#and scampering sounds 🥺

[dirtyvulture]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Jealous Alpha Nat x Clueless Omega Reader 

Semi-public sex, claiming/knotting/breeding. Please, and thanks to you, God of Lust. 

AN: I accidentally made Nat beefy even though you didn’t ask for it. 🥺 I hope you don’t mind, anon! Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping brainstorm this one.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to spot you?” Natasha asks for what you feel is the thousandth time.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I’ll only be using the ten-pound weights anyway,” you respond, a little annoyed at how oveprotective she can be sometimes. 

“Well, I’ll be right over here if you need me.” Natasha parts with a kiss on your forehead before going over to her favorite exercise, the bench press. You weren’t much of a fan yourself, so you grab a pair of dumbbells and stand in front of the mirror. 

You hear the gym door open as you’re in the middle of your set of curls, but you don’t think much of it. You can see Natasha in the reflection of the mirror, balancing a barbell with two times your weight on it and you pause to admire the impressive flexing of her arms as she brings down the bar to bounce off her chest.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You snap out of your ogling to find Sam Wilson standing behind you with a wide grin on his face.

“Huh? Oh, hi, Sam.”

“Need some help with your workout?” he asks, boldly putting his hand on your shoulder and steering you toward an empty bench. 

“Um, not really.”

“Come on, I can show you some new moves. It’ll really diversify your workout.” He sounds so earnest, you don’t want to deny him the opportunity. Plus, it’s just Sam and he’s completely harmless, and you’re where Natasha can see you if anything goes south.

“Okay fine,” you relent, watching as he adjusts the bench so you can sit up and rest your back on it. 

“Have you done shoulder presses before?” Sam asks as you take a seat. He stands behind you. 

“Uh, these?” You bend your arms and press them up.

“Yeah! Just add some weight to it.” Sam hands you your dumbbells. 

You start your first set, not struggling too much with the weight. Sam holds his hands under your triceps, following your range of motion in case you can’t complete a rep. 

After you finish your first set of 12, you go into your second set, although your arms are already tired. Sam’s hands brush the undersides of your triceps more than once.

“Come on, Y/N. You got this. Push, push, push.”

“Phew,” you pant, dropping your dumbbells to the floor and shaking the ache out in your arms.

“Those are too easy,” Sam says, going over to the rack and picking up a pair of 15 pound dumbbells. 

“Oh no, I stick to the tens,” you protest.

“You got this. I won’t let you drop them on your head. Besides, Romanoff would kill me if that happened.”

“Or, I can still kill you before that happens,” someone growls from behind you both.

“Nat?” You didn’t even notice her come over. The collar of her low-cut shirt is soaked in sweat and the veins in her arms look like they’re straining to escape. 

“What the hell are you doing, Wilson? She didn’t want a spot,” Natasha says in a low voice that makes you tingle.

“Oh, I wasn’t spotting her, I was just showing her some new exercises,” Sam says, suddenly backing away from you on the bench.

“And you don’t think I can do that?”

“Well, uh, no...” Sam stutters. “I know you’re more than capable--”

“I’ll take it from here,” Natasha interrupts.

“Sure. I’ll...I’ll see you two around.” Sam scampers away. 

“Come on, Y/N,” Natasha says, hooking her arm under yours and pulling you up.

“Oh, are you done with your workout?” It wasn’t unusual for your mate to spend upwards of two hours in the gym.

“This one,” she says, whisking you out of the gym. 

“Nat, are you okay?” you ask as she drags you into the locker room. You look down at her black shorts and notice the tent forming at the center. “Oh.”

“It seems someone forgot who their alpha is,” Natasha growls, pushing you against the lockers and looming over you. 

“Nat, someone can walk in--” you squeak as she removes your shorts, easily lifting you with her strong arms and pressing your back against the lockers. 

“Good. So they can run out and tell everyone who’s alpha you belong to.”

“Fuck.” Her deepened voice and aggressive tone has you soaking your panties.

“Who’s your alpha?” Natasha asks, now holding you up entirely with one arm so she can pull her shorts down. Her cock is dripping with pre-cum, fully erect, the veins on it pulsing. You clench around nothing, aching to have her sheathed inside of you.

“You’re my alpha,” you respond, whining as she teases your folds with the dark tip of her cock. 

“No one else’s?” she asks, almost as if she’s a little insecure that you’d leave her for someone.

“Just yours. All yours,” you insist. “Please, Nat.”

“Good.” Her arms flex as she steadies you before lowering you on her cock. You moan as she stretches you out, clawing onto her biceps and shoulders in pleasure. 

“Harder, Nat,” you whimper, unable to make a sound as her thighs slap louder against yours, bouncing you on her dick. 

“You are my omega,” she growls, burying her face against your neck and tracing her tongue teasingly along the mating mark she left there months ago, when she first claimed you as hers. She bore a similar one on her collarbone, in the perfect outline of your teeth, a mark she wore proudly. “Mine and only mine.”

“Yours,” you pant, clinging onto her. “Claim me again, Nat. Knot me and make me yours.”

You feel her chest vibrate as she moans at your words and you swear you can feel her cock throb harder inside of you. Natasha mumbles something in Russian, a language you never bothered to learn but loved to hear when she was so turned on she couldn’t think in English. Her thrusts come harder and you swear you’ll be bruised tomorrow. But you don’t care, tearing at her shirt so you can feel her sweaty skin against yours and take in her scent.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, starting to lose her rhythm. You clench harder around her, desperate to feel her hot cum spill into you. You can’t wait to carry her pups and start a family with her one day. “Do you...Do you want my knot?” she asks, knowing that if you take it, the two of you won’t be able to disconnect very easily. In fact, she’ll probably have to carry you out to your room, and who knows how many eyes will fall on you two on your way there.

“Yes, yes, please. I don’t care who sees us,” you reassure, digging your nails harder into her biceps. “Fill me with your pups, Nat.”

That does it for her, and with a final hard thrust, her knot slips into you without difficulty and you feel her cum gush into you. You sigh in satisfaction, dropping your head against her chest and pulling aside her shirt collar to expose her mating mark. You bite into it and Natasha’s body goes rigid with a moan, and she finishes cumming with a few hard pulses. 

She wraps her arms around you, balancing you against her chest, as she reaches for some towels to throw over your back. You hook your legs around her waist and she pulls up her shorts as high as she can, carrying you out of the locker room, with her cock still inside of you. 

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AN: These two. 😅 Absolutely insatiable.

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[xamaxenta]

saboace sex practices are illegal on 24 different islands they will chase each other naked and snarling through the woods kill something eat it raw and pause mid carcass to have sex in some entrails. sabo takes mouthfuls of organ meat and pushes them down aces throat with his tongue . ace will slam sabos scrawny ass against a tree or a rock or just the ground and go at him raw specifically because sabo Told him no lube . theyll fuck in public if no one physically stops them and sabos feeling evil enough they have NO modesty. when they have sex it just gets Fucked up. saboace on the moby scamper off to the crows nest for sex and a few dead headless birds hit the deck over the next couple hours. sea kings start avoiding the boat. theres screaming. theres barking and growling. theres sounds human people cannot possibly be making . they literally drag themselves hanging off in pieces to marco for healsies afterwards like hi sweetie !!!! ❤️❤️🌼 ace ripped off my ear again can you put it back on please 🥰

HDHSKSHD theyre SO cute when theyre feral and wanton and lustful in how much they want and need each other

Whats that new saying matching each others freak? These two hands down…

Sabo’s devouuurring that still beating heart with the hunger of a starving beast and kisses Ace with blood and meat tissue trapped between them, Theres no lube but the blood still made it the saliva still made it and its the bruise trhe ache the stumbling walk limp Ace is gonna leave him with that Sabo craavees

They fuck in public when it suits them like brazen whores in an alleyway just off the side of a populated street, in the corner of a bar, someones getting eaten out across the sticky bullet riddled dagger scarred tabletop (its Ace bc Sabo likes the ease of access)

They SCUTTLE! Snapping at each otherss heels up chasing each other laughing and scrapping theyre just euphoric to have one another back into their lives that they throw away propriety and their manners and return to the baseless little jungle beasts theyve always been and theres never been so many animals to butcher on the moby considering their hunter instinct together has been ignited tenfold they just love the thrillll

