued, hitting your sweet spot with such a force that had you crying out. “Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Good? Good was a fucking understatement of how it felt, the way his cock was dragging across your tightened walls, clenching over him every time his gruff voice hit your ear. He could tell you liked it—no—loved it, and he took it to his advantage, stilling with his cock buried deep inside of your pussy that your eyes fluttered open in response.

You tried bucking your hips, but his strength held you to the wall, driving you crazy. “You gonna listen to me like a good girl, now?” He asked, a little softer as his hand cupped at your cheek for a moment. You tried shying away but his grip was still there. “Answer me.”

“Just fuck me, Jeno,” you said breathlessly, arching your back to get him to move again. “Come on!”

He could’ve sworn you fucking whimpered when he thrusted deeply into you again, hitting your sweet spot as he stilled once again. “Don’t be greedy, princess. Listen to me.” The pet name caught your attention, the weakness of it seeping through as you nodded slowly. “Good girl, you like that? You like it when I praise you, don’t you?” You nodded again, this time falling completely into his hold as his fingers caressed your skin.

“I came here because I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a fucking prick. I’m sorry for treating you like shit from the literal moment I saw you. I’m sorry for trying to kill you, and I’m sorry for your brother getting shot. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really fucking sorry.” His breath fanned your face, bringing you back to reality for a moment to see his sincere expression. “And I’m not just saying this because you’re letting me fuck you against the door.”

You let out an unhumorous chuckle, “Yeah? I don’t believe you.” Now you were just trying to push his buttons. You could see how his eyes had changed from their sparkle of lust to something else as he spoke to you, but they changed back, and the hand on your cheek moved down to your neck instead. His fucking was hard as his fingers pressed at the sides of your throat, your moans now coming out choked.

“You’ll believe me when I’m done with you, princess,” he whispered into your ear, removing his hand just to slam you against the door again, the action knocking the breath out of you. “Look at you, so fucking helpless for my cock. Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” You couldn’t even answer his taunt, holding onto him for dear life as he pounded into you to your orgasm. You scratched down his back, letting out a loud moan as he drove you into overstimulation. He took you harder, his cock causing you oversensitiveness as you felt him chase after his own high. With a groan, he came, filling you up with his milky liquid as you threw your head back at the feeling of his cum inside of you.

Jeno pulled out his already softening dick, watching as his essence dripped out of your hole down your thighs, even decorating the wood underneath the two of you with the liquid. As he unwound your legs from around his hips, he set you back down on your two feet with ease, even though you stumbled into him anyway, clutching at his shirt desperately as he held you from falling. “That good, huh?”

“Fuck off, Jeno.”

28 April

“She came once?!” Donghyuck asked incredulously, pointing at Jeno accusingly as he rolled his eyes at his exaggeration. This was probably the third time he asked him with the same tone, completely baffled to the point where he was scoffing in disbelief. “What about ‘make her cum a few times’ did you not fucking understand?!”

“She pissed me off, okay! I just got—too into the moment and took her against the door, but I think she liked it...” He trailed off, remembering how you had looked at him with those huge gleaming eyes of yours, begging silently for him to fuck you into oblivion while he was attempting to apologize. “But, er—I did apologize.”

“And? How’d she take that?”

Jeno blinked, the only memory coming back to him being your answer in order to rile him up into stuffing you with his cock again. He looked sheepishly over at his brother, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, well. She told me she didn’t believe me so I just made her cum.” Donghyuck didn’t seem impressed. “What?! Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?” He crossed his arms, sighing dramatically. “Like you just fucked your fiancee after I told you to act like a sane person and apologize with your mouth?”

“No! Like I did something wrong!”

“Uh, um, well. You fucked your fiancee after I told you to act like a sane person and apologize with your mouth, and you left her to an empty room in the morning to come and fucking talk to me?! How do you expect her to forgive you after that? Or worse, how do you expect her to let you fuck her after that?!”

“Wow, priorities,” Jeno rolled his eyes at his brother’s words, leaning back against his bed. “And I didn’t leave her like that! I did the aftercare shit and I was there the whole night, you know, and I like hugged her and shit. It was cute...you know?”