😭 sabo definitely is the one making the inhuman noises not that the demonic sounds coming from Ace is much better but theyre trotting into the infirmary pleased as can be perhaps a limb is im hand the ear yes, a chunk of sabos tongue (ace bit too hard 💔) like marco we need a bit of a patch up 🥺 help!! And Marco sets them right bc he loves them and they love him and then theyre off to do it all again

[noisyquokka]

hii i’ve just found you acc and i’m inlove with your fairy tail kisses story. i cant get out my head the thought of y/n and jisung telling her cousin they are together and her being abit like ew but also like happy cuz she’ll see ji more.

could you write like a short epilogue or something of them telling her? you don’t have to but the thought just has me crying 🥺

lots of love ❤️

Epilogue

PAIRING - Jisung x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT - 2.2k

WARNINGS - Fluff, basic cute s/o interactions, we on babysitting duty again, also kids say the craziest things 😭

A/N - My GOSH!!! You don't know how much I kicked my feet as I wrote this, thank you for the request! Fairly certain that Fairytale Kisses is my favorite fluff piece on my Masterlist so it was lovely to add a little extra to it! I hope you enjoy, Darling! 💛

Part 1 || Part 2

Your ears perk at the sound of the front door swinging shut, little squeals accompanying the dull pitter-patter of bare feet. The shadow that whizzes past the kitchen is tiny, a flash of cerulean blue fabric and dark, bouncing braids. She doesn't even notice you, too busy scouting out someone else.

"Honey, please no running in the house!" It's your Aunt's voice; that gentle motherly tone that borders on a warning. You offer up a smile when she appears in the hall, the woman sighing as she places multiple bags on the counter. "I come bearing gifts."

Jisung peeks his head up from behind the counter, eyes darting to the Tupperware tins that she pulls from one bag. Dark brows arch in a knowing question and your Aunt chuckles.

"Yes, they're your favourite cookies, Jisung. Take your pick."

"Sung Sung?!" That mousey voice. Little feet scampering back toward the kitchen.

He's quick about it, slipping behind your spot at the counter, resting a hand at the small of your back. Reaching for a smaller tin of freshly backed cookies, he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek when you spare a glance over your shoulder to him. And just like that, he's darting for cover again. And you're standing there shaking your head, clamping your hands over your burning cheeks as your Aunt chuckles at the antics between you and your boyfriend.

The scampering halts at the doorway to the kitchen, doe eyes settling on you with a newfound determination. You raise your brows, bringing a finger to tap at your chin as you glance toward the opposite end of the counter. She must've picked up on it, because little feet are heard pattering over the runners in the kitchen until…

"Sung Sung!!"

She lunges for him, tiny arms wrapping around his neck. You hear a grunt, the cookie tin sliding onto the counter as the man has no option but to embrace the little girl that clings to him like a koala. You chuckle at the sight of his finger tips gripping the edge of the counter, an attempt to keep himself upright. His free arm wraps around her, pulling her up and away from the floor with ease.

"You found me!?" He sounds surprised, the words muffled behind a whole cookie between his teeth. But you know he saw your not-so-subtle gesture that tipped her off to his location. Your cousin continues her clinging, her head tucked under the crook of his neck. She nuzzles her face into his t-shirt, soft sounds of contentment leaving her little body.

"I missed you," She mumbles quietly, as if just admitting such a thing turns her into a shy bean. Jisung chuckles, his hands moving to place her on one of the nearby stools.

"I missed you, too! How's my little Princess been?" He's gentle when he smooths out the tulle of her dress, the fabric having rode up on her legs as she raced through the house and clambered all over her favorite person.

Your Aunt catches your attention with a soft tap of the shoulder, and you turn your head.

"I'll be back around eight. Text me if you need anything." She says. You nod, watching as she turns to her daughter with a mock seriousness in her eyes. "Be good for your cousin and Jisung!"

All the woman gets is a fit of giggles and a coy nod.

It's been a few weeks since the kiss between you and Jisung. Since you gave in and both of you confessed in your own bumbling ways. After that, you agreed to a date, although the details didn't matter much to you. Just the idea of going out on a date was enough to keep you content. Jisung, however, planned everything to a T. You had scoffed at the sight of the empty arcade, rented out for the full day so the two of you could enjoy whatever games you wanted without interruption. Safe to say, he had more than outdone himself. The only thing you had yet to cross off your list was telling your little cousin the news.

Your eyes settle on the bundle of affection that has buried herself into Ji's side. The child is nuzzling into his torso, mussing her braids with not a care in the world. Jisung looks down at her with a grin, lightly patting her head before she springs off the stool and races around the counter to get to you. Her arms wrap around your legs as she looks up with curious eyes.

"I missed you!" She giggles, squeezing tighter as if she can bleed her love and affection into you through her sheer belief. You chock it up to some kind of kid magic because you swear her antics only make you smile broader. You lean down, balancing on the balls of your feet as you hook your hands under her arms.

"My goodness, you're getting so big!" You huff, placing her on the edge of the counter. "I won't be able to pick you up if you keep growing like this."

"King Sung Sung is strong! He can pick me up!" She exclaims, brown eyes darting over her shoulder. Jisung chuckles, biting into the cookie he'd pulled from the tin.

"Speaking of, the king needs his crown, doesn't he?" You ask, patting the out of place strands on her head. She nods eagerly, kicking her feet against the cabinet below. "Why don't you go get it for him. You remember where you put it, don't you?"

Another eager nod. You grin, slipping her off the counter top and watching as her little legs carry her off towards the hall once more.

"You're so good with her." You'd heard the footsteps to your right a moment prior, anticipating the warm hand that comes to rest on your hip. The corners of your mouth quirk up, and you turn around to face your boyfriend.

"That's humble coming from you. She ran through the entire house in search of you. Not me." Jisung rolls his eyes, waving away your words as he takes another bite of his cookie.

"Obviously! I'm the fun, humble, strong King Sung Sung!" He wisps his hair back like one of those movie characters, shooting you a smug grin.

"Oh my god, never do that again." You laugh, softly smacking the side of his face. That earns you a laugh as well, hands following the swell of your hips upward as he leans in.

"So we should probably tell her about us at some point, huh."

You bite at your bottom lip, nodding. It's something you've been thinking about a lot, even as you know she'll be over the moon to have Jisung around more often than he was before. But at the same time, you don't know how to tell her. For some reason, this seems more intimidating than the idea of meeting the parents (if you hadn't already known them for years) or even telling your friends.

"Hey," Jisung's brows furrow, noting that look in your eyes. He's known you far too long to not know where your head is. "She's smart, she loves you, and she loves me-" He chuckles into your hair, your forehead connecting with his chest. Ever the jokester! "I love you, and I know you're worried, but I don't think she's gonna care too much when she's got more time with the both of us." Warm hands find your jaw, pulling your face back up so he can capture your lips with his. It's delicate and sweet, not only from the cookie he'd bitten into. It eases your racing mind, the curve of your back leaning into the counter.

"I got it!"

You jump at the sound of that mousey voice, the palms of your hands shoving at a sturdy chest. You're quick, and yet, not quick enough.

Your cousin stands in the doorway, one of her costume tiaras adorning her head. Jisung's crown is grasped carefully between her fingers, those orange silk flower petals fluttering with every movement of her arm. You pivot on the balls of your feet, jutting a hip into the counter's edge as you cross your arms, bringing a hand up to your mouth. The little girl sways from her mad dash through the house, her cheeks pink from exertion.

"There you are, Muffin!" You clear your throat, sparing Jisung a glance. He's pressing his lips together, a hand at the base of his neck as he, too, leans against the opposite counter. The look on his face is both smug and embarrassed.

When you look back to the child standing in the doorway, it seems that she's already connecting dots. Doe eyes flit between the two of you, narrowed and analyzing until her nose is scrunching like that day three weeks ago.

"Hey~" She drawls out the word, tone going higher, it's almost accusatory. She bounces on her tip toes as she twirls in the doorway, pointing the crown in her hand at the two of you, her eyes wide with excitement.

Jisung's lips quirk as he watches her, taking note of her mannerisms. She's a little too giddy. Much more than usual. His eyes narrow as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Someone's been sneaking…"

Your brows furrow, but as you glance between the two, you begin to see the signs. Her feet shuffling as she now looks at the ground, that flush on her cheeks turning pinker. The dead giveaway for you is the exaggerated shrug she gives Jisung, suddenly too shy to answer either of you. The little stinker was right outside the hall for who knows how long.

Jisung is the first to move, taking the few long strides to the doorway only to kneel down so he was eye level with the child. She keeps her gaze on her wiggling toes, the tiara atop her head sliding forward. He tilts his head to the side, catching her gaze before she turns away with a pout.

"C'mon, Peanut. Why don't you tell us what you heard." He offers, attempting to gently coax her back into a playful headspace. He brings his hands up to his cheeks, rests his elbows on his knees. And when she looks up, that shy gummy smile returns.

"You kissed the magical moo cow again." She blurts, promptly covering her mouth with a squeak. Those brown eyes are wide, almost animated as she stares between the two of you. Jisung turns his head to lock eyes with you, trying to maintain his composure. That's obviously not what either of you were expecting.

"I did." He replies, eyebrows arching as he clears his throat. "Do you remember why?"

She blinks, brows furrowing as she thinks back through your little fantasy playtime sessions.

"To break the curse?"

"That's right, Sweet Pea." Jisung adjusts the tiara on her head, reaching down for the handmade crown in her grip as she glances up at him with stars in her eyes. He settles the crown atop his head, the woven branches fitting perfectly as he picks her up with a grunt.

"Does that mean you love each other?" She asks, fiddling with the tulle of her dress. You can't help but grin at the way she's going about this, almost like she's interviewing you for a school presentation. Jisung turns to you with the softest smile, and you note something akin to relief swimming behind glowing irises.

"Yeah... yeah, I love your cousin a lot." He murmurs, and there goes your heart fluttering again. Absolutely hammering against your chest. He's back over to you in a few careful strides, giving you a peck on the cheek. The gesture earns a squeal from the little girl on his hip, her cheeks a light pink.

"Are you gonna get married?"

"Alright," You clap your hands together, trying to remember which drawer holds the utensils as the giggles resume. "why don't we dig in to some of these sweets and watch a movie, hm?" You feel your face burning from the question, which is quite innocent coming from a child. But oh boy, does it throw you for a loop. Jisung's clearly amused by it, his brown eyes watching you search through the drawers until you give up and settle on just cookies. You reach for the Tupperware containers on the counter, filling a small plate for your cousin as Jisung puts her back down. He hands her the plate and she runs off toward the living room, leaving the two of you.

"I've gotta hand it to her, that was bold."

"Ya think?" Fingers find your nose bridge as you listen to the sound of your boyfriend's jovial laughter. Your ears perk at the sound of a drawer opening, silverware clinking together with the help of deft fingers. Jisung settles against the counter beside you, holding a fork up between the two of you as you bring your gaze up. You mutter a thanks, taking it from him and reaching for the cheesecake slices in one of the containers. You're just about to ask him if he wants some when he speaks first.

"I kinda like the idea though…"

You pause in your actions, fork dangling from between your fingers as you attempt to comprehend what he just said. Kinda like the idea!? You huff in disbelief, wondering where this newfound confidence has come from. Perhaps your little cousin's bold remarks have rubbed off. But you can't even ask him because the pitter-patter of feet closes in on the kitchen.

"Sung Sung, come get the movie ready!" She says, and no one is allowed to object when the six-year-old is already pulling him by the arm. Little hands like a tiny vise around his wrist. 

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[onestepbackwards]

Not a request, but I think it would be absolutely hilarious if Streamer!Reader for some unknown reason knows how to perfectly replicate the cries of every Pokémon they know in Hisui

They see a Zorua? Mf already trying to lure it to them for some belly rubs by imitating the cries of a Zoroark. They manage to get an Electrode to charge a makeshift lamp they did just by imitating the sound of an injured Voltorb for the love of Arceus! Nobody knows how they do it, but they make it look easy!

The best part is when they are talking to people on a stream while platonic!Ingo is in the background doing something out of view, only for him to instantly turn his head to where the reader is because they are playing with a bunch of baby Sneasels by copying their sounds and giving them lil kisses. (while Ingo is looking at them in the background like this 🥺)

Aka me ridjdkks

When i was little i mimicked the noises almost perfectly when i heard them. Don’t so much now.

But oh that would be so fun and so cute. Just imagining mimicking little Sneasels and other little pokemon 😭💕

Its easier to see pokemon in the future, so it wouldn’t be out of the realm if possibility for someone to have a wide range of knowledge of mimicking different pokemon.

And humans are considered one of the best mimics already when it comes to sound 👀

But seeing you do it so effortlessly really has some villagers scratching their heads. Maybe pokemon aren’t so bad after all if you can make them so friendly by sounding like them…

All while your chat laughs and coos as you sound like a pokemon perfectly.

“Hey guys wanna see if i can get this pikachu to come over? Bet.” And you mimic it making a friendly noise, and the little pikachu scampers over and nuzzles you. Your chat is blowing up at the cuteness.

[shuckinbeanz]

imagine bakugou’s kids just as outspoken as he is. S

they know their dad likes their teacher but he won’t say anything so one day while they are walking out the classroom to head home , they ask him , very clearly “can miss y/n be our new mommy?”, “you alredy like her”.

🤣🤣

warnings/notes: baku as a D(ad)ILF? 🥺 imean he already is a D(ude)ILF but...hhh soft dad baku thots 🥺🥺 female prns, specifically 'miss', 'mother' and 'mommy', otherwise reader is gn

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"Daaaaaaaaad, can Miss Y/N be our new mooommmyyyyy?" comes one child a bit too loud. His cheeks flush a hue as lurid as his eyes. "Shut. It. What'd I say about that," he gripes, and the child squeals playfully and scampers off, his other kid(s) soon bounding after their sibling echoing their words enthusiastically. "Wait, get back here, ya brats!" he shouts, but they're long gone.

And just as he's about to head after them, he hears a pleasantly spine-tingling giggle behind him. He's incapable of thought as he turns to see you in all your beautiful glory.

He all but sputters, his flush reaching the tips of his ears, unable to form anything of coherency.

He didn't know it yet, but his kids have been persistantly pestering you to allow them to call you their mother for the longest time, now.

You thought it was kids just being kids. With your personality, a lot of them were attracted to you, so it was understandable. However, after a few times of being politely told no, they would eventually move on to something else-but not the kids of the Bakugou household.

And seeing his reaction to you only makes you giggle again, sweet you, as you see for yourself; the man very evidently had a crush on you, much like his own kids had insistantly and shamelessly thrown him under the bus over it.

Now, you had to admit, a small part of you had the wishful thought of the bombshell blonde actually harboring feelings for you, so you'd held onto a little notecard with your phone number on it. Something nobody else knew, and something that turned out to be a lucky charm, because here he is, loudly trying to explain what you heard only moments ago as being his kids' latest phase, trying to tell you to not mind them, kids are just kids, and whatnot.

But his gruff voice sticks low in his throat, not a word more passing his lips as you pass him the notecard with a small coy smile. He looks at it in disbelief, "Call me when you have time?" then to you at your words, gaping like a goldfish.

You debate it for a few moments that feels like hours, ultimately deciding to bravely lean in to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. Now equally as redfaced as him, you head past him, leaving him stupified as the chorus of his kids' lengthy, dramatic 'Ooooooo's sound at the end of the hall. You can't help but huff a breathy laughter, a bashful 'Oh, kids...' coming from you as you pass them, too.

They immediately bound to their father, and you feel a slight twinge of guilt as you hear them bombard him about you.

That night, he calls you.

It becomes a habit, too, and after some time, he asks you out, and you were more than happy to accept.

[halcyon-writings]

its october & i watched venom 2 last weekend so mayhaps,, eddie x reader where yn has wrestled sleeper and venom into dog halloween costumes🥺 with ‘Don’t be afraid of him; he’s still a Chihuahua, even if he’s wearing a lion costume for the occasion. He just has loftier aspirations at this time of year, that’s all.’ (+ 'its called a 'disguise' if you can make it fit) from the prompt lists?

love u💕

a halloween fic in *checks calender* february? yes. ahahahaha coughs anyway

I had to look for the prompt list for a second before remembering this was from October (my bad dfskjfks) but it is here now so I hope that you like it!!

nav.

You stand with a heaving breath. slight sweat on your brow that you wipe away with the back of your hand. Honestly, even with your slight exertion, you feel victorious. But then you think, is this what people who run famous pet social media accounts feel like?