Donghyuck massaged his forehead. “Cuddling, Jeno. It’s called cuddling. Get your endearment terms together and maybe you can work this thing out with her. Have you ever dated before?”

“Er—no?”

“Yeah, that explains a lot.” He shuffled forward, crossing his legs as if he was about to start lecturing Jeno about the theory of relativity. “So, rule number one. You don’t fuck for forgiveness. It doesn’t work like that. Two, you can’t just fuck her all the time. And three, if you don’t go back to her room and make her cum at least three times, I’ll do it myself. And yes! That’s a fucking threat, brother!”

“You just said I shouldn’t fuck for forgiveness, Hyuck. And I already told you that I’ll kill you if you even dare to touch her—I’m gonna narrow it down to look at her.” Donghyuck didn’t seem fazed by the weak threat, but slapped his thigh instead, startling him. “What was that for?”

“Do you like her?”

“I’m engaged to her.”

“That doesn’t answer the question, jackass.”

“Yes, fuck. Yeah, I like her.”

He grabbed Jeno by the arm, pushing him off the bed as he continued to move towards the door, eventually throwing him out of the room. “So go fucking tell her that, you idiot. And don’t come into my room until you’ve made her cum three times.”

You woke up with a tingling sensation from between your legs, your entire mind in a haze as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, sending too many signals to your brain that you were flooded from the feeling. You didn’t understand what was happening, but as your eyes finally fluttered open to a sight of bright hair between your legs, oh, you knew exactly what was happening.

Jeno was lapping at your folds like a small dog, his tongue swirling over your skin slowly until he noticed you were waking up. He didn’t stop, however, his hands moving to throw your legs over his shoulders before he sent you a silent wink, burying his tongue into your heat again. Your heart jumped, jumped out of your fucking chest when you felt the wet muscle at your most sensitive area, your body responding so quickly with an arch of your back. If this was Jeno’s first time ever giving oral, you wouldn’t have known, considering it was most definitely the first time someone had ever put their mouth on you in such an intimate fashion. He didn’t quite know what he was doing either, considering that he actually hadn’t done this before, but your responses were fueling him to continue.

He stopped momentarily to rub your inner thighs, looking at you with widened eyes as he saw you biting at your lip, your eyes barely open as he moved his finger against your clit instead. “Good morning, princess,” he wouldn’t have found the moment any hotter if you hadn’t came from the sound of his raspy morning voice, a cry ripping from your throat as you felt yourself flush in embarrassment. Jeno, however, was impressed. “Oh my god. You just came. Did you just cum from my voice?” He asked with curiosity, but he knew the answer was yes when you tried to close your legs. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Jeno felt his ego soar from that, noticing that you were so affected by him as he pressed his lips against your core again, watching as you cried out from the sensitivity. Though he hadn’t ever tasted a pussy before yours, he was sure that it couldn’t get any sweeter. You tasted so good, so wet and fulfilling for him as he practically made out with your clit. The sparks going through your body were way too much, nearly sending you out of this world as you laced your fingers through his hair again, grabbing on something to keep you sane.

Yet, it didn’t keep you sane in the same way, not from the way you heard the lewd sounds coming from between your legs, filling up the entire bedroom along with your voice. He was doing so good, his jaw moving so rapidly that you couldn’t even think about anything else. Nothing but Jeno, Jeno, Jeno. He paused to move down to your hole, teasing his tongue at the entrance before adjusting his grasp on your thighs and easing himself inside. You swore loudly, his name tumbling from your mouth without a second thought as you came again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

You’ve never felt this good in your entire life before, that was absolutely sure, and you especially knew it when Jeno didn’t even hesitate to continue fucking his tongue into you, making you writhe in the sheets. He was groaning from every time you cried out his name in desperation, the vibrations making you go feral as you came for the third time, tears streaming down your face as it happened.