Before you can ponder that future mental crisis, the door to your shared small apartment opens, despite only just looking over your shoulder, you can see the slightest bit of the decorations you had asked Eddie to place on the door. The box for said decorations is now empty in his hands. He opens his mouth to speak before his eyes catch sight of what you were up to.

"Oh my god." Despite sounding exasperated, he fails to hide the grin on his face with a hand over his mouth. "How long did it take for you to do that?"

You beam proudly, "Not long at all. Sure they're omnivorous creatures who probably would eat a man alive," at their sounds of protest you placate them with a scratch behind their animalistic ears that they had taken the appearance of for this to be possible, "Don't be scared or worried Eddie, they completely harmless!"

Eddie tries and fails to hide his laughter this time.

"Hey! Don't laugh either! They're 100% still the little omnivores we know and love. V and Sleeps are ferocious in their little lion costumes, hell I think they have even loftier aspirations now!"

You're aware that Sleeper, unlike its counterpart, prefers to stay silent, however, you feel the symbiote is pleased, finding the lion costume quite comfortable.

Venom, and his much louder personality, is quite proudly practicing a roar as Eddie records, something that you know you both will be watching later that night in bed. Even though the forms they took were a bit too uncanny to be dogs, it was still cute.

Although you had to be careful with the candy bowl. Them working together to knock it off the counter in order to eat said candy for themselves, plus the fact that neither you nor Eddie noticed until Sleeper burped out a wrapper, showed they were a devious pair.

(They were quick to scamper off when you caught them at another attempt to steal candy from the bowl. You only shake your head with a laugh.)

[captain-hawks]

And, just for SFW funsies. Some summer gardening with Umemiya 🥺🥺

💋mojogojocasahouse

(spicy sleepover secret menu - mild edition<3)

hajime umemiya x reader

c: fluff, pining, first kiss, plant daddy!umemiya

“Like this?”

Umemiya’s soft laugh is a gentle caress down your spine as he watches you try to coax the leafy green seedling carefully nestled in your hands into the slightly-too-large hole, the plant tipping pathetically to the side as you lose your hold on it. 

It’s been years since you saw him, since the days when you’d feel your entire world tilt on its axis every time he waltzed into the corner store you worked at throughout your teenage years, your knees going weak behind the register every time he called out your name with an easy smile. 

And now you’re kneeling in the dirt in his backyard, sweat dripping down the back of your neck under the late afternoon sun, a visit home from grad school and a trip to the local farmer’s market somehow finding you here of all places after you’d bumped into him in front of a table overflowing with vegetables.

His table of vegetables, which he’d apparently grown in his garden.

(It was almost embarrassing—the way your heart had violently lurched in your chest as his bright eyes locked on yours, your name softly tumbling from his lips in surprise, all of those quiet, secret feelings you’d carefully tucked away unceremoniously spilling out at your feet without warning—)

(—the muscle memory in the way you felt yourself begin to bask in the warmth of his presence, a flower turning toward the sun.)

Time has been nothing short of gracious to Umemiya; it was difficult to ignore the way his shoulders and forearms had filled out, the older look in his still-kind eyes, his boyish charm now shaped into a devastatingly handsome face.

(And yet one thing hasn’t changed—the unshakeable urge that prickles in your fingertips to card a hand through his mussed, white locks of hair.)

The two of you had spent so long catching up, customers coming and going in droves past his table and onto the next, he’d eventually invited you back to his house for tea.

And now he’s chuckling at you softly as he watches you try and fail to rescue the mess you’ve made of the tiny pepper plant, soft enough that you’d almost swear he sounds fond, if not for the biased opinion of your rapidly beating heart that’s halfway on the verge of crawling out of your ribcage and running for the hills to let you fumble through this on your own.

You have half a mind to excuse yourself, to scamper back to your dad’s house and tamper down the whirlwind of feelings blustering back awake inside of you before it’s too late, before you’re two hundred miles away again in your one-bedroom apartment staring at the ceiling thinking about a boy you’ve been more than a little in love with since high school.

But then there’s a feather-light touch of a glove across your cheek, and Umemiya looks somewhat embarrassed at being caught as you turn to look at him. “There was…you had..” He gestures at his own face, finishing lamely, “...dirt.”

It throws you off kilter, the uncertainty in his tone. And maybe it’s the way that he rakes a hand through his hair after, one strand flopping stubbornly across his forehead, that has the words tumbling from your lips before you can stop yourself. “Are you sure you got it all?”

There’s a playful lilt to your tone, a newfound edge of confidence that reflects in the way you tilt your head ever so slightly, blinking once, twice. 

A huff of air escapes his lips.

He pulls off one of his gardening gloves, his bare thumb just barely prodding the edge of your bottom lip.

For all you know, there could be dirt there, smudged against your chin from when you’d wiped your face against your sleeve. But your lips part of their own accord anyway, the balmy summer air paling in comparison to the blistering heat unfurling in your chest.

And when you throw years worth of youthful caution to the wind and press the delicate ghost of a kiss to the tip of his thumb, you can hear it—the audible hitch in Umemiya’s breath.

He waits.

He waits, because he’s always waited.

Because you’ve always been so shy in his presence.

Because he’s never wanted to push you.

Because he always gives but never takes.

But when you press your lips to his thumb again, more purposeful this time, he doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, cupping your face in his hands and finally, finally letting his lips crash into yours.

[dienamights]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖉 | 𝕶.𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 | ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝚅

Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.

For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.

The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.

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⤆ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Ⅳ

You sit on a moss-covered pillow, your back against a knobbly boulder. Shutting your eyes, letting your fears and nightmares take over, and letting yourself float into the void. Even though you can’t block out the grumbling men standing tall and casting an even darker shadow on your frame, it pales in comparison to the screaming and howling persisting in your mind.

Hidden underneath your pitiful whimpers, you hear a giggle, followed by a soothing call of your name. It beckons you, urging you to lift your heavy head up and look straight.

It whispers again, and you feel yourself rise with the redundant call of your name. You can hear the different pitches and volumes of the voices as they speak exotic words. It is almost as though you can understand what’s said besides your name.

There is a small opening between the trees. Then, you start to notice the light. It filters through the outreaching tree branches to the forest floor. Almost as though it is an invitation, for you to go into where the voices echo.

Then you begin to hear the leaves and grass, on the ground, rustling, so loud in the silence. Makes you wonder if your pathetic wails were so loud that you weren’t able to hear it before or if this is the sound of all the forest creatures scampering away from you into their hiding places.

However, you wait a while, without moving, and blink heavily when you begin to hear the trees rustling around again. Louder this time. If your sanity is unaccounted for, it sounds as though the trees are embarking on a journey, nudging and pushing one another as the ground vibrates beneath you.

Unable to convince yourself, blaming your inflated imagination on the countless stories you read to the children before bedtime, you step forward despite your shaky footing. Your fingers brush against the tree trunk as you trudge forward, rough and coarse, it doesn’t feel abnormal.

But, why do you keep inching towards it, as if pulled away from you by an overwhelming force?

So you move onto the large mushrooms that catch your attention, completely forgetting the multiple voices demanding your attention. They look edible, you think, despite your ignorance– never seen one like it in all your books. You can't help but brush your finger against the top, expecting them to feel dry and spongy, a gasp slipping past your lips when you jerk your hand back, blinking drowsily at the dot of blood on your index finger.

huh…

The voices are back now –as if the prickle cleared your head– and you think it's best to follow them. Maybe they’re coming from the outside, a beacon for your escape. They’re warm whispers and soothing promises, the nurturing you never had, hope of a better start to whatever might be left of your life. You welcome it, lips parted to take a deep breath, you feel like you're drowning in your own emotions, it doesn’t feel warm anymore.

Your brows twitch suddenly– it hurts, whatever it is. You feel swamped, constricted by your own tears, until a rough tug of your hair jerks your head back with a pained howl.

“Ouch!”

You bring your arms back and dig your blunt nails against his wrist, turning around to yell at Katsuki when he lets you go.

“What is your problem?” you rub the back of your head with a whine, flinching away from him when he points at something behind your shoulder. The trees are moving, weaving and lurching. Closing up that crack of light, the only glimmer of hope you felt, suddenly burdened with the truth.

You’re never leaving this place.

“N-no, wait– my name. Someone called my name.” You whisper into the abyss, reaching your hand out into the void with a short intake of breath, throat tightening when you try to speak again. He reaches forward again, and places his hand on your shoulder this time– a gentle squeeze, yet firm enough to hold you in your place.

The light disappears just as swiftly as it came, everything looks as if hidden in the shadows, just like the nightmares that haunt you in your sleep.

A disheveled heap, you fall to the floor in grief, Kirishima kneeling in front of you, hands on you to assure you’re harmless, yet he sounds so distant, so far away. His rough hands reach for your face, your chin trembling when he coos gently at you, incoherent– and what you could only assume as reassuring words are spoken as he clumsily wipes your tears.

At your wince, he struggles for a minute, fighting with himself while looking around before unwrapping the scarf around his head, bunching up the material to soak up your tears as they course down your cheeks silently.

“Ah, h-help–” he whispers once, once again before you lift your head to look at him through your hazy vision. “Kirishima– Eijirou!” he points to himself, nodding eagerly when you timidly repeat after him.

“Eijirou, Katsuki,”

He points to the blond behind you, you turn to look at him quietly. He looks down at you, he never moved after you fell in a pile of emotions right by his feet. His eyes are so different in that exact moment, like he didn’t almost tear the hair right out of your scalp not a moment ago.

If it were someone else, you would drop your gaze, it's obligatory for a princess to show a sense of bashfulness, bowing your head to hide hushed giggles before scuttling away. But you don’t, and neither does he, and when he nods you almost lean closer, anticipating a comforting word before you blink back into reality, shaking your thoughts out of your head and facing the very much not mundane in front of you.

You enunciate your name in a hushed whisper, hand placed atop your thumping heart. It slowed down but it's still loud, ringing in your ears loud enough for you to almost miss the confused noise Eijirou lets out. You repeat his words to you, hanging onto them like the last flutter of sanity you have left.

“Eijirou,” He nods with a warm smile, and you fight the urge to grimace at his sharp teeth.

“Katsuki,” A grunt responds to you, and you place your hand against yourself again and utter your name more clearly now. The redhead takes your hand delicately, as gently as he could and holds it in between his with an affirmative hum.

He isn’t covering his horns anymore –you notice. They’re pointy, you wonder if they could poke you. Kirishima shies away when you lean closer, lets out something akin to a whine when you pinch the tip and tug at it gently before he cradles your hand, pushing it away with a blush kissing at his cheeks.

“Oh, s-sorry–” you bow your head in embarrassment, clicking your tongue at the blond when he bares his teeth at you at the sight of his comrade’s discomfort.

A crisp wind of the morning hits your exposed shoulders, and you shiver as you cover yourself tighter with the woolen cloak during the frosty chill in the air. A sweet surrendering scent of the moist morning dew, cascades all around the sublime forest and surrounds you.

The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; they were in the motion of turning a brittle brown. There’s the sound of shattered glass that emphasizes the crushed leaves, as if you were to step on them, pushing their papery remains deep into the brilliant white snow, which lined the ground like a fresh white cotton sheet.

You jolt as the twirling snow lands on the apple of your cheek, shuddering lightly before another one lands on your lap, and you watch the snowflake melt and leave a droplet on your dress, turning it just a few shades darker.

Snow danced in the light, a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind. As you watch, your eyes grow that tiny bit wider, as open as the kids’ when they admired that the streets had become as a fresh new page awaiting their playful feet and barely mittened hands.

It couldn’t possibly have been more than a day since you were unceremoniously tossed inside the forest of Krahn with the two men huddled by you. Yet, seasons fade in and out like soft lullabies, their transitions faster than you can comprehend but never faltering.

Like mother nature herself, they only turn in one direction, always onward, never back. As they wax and wane, the life surrounding you changes right in front of your eyes. As summer rolls around, the heat does too. A blanket of warmth shrouds the land as if a comforting fire has been lit.

When autumn falls, so do the leaves. A layer covers the rolling hills, a film of every possible color. A canvas of browns, reds and yellows replace the flowers in patterns that anyone could be inspired by.

You remember crossing the painting with satisfying crunches and clumsy stumbles as the leaves mask hidden inconsistencies in the land not even mere hours ago. Yet you remain unperturbed as you press on in the search for a way out.

The unforgiving heat is replaced by the sounds of wildlife. As the day seems to grow shorter, so did the disturbances of the screaming people you had no luck finding, and the wildlife are given free rein to do as they please.

As the winter arrives, so too does the cold. A bitter, hateful cold that holds and grips warmth, forcing it to submit and dissipate. The weather is now unpredictable. The sun shone while the rain soaks you head to toe, the hail batters and the snow floats.

Through this horror, there is comfort. An unforgettable sight is engraved in your mind as you sit and watch a white cover placed over the land. The cold is invasive but is dismissed as the importance of the present springs to mind. All sounds suppressed, as are the issues when one enjoys the snow.

There is no movement, there is only stillness. Blissful stillness.

You’re who you are, not the you people made you out to be. you are not a prize to be won, a dish to be served. You are traveling, albeit outside of the law, you are taking your steps by yourself, no longer guided by a hand on your back, no longer pointed towards where you need to be and when you need to be.

Blissful stillness it is... huh.

The growl from your right pulls you back to reality, followed by a loud sneeze that has you yelping away from the blond who mutters in his native tongue under his breath,and you don’t even need to understand him to know that he’s probably swearing at the freezing cold.

“Snow,”

You try with him as you lift your hand, eyeing the snowflakes gracefully landing on your palm before melting into more tiny puddles of water. His brow twitches, your approach doing nothing to soften his very obvious hard edges.

“Od,” He mumbles rolling his eyes, getting up as the snow crunches underneath his boots when he steps away, letting out a deep breath through his nose when Kirishima hunches down close to you to repeat your word to you, predictive of your proud smile and nod of your head when he pronounces it right.

The peaceful and intimidating forest has the allure of a forgotten land lost in time. The solitary forest remains sealed, as if unharmed by The Szithian Emperor's destructive essence. The structure is formed by the dark shadows cast by the dense trees and puzzled bushes. As the bushes engulf the hard sections of the forest conceal the land from beneath the colorful portals of the open sky, the trees stand proud and tall as protectors of the arduous grounds.

The isolated forest has the appearance of winter romance which blossomed, alluring your mind deeper and deeper into the enchanted land. As the wintry sun rises in a hurry, attempting to rectify for setting so early the night before, it blossoms into the sky with a warm mellow glow in minutes. The dreary moon sent packing till his next duty surveying the night. The dusky sky is a stunningly beautiful baby blue, perched majestically on the autumn limbs of the forest trees below.

On top of the tranquil land, whispers of the leftover snowflakes wafted in the breeze towards the depths of the forest. The lake displays bits of itself melting into a liquid that is cold enough to freeze back in an instant as the mellow winter sun rises over the hard mirrored lake. The sheen of the bright sun's reflection on the icy lake sparkles in the calm air, reflecting fascinating mixes of blue colors and pearlescent purples.

“Meyz,” Kirishima’s palm wraps around your wrist gently as he helps you stand, and you fail to fight the everlasting urge to look down for any evidence of the claws that tore a piece of your dress.

But just like every time you do sneak a peek, you’re met with his rough hands, not so different from yours, and you can't help but frown when your nails catch your eye, just as broken and filled with dirt as his.

You blink up when the cloak flutters at a sudden gust of wind, the decorative ‘K’ on Katsuki’s shoulder reminding you of how underdressed he is.

“Oh, right,”

You mumble while unlacing the cloak, folding it once to not have it drag at the wet snow below. “T-thank you.”

You offer it back to the blond, head turned enough to toss you a side glance, rolling his eyes and tugging the fabric from your grasp. “Kogaan,” he sounds like he’s correcting you, throwing it over his shoulders and walking in heavy confident steps ahead of the two of you.

“Katsuki,” you try out the sound of his name on your tongue, pressing your fingers against your cold lips when he turns to you with an odd look.

Both of you are well aware of your lack of ability to communicate, and you can tell how much it irritates him to figure out that it won't stop you from talking nonetheless when he lets out a puff of air.

“Can’t really help but find your ability to handle the cold admirable, it's as if neither you nor Eijirou are fazed by it. Alas, I'm still contemplating the possibility of him not being mundane.” The poor man perks up at the mention of his name, walking backwards in front of you with an enthusiastic thumb pointing at himself while you nod, not missing the way the blond stiffens.