His hands held a tight grip to your thighs as he didn’t even stop, and you cried out loudly, “Jeno, I can’t, please!” Hands ran up your body, soothing you with sweet nothings as he gave you a small break. You felt him press wet kisses to your lower abdomen, feathering them back down to between your legs once again.

“Just once more, princess,” he cooed, the voice sending shivers through your whole body as it he let out a breath against your clit. “Please? You taste so good, I can’t get enough of you. Just one more time, okay? Once more? Please?”

You fell into his grasp again, his tongue sending you into another universe as he drew soft circles of comfort into your inner thighs. The motion just had you ten times more sensitive than earlier, so much more responsive that you were when he decided to wake you up with that pretty mouth of his. That was it, his mouth was absolutely pretty. It worked so well, bringing your over the edge without a doubt, his lips turning swollen but pleasurably so as he looked up at you every so often to see your reaction. Your folds were still glistening from his saliva and your reoccurring arousal, and the amount of times that he had heard his name fall from your sweet, sweet mouth were uncountable.

You bucked your hips into his mouth as you came for the fourth time, soft sobs filling the room as you felt the wave pass over your body in an overwhelming crash. It was too much, way too much at once but it felt so good at the same time. Jeno finally removed himself from his position, letting you take a good look at him with his face covered in your juices. You threw your head back again, your chest heaving as you sobbed in absolute pleasure, the sight of your fiancee sending your emotions sky high.

“Oh my god,” he settled down next to you, pulling the comforter over both of your bodies before he wiped the tears from your face, his own expression during concerned. “Did that hurt? Please tell me that I didn’t hurt you.” You shook your head immediately, raising your hand to grasp his wrist weakly. “Did you like it? Did I do good?” He asked, his eyes searching yours as a way of needing approval. “Did I make you feel good?”

You didn’t know why you were crying, maybe it was the way you felt so intimately connected with him, maybe it was the way that his mouth had made you feel, maybe it was the way you felt so vulnerable under his control, or maybe it was the way that you felt your heart leap with just a simple glance to Jeno’s pleading eyes. But you took a single chance, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

“Yes.”

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I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN A DAY, anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed that because it was f i l t h and i don’t think i’ve ever written so much fucking smut in one post. anyway, there is only one more part after this and an epilogue!! :) love you babes <3 don’t expect...to much angst after this, but i can’t promise anything ;))

[jouretnuit-nightandday]

From your last prompt can you write a bit about the party they went to?? Like is it there first kiss Ect

Hi Anon, sure! Here’s a little prequel to this post. 

This is the most boring party Fatin’s ever attended. She’s not even sure it qualifies as a party, honestly. Where’s the excitement, the energy, the glamorous outfits? The dancing and laughter? The fun? All she sees are old white people in bland yet probably super expensive clothes sipping from their champagne glasses, and her fellow Juilliard classmates wandering around, stuffing themselves with canapés and trying to catch the attention of their favorite professors by saying something witty at just the right moment, while an honestly uninspired rendition of Chopin’s Nocturne plays softly in the background.

This is so not what she was expecting when she moved to New York. Fatin's not an idiot, she knew there’d be a fair amount of studying and practicing involved, but she thought at least the party scene would be fun. But she’s barely had time to explore Manhattan’s clubs, and all the Juilliard parties have been… disappointing. She’s supposed to take this opportunity to mingle, get to know her classmates, impress her professors, meet a rich benefactor - in one word, network. But she is so fucking bored. 

Disgruntled, and making absolutely no effort to smile, Fatin starts making her way towards a group of students arguing about something that’s sure to be captivating - at least one of the guys is fantastically dressed, and though she’s pretty sure he’s gay and won’t be interested in a quick fuck, she’s hoping he’ll be less of a bore than the rest - when suddenly someone taps her on the shoulder, from behind. She swivels around, expecting one of the girls from her dorm, or - God forbid - her faculty advisor. 

“Leah!” she exclaims, instead, and blinks, incredulous. Maybe her friend is an apparition, a mirage produced by her entertainment-deprived brain. 