You gawk –very princess-like– at Katsuki’s back as he walks in front, muscles flexing as he rotates his shoulder with a soft groan. You turn your head when you hear Kirishima sniffing the air, nose twitching as it catches a whiff of something that has his eyes glimmering before he jogs to keep up with his companion. He points east, maybe west. You’re too lost to make sense of anything, your map wrinkled and worn from the severe weather change and from you constantly unraveling it to try and locate yourself in the bundled paper, but to no use.

Tiredly, you hurry your steps to match theirs, a twitch in your brow when you see them shoving each other playfully ahead of you. They look confident as they converse with each other, they’re not as hopeless and aimlessly wandering as you expected them to be, given the situation you were all forced into. They’re not scared, nor trembling in fear. You look away when the realization hits you— that’s because they're not like you.

The way Eijirou calls you makes your name sound foregin. You don't recognize it with his thick accent, rolling off his tongue as he waves you closer. He turns away from you and looks forward, probably led by whatever scent caught by his nose, and you wonder what it might be as you cluelessly follow him.

All you see is green, ground covered in grass that seems to grow in front of your very own eyes, long and bright as they tickle your ankles. Rocks covered in soft, fuzzy moss. Moist to the touch after the ice melted off of it, you shake your hand and pat them dry, a squeal escaping you when you trip over a little pebble in your distracted wandering.

Right before you kiss the ground, you feel a tug at your dress, strong enough to pull you back upright– of course, not without the loud tear through the fabric ringing in the otherwise silent forest that has you locking in place.

“Thanks,” you mumble to yourself, scoffing the only reply you get before Katsuki’s hand wraps around your wrist.

“Hey, I can walk–”

His palm is so warm against your skin, too warm. Heating up your entire body after a few seconds of contact. Any attempt to shake him off is futile, it's strong– his grip, as well as the urge to touch his arm to see if he runs this warm all around. Pulling you behind him to follow his steps, and you do it carefully, keeping an eye on the ground underneath.

You catch yourself aweing at the sight before you, so enamored you don’t notice Katsuki’s grip slipping from your wrist until he stands a few feet ahead of you besides his companion. You stumble for a few steps, tripping on your dress before tugging at it, dropping it again when you reach the edge of the water.

The lake ahead of you is the finest of mirrors, never showing exactly what is above, but converting it to an image so beautifully smudged and broken. The weeping willows, the clouds above, all become an art– all free for the looking. Sure, it is transient, changing by the day, but that's what makes it all the more precious, time spent admiring it only shows you that it will be both different and the same. The body of water met the sun with such grace, as if the two of them were so enchanted by this eternal dance that they barely noticed the mountains.

In a world of ticking human clocks, the mountain is a strong statement of the slowness of time, of the truth of the ever-present now. In the rarefied wintry air, the peak, clad in creation's evergreen, is crowned white.

The rebirth of mother nature is the first to show the season change as the snow melts in the mountains. Right in front of your eyes, their white winter coats are joyously replaced with deepest green. In the blink of an eye, ground-snow melts into glacier rivers. In a few minutes, rocks will emerge from the white, followed by the soil below. You believe there is no better moment for you to find this hidden gem, with the rapid seasonal changes serving only to make you appreciate nature more.

The sound of splashing water catches your attention, blinking dumbly at the sight of their littered clothes –well, technically boots, a cape and other trinkets of theirs. It catches you by surprise, seeing Eijirou dive in with a shrill screech at what you presume to be the low temperature of the water.

“Oi!” you’re always surprised at his voice, hoarse with a rich tone, the type that anchors you to a particular point in time.

You still for a moment, eyes dancing across his chest, shamelessly making note of the multitude of scars littered around– now narrow threads of silver that glow in the sunlight. A snap of his fingers yanks your sight upwards, catching a glimpse of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he points to a log a few feet away from him.

“Praal,” he calls, squatting down before pointing to the log again while getting up. You shake your head, a chuckle escaping you at your method of interacting with the two as you make your way to sit on the log.

Dusting the front of your dress, you tuck it under you while sitting down. The sight of Eijirou and Katsuki yelling as they fling around a few flopping fish has you smiling to yourself. Its blissful quietness again– you welcome it, embrace it even. The thought of having it ripped right from your hands terrifying you, knowing it's bound to happen if– when, when you leave this place.

In the midst of their noodling, you look over at their clothes, their thrashing bringing the water closer to them. You stand with a huff, picking the articles up to fold them neatly and set aside to avoid them getting wet. Upon lifting the cape, a clutter reaches your ear, a wooden tool rolling until it hits against your ankle.

An old wooden horn stares right back at you, an intricate network of copper wrapping around the curved instrument and covering the tapered end. You’re infatuated by the exotic patterns– they look something like the detailed patterns on Katsuki’s shoulder, just not as beautiful, you remind yourself.

Bending down to pick it up, you lose sight of everything else around you. So mesmerized by the curves and details wrapping around it, you can’t help but trace along them with the tips of your fingers. You hear a voice, very faint, beckoning you closer– tickling your everlasting curiosity that was bound to be the death of you, getting louder the more your fingers dance along the copper.

Your name– again, whispered out to you. Except this time, you understand what they say, what they want.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” It says, urging you to admire the horn some more, something akin to pride in every syllable the more your eyes widen as you slowly yet surely make sense of the drawings on it. Were those… dragons? You wonder. “Yes, they are. So smart, aren’t you, princess?” The voice hums softly, a soft tender embrace that has your cheeks warming bashfully, completely missing the honorifics that would’ve straightened you up.

“It's very well known in all the lands of Akhira, a distinguished sound– loud enough to be heard even outside of this wretched forest.” It makes you gasp, have they had it all along and never used it to escape? “Go on now, child, why don’t you give it a go, won’t be long before you’re back outside into the real world.” And you don’t think twice when it spurs you on, prodding you to fill your lungs with air, just to blow it right into the horn.

So you do as you’re told, a sudden audible inhalation through your mouth, pursing your lips to blow into the horn.

“Niid!” You’re tackled onto the wet ground before any thought processes in your brain. You hear the crack of the wooden instrument as it rolls around a few times before hitting a stump– though barely over the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

You’re surrounded by warmth again, except– it's overwhelming, it burns! Katsuki’s hands wrapped around your wrists like a vice has you screaming in pain, kicking against the ground as you cry out. “It hurts! It hurts! Get off!” You screech, tears cloud your vision as you look up at him, your back aches, feeling the stones piercing through the ground and digging into your back enough to leave a print on your otherwise intact skin.

It's all too much, you kick and scream but to no avail, not with this ogre of a man’s weight atop you. And then you see it, you see him. Kirishima stands off to the side, his breath is labored, arms reaching over but are yet too far away.

Nothing could be more undignified, the way you call for him. So desperate for someone to help you, a damsel in distress, just like you always have been. As the pain swallows you whole, you let out one final cry before Eijirou drags Katsuki away from you.

The sight of the sky above you blurs and focuses again, comes and goes with the tears collecting in your eyes, dripping down your temples as you feel your lips tremble in fear. The birds sing as they soar above you. Some of the songs are fast-paced and high-pitched, mocking your state, while others are quiet and melancholy, mourning your pain as your wounded whimpers echo in the otherwise very quiet land.

These birds flap their wings as you stare up into the sky, ridiculing your inability to follow suit. There are a few of them. Their singing is audible, and it sounds terribly sad and lonely before flying past you. From red to blue, you see a spectrum of colors.

You hear the two yell at each other, of course you wouldn’t know what they’re arguing about. But you catch Katsuki’s voice getting louder, loud enough to have Eijirou whimpering away from him. It takes you a minute to sit up with a wince, you clumsily wipe at your tears, catching sight of Katsuki draping his cloak on the instrument with some loud grunts before wrapping the fabric around it. Almost as if trying his best to avoid touching it.

Kirishima approaches you in careful steps, like you’re a cowering deer waiting to meet its end. You want to move, but you can’t. Sat there frozen as you watch the splotchy bubbling skin around your wrist. It burns when you rotate it, a hiss slipping past your lips when you try to blow air on it to try and cool yourself down.

At your failed attempts to aid yourself, Eijirou offers you a herb with a simple hum. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as he whispers your name, a reassurance that he won't injure you.

Lies.

You let the negative emotions swallow you and pour acid into your soul. You fought for the good memories– despite how little there are, the reasons to be kind to him. You fought to keep yourself empathetic even as every terrible thing you had predicted came true.

You smack his hand away in fear, sneering at the look of hurt flashing in his eyes while the herbs fly away from his hand, catching the gust of wind to flee away from the two of you. With a choked sob, you try and scramble away from them, cradling your trembling hands to your chest in pain.

“Why couldn’t you just stop him? Why would you think fixing something broken is better than avoiding burning it up in the first place!?” As your pathetic words left your mouth, a daunting realization smacks you still. Why would he? They both probably think you’re just some burden that they’re lugging around, bound to drop you one day or the other. You just figured– hoped, it’d take them more time to do so, maybe it’ll give you enough time to know how to carry your own weight.

When Eijirou kneels closer to you again, you don't shuffle away. And when he grinds the spare herbs he pulls from his pouch between the palms of his hands to rub on your scalding wrists, you don't flinch– no matter how much it burns.

You look up at Katsuki when the redhead tears his scarf to wrap your injuries, never able to clear your sight with those embarrassing tears. He's quiet– for once, he’s not facing you anymore, lighting up a few logs to warm up for the night, maybe to cook some of their catch? You don't know, all you know is that whatever this is, this false hope of a new adventure, a new life, is nothing but a bold faced lie.

And when the sun rises the next day, Eijirou wakes Katsuki up in a haste, frantically calling your name in fear of what he already expected.

You were gone.

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The Colossus’ Cricket

GT July 2022 Masterpost: Day 2 - Different Era 

Author’s Note: Inspired my some various Giant knight ladies drawn by @cloudwatchingtoday, @herebegiants, and @chamomile-g-tea. This AU (tentatively named the “Knight!” or “Colossus!”) takes in elements from some of my favorite fantasy settings while giving them a fun Dungeons & Dragons flavored twist! Big props to whoever can figure out the massive Easter Egg sitting at the very center of this one-shot. I hope y’all enjoy. 🥺💜

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[Knight Colossus!AU]

Word Count: 2298

CW: Light reference to blood

Alice never made it to bed last night. Though that was hardly surprising, he rarely ever did.

His impromptu pillow was a bestiary that he was in the process of penning–though he often fell asleep mid-sentence with his quill still in hand. Not that he found the subject boring, mind you; on the contrary, cataloging the magical creatures that roamed the hinterlands on behalf of the Oquirrh Lyceum of Arcane Arts was his dream come true!

But such an assignment was no small feat. Terrible things stalked the countryside, and some horrors were even bold enough to strike out in broad daylight. Most nights Alice spent transcribing notes collected from codexes, interviews with other arcanozoologists, and eye-witness accounts gathered from various sellswords and adventurers who frequented the highways and byways. Even after all that was done, he still needed time to include his own observations of these creatures. Because of the enormity of the task, it left Alice burning the wick at both ends.

Thankfully, he had big help collecting data.

Alice inhaled sharply as his desk was rocked. Around his study filled with trinkets and bobbles, everything shook for a moment. He jolted up in his chair–a few loose leaflets of papers still stuck to the side of his face. Alice’s eyes were wide, his hair was a mess, and his glasses’ frame was bent out of shape. He swallowed as he waited again…was it a Landshark? A Creeping Boomwalker?

Another tremble. This one was a bit stronger. He wetted his lips nervously as he waited. And then another–this one stronger still.

Alice’s heart began to race as a fourth tremor rocked him to his senses, then a fifth.

It was the familiar cadence of footsteps. Grand footsteps

The alchemist quickly swiped the papers off his face and quickly moved to rise from his chair; however, sharp pain jolted up his legs that seemed to yank him by the ankles. With a yelp of surprise, he promptly fell flat on his face. As he lay in a wiry heap, he came to realize his legs weren’t quite as awake at this moment as he thought. With a silly string of made-up words acting as “curses,” Alice rose to his wobbly, tingling feet and stumbled down the steps and out the door.

It was a surprisingly cool morning despite the heat of Highsummer. Alice could hear the chirping of doves mixed with sounds of businesses beginning to open up one by one…

…and, of course, the sound of titanic metal plating clinking against one another as a shadow fell over the sleepy hamlet. 

The Knight Colossus had returned.

Ladened in heavy armor reforged from the hull from an Ogryn Dreadnought the size of a city, the Knight Colossus gleamed in the morning sun as she lumbered into Lakeshore. The tattered hem of her crimson tabard waved like lazy castle banners as she lumbered forward with her quarry.

Alice bit his lip as he admired her approach. Her titanic stature cut an impressive image on the horizon. Given her incredible strength and broad physique, she truly was a Giant amongst Giants. And though Alice was no stranger to seeing beasts great and small, and creatures from both the Heavens and the Hells, none held a candle to the sublime grandeur of the Knight Colossus.

Finding himself staring for far too long, Alice shook his head. He clicked his boots, felt the wall-walking enchantment activate, and quickly scampered up the side of his two-story, cobbled-together “research center.” He could hear the windows begin to rattle as the Knight Colossus’ heavy footfalls grew nearer and nearer.

As he finally got up onto the roof–and before he could even catch his breath–the sun was blotted out as her shadow fell over his eclectic abode.

“Good morning, my little love.”

Though the two story home sat on a hill, it barely came up to her waist. The monolithic maiden had a dragon slung over one bulky shoulder, and had pulled up behind her what could only be described as a sort of bizarre, living “library” as if it had been a child’s sled. Her massive sword, one carved from the heart of an Iron Titan, remained impaled through its chitinous belltower.

“G-Good morning, Lady Freyja.” Alice stammered at first. His cheeks flushed first by the exercise, but now also by the immediate sight of her as well. His eyes lingered on the eldritch architecture, but he moved his gaze up towards the dragon. “I-I-I can’t believe you brought me a DRAGON this time! And, um…” He was practically bouncing with excitement as he eyed the bizarre building that seemed to have muscles within the structure that twitched. “...and whatever that is…”

Lady Freyja, the Knight Colossus, threw her helmeted head back with a booming laugh. The casual way draped the dragon carcass over the roof not too far from Alice was like watching a fisher depositing their catch. She reached up and pulled off her helmet with one hand–her flaxen hair glistened under the morning rays. Alice frowned slightly as he noticed a new bruise on her cheek–one that was easily the size of a wagon. His heart slowed down as his brow knit with visible worry.

“You glow when you’re excited, my wren…how could I possibly resist bringing you a beast grander than the last?” Lady Freyja grinned. Her gargantuan smile was enough to make Alice’s heart racing back to a flustered tempo once more.

“Th-that bruise is new....” Alice stammered as he tried changing the subject to hide his twitterpation; however, that was easier said than done when it came to the Knight Colossus. “Are you alright, my Frey?”

Lady Freyja chuckled as she rested an armored palm on the pommel of her sword. “I’m well enough off, my dear Alice…a little bruise to the face is nothing new for me.”

“The bruise is bigger than I am.” Alice pointed out as he rummaged through his pockets for the correct arcane tools to begin the post mortem examination.

Lady Freyja exhaled as she took a heavy seat by the hill. With all that armor and muscle, it was little wonder why the earth buckled and shook in reply. Lady Freyja smiled and leaned against the hillside, her thick, plated arm reaching out and wrapping around the home as she scooted closer still. She wanted to get a better look at Alice.

“If you’re so worried about my bruise, my love,” Lady Freyja mused with a coy grin, “perhaps you can help me tend to my scrapes? I wouldn’t mind your gentle touch, after all.”

Her smooth words hit Alice like a shovel to the face. He squeaked as he fumbled and nearly dropped his tools over the railing. Lady Freyja had foreseen a possible fall, as she already had a hand placed at the roof’s edge. She knew how susceptible Alice was to her flirtations. Her loving laughter made Alice’s ribs rattle. 

After a moment of catching his breath, Alice readjusted his glasses and swallowed hard. He sheepishly looked up towards his looming lover and quietly replied, “I…would love to help clean you up later, my love…” 

Lady Freyja grinned widely. Her own cheeks now flushed with heat of their own as she bit her lip. “Good...I’d like that.”