But no, it is in fact Leah, in the flesh, smiling at her. “Hey,” is all Leah has time to let out, before Fatin wraps her in a fierce hug. “Oh my God, you actually came! Thank fuck.”

“Of course I came, you invited me,” Leah mumbles, sounding amused. 

Fatin lets Leah go, and peers at her, raising one eyebrow. “Girl, you’ve literally stood me up the last five times I’ve invited you to go out. Don’t act like I’m not allowed to be surprised.”

Leah rolls her eyes. “I didn’t stand you up, I just said I couldn’t come. I don’t know if you’re aware, but --”

“You’re a sophomore at NYU and you have a lot of work, blablabla,” Fatin interrupts, with a dismissive little wave of the hand.”Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” She grins at the grumpy face Leah makes. “You got here just in time: this party fucking sucks. There’s literally no-one interesting, and they won’t serve you alcohol if you’re under twenty-one.”

“Sounds like a good time to let you know I’ve got rhum in my purse,” Leah says, in a conspiratorial tone. 

“Oh, Leah,” Fatin says, “I could kiss you right now. With a little tongue, even.”

Leah’s cheeks redden, as they always do when Fatin flirts with her, and as she crosses her arms against her chest, it draws Fatin’s gaze to the rest of her. She lets out a little whistle. “Dude, you look hot. That dress is perfect on you.”

“Thanks,” Leah replies, still blushing. “You look nice too.”

“Nice?” Fatin repeats, offended.

“Sorry,” Leah amends, in a drier tone. “You are the most fuckable person at this social event.”

“There we go. Thanks, babe.” Fatin winks, and grabs Leah’s hand. “Alright, let’s go somewhere private and have a look at that purse of yours.”

They escape the main gallery, giggling as they hurry up the stairs and find refuge in a small side room that must serve as an administrative office during the day: there’s a very large desk, and chairs, and a set of dusty shelves. They both sit - Leah on the chair, Fatin on the desk - and Leah takes out a flask from her purse, twists the cap off, and takes a long sip. Fatin watches with interest as the movement leaves Leah’s throat curved and exposed ; her eyes follow the lines of Leah’s collarbones peeking from under her dress, the shape of Leah’s lips around the mouth of the flask. When it’s her turn to drink, the rhum pools, warm, a bit dangerous, at the bottom of Fatin’s stomach, and she glances at Leah’s face again, at her eyes, strikingly blue, framed by dark hair. It’s not the first time she notices how pretty Leah is ; they’ve known each other since high school, though they only really became friends after they both moved to New York for college. 

“I’m glad you came,” Fatin says, softly, a bit more earnestly than she intended.

“That’s what she said,” says Leah, and Fatin almost chokes on her second mouthful of rhum. 

She laughs, passing the flask back to Leah. “Oh, I’ve taught you well. I’m so proud.”

Leah, smiling, puts the flask inside her purse. “Should we go back downstairs?”

Fatin is about to answer when, suddenly, voices resonate in the hallway, right by the door. “Shit,” Fatin murmurs, because they are most definitely not supposed to be here. “Get under the desk.” The two of them scramble on their hands and knees under the massive desk of polished wood, and Fatin has the presence of mind to drag Leah’s purse under there as well just as the door opens. 

“-- believe he wants these documents right now, this really could have waited till morning,” says someone, sounding extremely irritated, and tired.

“You know how he is,” a second person answers, which Fatin recognizes as one of the music division’s secretaries. Oh, God, she’s in so much trouble. “You got them?”

“Give me a minute.”

Leah and Fatin don’t move an inch, as they listen, barely breathing, to someone rummaging through the shelves. Leah’s fingers are tight around Fatin’s hand, and they’re huddling so close to each other, Fatin swears she can hear Leah’s heart pounding, hard and fast, inside her chest. 

“Got it. Let’s go.” Footsteps retreat, the door closes, the voices fade away. Fatin lets out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck, that was terrifying,” she whispers. She turns her head, minutely, and Leah‘s face is right there, so close they could be touching, so close she smells the rhum on Leah’s breath. Leah’s eyes are wide, and she’s staring right at Fatin, her cheeks pink. Fatin’s gaze drops to Leah’s lips. 

“Leah,” she exhales, and before she can say anything else, Leah surges forward and kisses her, both hands cupping Fatin’s face. Fatin threads her fingers in the silky mass of Leah’s hair, and kisses her back.

When they part for air, Fatin traces the wet, enticing line of Leah’s lower lip with her thumb, and smiles. “You’re full of surprises, Leah Rilke. I would not have pegged you for a girl who enjoys making-out under a desk.”

Leah laughs, and it’s the most beautiful sound Fatin’s ever heard. “I mean, I can’t say I’ve ever done it before, but, when in Rome...

“Hm. Well, I have a very comfortable bed, and a roommate who definitely won’t be in tonight. Do you wanna get out of here?” Fatin asks. She holds out a hand.

Leah takes it. “Lead the way .”

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here is a gra fic! (srry for the delay i took to send it :)

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Pairing: 90s graham coxon x reader

Word count: 2.516

Warnings: smut (dom!graham, eating out)

Requested by anon x

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I had gotten so used, and emotionally attached, to these warm summer days. The festivals were definitely my favorite gigs of the tour. The rays of sunshine felt heavy on my skin as we tried to hide away in any shade we could find on the massive field. The tents were like saunas, so everyone was out and about with beers that they desperately tried to keep cold. I felt lucky traveling with one of the artists, meaning we had access to a tour bus with ac. I still preferred being out here with all the people though.

I stood with Damon and Graham and watched as three girls were desperately trying to flirt with them. I tried to work out whether or not Damon would potentially go for either of them. They didn’t seem like his type and he didn’t look very impressed or intrigued.

I tried to contain myself every time the girls switched focus from Damon to Graham for a while. I really didn’t want to be the one to chime in and remind them that he was taken. It turned out I didn’t have to step in, though, because Graham put his hand around my shoulders and pulled me in to a tight side hug when one of the girls got closer with him. I didn’t mind that his tight embrace was making my body even hotter because I enjoyed seeing the excited spark in the girl’s eyes die and turn into jealousy. Hey, it wasn’t my fault Graham had picked me and wasn’t willing to give me up for a mediocre shag with a young fan.

The heat on my skin was suddenly challenged by a stinging cold sensation on my upper arm. I knew without even looking that it was a water balloon. I was confused as I looked in the direction it came from, along with all three girls, Graham and Damon. I was less taken aback, but still confused, when I saw Alex approaching us with two water balloons in his left hand. Dave followed behind him with several ones in his hands and a lit cigarette between his lips. They were both wearing devilish grins.

“That was actually pretty nice, thank you,” I laughed. My arm felt nicely cooled down, apart from the spot where Graham’s hot hand was still holding.

“You were supposed to get angry and fight me,” Alex complained. He began to juggle the remaining balloons in his hands and detected his next target.

“Where’d you even get them?” Damon asked with a lazy laugh as he took a sip from his beer and licked his lips.

Alex and Dave both pointed behind them. I couldn’t see exactly where they were pointing but I assumed it was a tent far away with people who randomly had provided them with water balloons.

“I know who’s gonna wanna fight us,” Alex said and his eyes moved to beside me.

“Yeah, I will and I’m gonna win,” Graham huffed warningly. Alex just found his reaction exciting and he immediately chucked one of the balloons at Graham. It hit him on his shoulder and splashed all over him. A few drops even landed on my face.

Graham was quick to let go of me and run after Alex. I grabbed a tighter grip around the water bottle in my left hand and Damon’s arm in my right as I followed them.

“Oh my god, you’re all children,” Damon laughed and pretended to be bothered but I knew he actually found it funny. He tried to not spill the beer in his hand as I jogged after the other boys and still pulled on his arm.

I finally discovered where they’d gotten the balloons from as they stopped and the war broke out in that exact spot. I snuck past all of them and grabbed one. My target was Alex.

I threw it hard from a close distance and it broke on his back. He jumped and turned around, only to be met with my cocky laugh.

“Oh now you want to fight?” He asked. Neither of us had any balloons left to throw and neither of us dared to bend down to grab one, for whatever reason. We were caught in a ridiculous dead end as neither of us wanted to disregard our dominant positions opposite each other. We began laughing lightly at the situation we’d put ourselves in and chuckled at the absurdity of the fact that no one dared to pick up a water balloon.

Our dead end situation was short lived as Alex and I both got hit with several balloons at once. We spun around to see why everyone had suddenly turned on us. There they stood, Damon, Dave and Graham, all with cocky smirks and a few balloons still in their hands. Dave’s t-shirt was completely soaked through and Damon’s hair was slicked to his forehead while his shirtless torso was stained with small water beads. Graham’s hair was still dry and perfectly fluffy around his pretty face. It bothered me that he had been so good at avoiding getting hit. I figured I had to do something about that.

“Graham,” I said and he looked at me. He still managed to juggle a bottle of beer and a cigarette in his right hand, which annoyed me even more.

“Your hair still looks very good,” I mumbled and walked over to him as I unscrewed the cap of my water bottle.

“Thank you,” he sneered. I knew he saw something coming but he couldn’t tell what.

“Way too good,” I decided and stood up on the tip of my toes to empty my entire bottle of water over his head. He gasped and closed his eyes as the water trickled through his lashes and soaked his head. He looked so cute with his dark hair sticking to his forehead and barely being able to see from under it.

He huffed and raised one of his balloons. He held it right under my chin and I watched him break it in his strong hand. I, too, gasped as the cold water soaked through my top all down my chest.

Graham smirked and inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, and pushed both his fringe out of his face and his glasses back to the root of his nose in one swift movement. I couldn’t deny how hot he looked. I stole the cigarette from his fingers and breathed in a deep inhale. He smirked even wider at the sight and placed his index finger under my chin. He pressed his lips against mine in a slow kiss before I could exhale.

“Wet shirts look good on you,” Graham whispered, sounding surprised.

“Why is that such a surprise?” I laughed and exhaled the smoke in his face.

“It’s not. I never doubted they would,” he said honestly. The pure admiration in his eyes made me believe him.

He kissed me again and his tongue met mine. The drops of water on Graham’s face had already started to sink into his hot pale skin again. It was odd how several weeks of sunshine had barely affected his skintone at all. I loved his pale face and how he would sometimes gain a bit of a red tint on the apples of cheeks when he’d spent too much time in the sun.

Oh, and his hand! It completely shattered every thought in my head as it felt its way up my ribs and stopped on the underside of my breast. He waited a second before massaging it in his hand. I wanted nothing else but for him to keep touching me with his divine hands, but I had to be the sensible one and recognise that there were people staring at us.

“Graham,” I whispered in his ear and giggled softly. He knew exactly what I was going to say.

“My bunk is uncomfortable, but we’ve made it work before,” he said bluntly, his face in my neck. I don’t know why I gasped at his proposition, I had been expecting it ever since the first kiss a few moments ago.

I smirked even though he couldn’t see it. I had nothing to say, so instead I pulled on his arm and steered him in the direction of the bus. My heartbeat got louder and faster with every step we took. I couldn’t wait to have his hands back on me again.

“Hey!” I heard Damon yell behind us. I didn’t want to believe it was directed at us but I knew it was.

“I have to change my shirt,” I lied and shrugged playfully as I turned around to look at him. Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what we were up to.

“Please stay in your bunk,” he huffed and turned to look at Graham with an annoyed and borderline disgusted expression. Graham laughed and decided he, too, was too impatient to continue the conversation with Damon. He turned around again and now he was the one pulling my arm.

When entering the bus, we both prayed it would be empty. Thankfully it was. Graham’s hands were immediately back on me before we were even close to his bunk. I pushed on his chest and walked with him towards the back of the bus.

“I miss our bed,” Graham whined and I laughed against his lips before he stopped kissing me and he placed me down on the edge of his bunk. It was a tight space but, like Graham had said, we had made it work before.

“I know,” I chuckled and held the part of his shirt that was still dry up to kiss his stomach. Graham quickly helped me out by tearing the shirt off completely and letting it fall to the floor next to him. I let my hands wander up his torso and I felt the coldness of his damp skin around his shoulder where the first balloon had hit him.

I hooked my fingers into his jeans and pulled them down a bit to kiss more of his skin, but he didn’t let me. I was confused as he squatted down and gave my jaw a few kisses. He cupped my breasts again and this time there was, thankfully, no reason for me to stop him. Graham tried to remove the already tight top and we both giggled as he struggled, with how wet it was. Finally it was off and he was quick to unclasp my bra as well. We were now both topless and he gave my body a light push backwards. As I stared up in the ceiling of his bunk and his lips found my lower stomach, I realised what he was doing.

Graham pulled my denim shorts off much smoother as they were not as soaked as my top. His beautiful plump lips kissed on the outside of my underwear and his warm hands held my thighs apart.

“Graham,” I breathed. I was already impatient and the fact that I couldn’t feel his lips directly on me was just making it worse.

He hummed sheepishly and kissed my inner thighs instead. Water from his hair travelled onto my skin and it made me shudder with goosebumps all over my legs. I squirmed again and reached for his head. I grabbed a chunk of his dripping hair and pulled him back to where I needed him the most.

“Please,” I kept begging. Finally it helped, and he pulled my underwear to the side. I tried my best to see what he was doing but it was hard as my head was in the dark corner of his bunk. I managed to catch a glimpse of him licking his lips before he kissed my clit again. This time I felt his wet lips on me and I couldn’t hold my head up any longer. It collapsed into his pillow again and all I could do was lock my eyes shut as I felt his skilled lips and tongue work wonders on me.

“You taste so good,” Graham mumbled and pushed my hand away from its grip around his hair. He found my other hand as well and intertwined my fingers with his softly, pressing our interlocked hands down in the mattress as he buried his face deeper in my wetness. He sucked and licked and kissed with such skills and with such a perfect mouth, I could barely control my wimpy moans.

“You sound amazing… makes me so hard,” he muttered. His voice rumbled through my entire body and I shivered at his words.

“I think,” he singsonged and took his head away to look at my body. “I want you to come around my cock instead.”

“Yes,” I breathed. It turned into a gasp as Graham wrapped his large hands around my waist and pulled me towards him off the bed. I stood up and I immediately touched his cheeks again and kissed his lips, tasting myself on them. While we kissed he pulled his jeans and boxers down and spun our bodies around so that his back was facing the bunk. With a few awkward giggles and a lot of impatient heavy breathing we were finally both in the bunk. My chest was almost completely pressed to his and I was straddling his hips. I didn’t mind the tight space too much, as it meant we had to be super close and that’s something I absolutely loved.

Graham guided his tip to my entrance and I looked into his eyes under the damp fringe as I sat down on him. I held myself up by my elbows on both sides of his head and began to move my hips over him.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered with such a beautiful breathy voice. I smiled and kissed his lips. Our tongues instantly found each other and were just as much intertwined and in sync as the rest of us. My hair fell around our faces and his hair occasionally stuck to my forehead as it was soaked from the water and we both getting sweatier by the minute.

The closer we got to our highs, the harder it was to keep kissing. Eventually our foreheads were just pressed together and our mouths grazing each other. We both moaned and our breaths could barely escape our lips before they were combined into one.

“Graham,” I moaned. “I’m so close..”

His hands moved to my lower back and held me gently, spreading even more warmth throughout my already sweaty body. I sank down further on him and my face fell from his to beside his head as I twitched through an amazing orgasm. Feeling my walls clench around him pushed Graham over the edge as well and he held my hips down as he came inside me with a few exhausted moans. I grinded on him lazily a few more times and I kissed him again. I couldn’t believe how good beer, cigarettes and sweat could taste just by being on Graham’s pretty lips.

OMG THIS ONE AHBSNSBSBSB its so obvious that i started writing the first part of this about alex but then switched it to gra hahahahahha

thank you!!! <3