Now in proper danger of cardiac arrest after seeing Lady Freyja bite her lip, Alice swiftly turned his attention to the slain dragon she had gifted him. The dragon in question was one of scarlet and beige scales, golden horns, and three tails that ended in curled, wine-colored hooks. It was perhaps only 50ft in length. ”Only” might seem like an ill-fitting adverb to describe a dragon of all things, but considering the fact the Knight Colossus herself was twice that the alchemist had a bit of a skewed perspective on what was “grand” anymore.

“This…is a Crimson Hooktail, if I’m not mistaken.” Alice pointed with one of his instruments towards the eponymous tails as he drew closer to the beast’s flank. As he spoke, Lady Freyja leaned in closer. Alice set to work drawing a vial’s worth of blood first; dragon’s blood was exceedingly rare, and chock full of precious, alchemical properties. 

“They are more ambitious and cunning compared to other dragons–they’re far more willing to make deals and try to deceive mortals.” Alice topped off the first vial with a cork and tucked it into an elixir bandolier. He set to work on a second vial, with a third held ready between his free fingers for when the second was filled. “They seem to favor Tortles and Myconids as a staple of their diet; however, no one is quite sure why…”

Alice lit up and chirped like a songbird as an idea came to mind. “...perhaps it has something to do with coevolution? The Myconids and Tortles of the far east have shared the region for generations…perhaps there’s some innate magical qualities to that land that have infused both races with a magical nutrient that the Hooktails crave! I know the area is also frequented by Celestial visitors, so perhaps that has something to do with it as well!”

Alice furrowed his brow in deep contemplation. The Knight Colossus’ pale green eyes sparkled as she watched how Alice spoke so vibrantly at first, but now harnessed that same passion into a smoldering look of concentration.

After the third vial, Alice set to work on procuring some of the crimson, shield-sized scales. “Oh! I almost forgot, they have an adverse reaction to Orthoptera.”

Lady Freyja almost didn’t catch that last part. “Orthoptera?” Freyja tilted her head to the side with curiosity.

Alice blinked. “Oh! My apologies, my love. Those are things such as, ah…crickets, locusts, grasshoppers–things of similar likeness. Though only theories exist as to why, it’s unmistakable how much a Hooktail recoils and whimpers at the sight of them. Reports have indicated visible symptoms of distress, terror, and even nausea.”

After removing a fourth scale, Alice set the scale aside and leaned up against the bulk of the beast to catch his breath and wipe his brow. 

“Isn’t it curious how such a mighty creature could be moved to fear by a little thing?” Alice mused as he licked his dry lips. “Imagine: a dragon cowing before a cricket.”

The Knight Colossus’ lips curled into a smile. Her low, rumbling chuckle caused her armor to shake. “Why, I don’t think it’s too surprising at all! In a way, I believe I can sympathize with the dragon.”

“Oh?” Alice blinked as he looked up at her. “You don’t have a fear of crickets, do you? I feel like I would’ve remembered that…”

“Well, no. Not quite,” Lady Freyja clarified with a coy smile. She reached up with her free hand towards Alice, and rested a curled finger the size of a man under his chin. His eyes widened at the touch of the cool metal plating. Wordlessly, he allowed her to tilt his gaze up to meet hers. Lady Freyja lowered her face till she nearly filled his horizon–her own eyes studied every detail of Alice’s enamored face. As she breathed in to speak, Alice’s breath was taken away–figuratively and literally. His hair and loose shirt moved with her breathing as if they were shafts of wheat in the wind.

Lady Freyja expression softened as the words rolled out like warm, Duskspring thunder, “However, I still am quite familiar with how such a little thing could rattle a mighty beast to its very core. And how, as you said, in the most inexplicable way, all of the beast’s attention is fixated on a single, unassuming thing...”

She paused, then leaned in closer still. Alice squeaked softly. Lady Freyja’s lips now brushed his face as she spoke. She smelled of teakwood and spices. “...I understand how maddening it feels to be, like the dragon, powerless of how my heart races seeing such powerful little creature…”

Her inhale ruffled his hair before she finally leaned in and simply kissed Alice across his face and chest. Lady Freyja could feel his heart racing against her–she could feel his little hands grip into the plushness of her lower lip as if it were a lifeboat. She felt the heat in his face. Alice tasted of lavender and honey; it was something she had missed for some time now. She couldn’t help but firm up her kiss

After a few, beautiful moments that felt like decades, the two finally parted lips. Parties both great and small panted as they sought to catch their breath. Their eyes never left one another. Their lips twitched into shy, flustered smiles–as if they were children who just experienced a kiss for the first time.

“W-Wow…” Alice breathed softly. “I-I’ve…I’ve missed you, my colossus. Truly, my heart yearns when you are away. I-I wait patiently to see your visage looming over the horizon, but even then I find myself-”

A gurgling growl. Something moved behind Lady Freyja.

The library.

Wasn’t it supposed to be dead? Also Lady Freyja NEVER explained what the heck that thing even was that she had brought him.

Alice gasped. “F-Frey-”

Lady Freyja pressed a finger to Alice’s lips. “Hold that thought.”

Then with a thunderous roar, Lady Freyja quickly drew a Kraken-tooth dagger from her belt and whirled about to tackle the writhing, screaming library. The ground rocked beneath them as the two leviathans wrestled at the foot of the hill.

Shaken now by both the kiss and the seeming self-resurrection of a sentient, living library, Alice walked over to the railing of the roof and rested against it. He couldn’t help but watch with loving awe and lip-swept hair as he marveled at the sight of his beloved: the Knight Colossus, Lady Freyja.

It was good to have her home.

[fuwushiguro]

Hi bb, congrats on your job, you deserve it so much🥺🥺

For your event, what about game streamer shigaraki who gets frustrated because he lost a game and takes it out on his poor girlfriend by fucking her dumb🧎‍♀️

Notes: thank you so much snow 🥺🥺 but YESSSS I LOVE THIS OMG!! Although I've had another idea so I'm changing it a wee bit hehe, sorry I hope you still like it!

Warnings: Dubcon, Blowjob, (I think this counts as exhibitionism)

streamer!Shigaraki x f!Reader

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday between 7pm and 9pm you are banned from leaving the house. You are the ony who wanted a fucking puppy so you have to deal with the responsibilities. Shigaraki makes you sit in the bedroom for those two hours with the puppy while he does his Twitch streams.

You could have sworn you closed the door after yourself when you went for a quick trip to the toilet. But your stomach dropped as you peed and you heard yapping and scampering across the wooden floor. The mischevious pup was heading right for Shigaraki.

He was mid game when he heard the sound of sweet little barks in the distance hurrying towards him. He died in the middle of his game which lead to a ton of comments about what a crappy player he was. He picked up the puppy when he felt him chewing at the bottom of his jeans. The comments quickly turned from insults to coos when everyone saw a little wagging tail and an adorable pink tongue licking at your boyfriends nose.

violet_knight87: omg puppy!!!!

n1ck_the_n0rd: didn't know u had a dog??

hailhenry: is that a corgi? what's his name?

itsbethbaby: u look so cute with the puppy!! such a hottie 🥵

"He's my girlfriends puppy everyone relax... Babe! Get the dog!" he yelled to you. Your heart was pounding as you peed as quickly as you possibly could. You wiped in a hurry and washed your hands as fast as your body would allow.

The comments were all teasing him now. Claiming he's making up the fact he has a girlfriend. Someone like him couldn't possibly have a girlfriend. But he smirks, knowing they're all about to be proven dead wrong.

"I'm so sorry Tomura!" you spoke as you burst in to grab the puppy. The chat was in an uproar, not that Tomura was paying any attention as he handed the dog to you. "He's so sneaky, I could have sworn I shut the door." you told him.

"It's fine." he huffed. "Just put him back I've only got twenty minutes left. He alerted you. You turned to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist and started tapping on a spot of his cheek. You smiled, bending down to kiss him softly before you left.

n1ck_the_n0rd: how the fuck did u get a girl like that? 🔥🔥🔥

hailhenry: she's way out of ur league shig, did u brainwash her? LMAO

itsbethbaby: she isn't that hot wtf everyone... 😠

violet_knight87: anyone else missing the puppy? 😭

"Are you fucking kidding me? She pursued me you fuckers." he complained, very irritated by the insinuation that he wasn't good enough for you. "Babe? Get your ass in here." he demanded as he called for you down the hallway. You made sure to securely close the door behind you to keep the puppy at bay.

"Everything okay?" you wondered. He pulled you onto his lap and told you to say hello. You smiled widely and said hello to everyone watching.

"Tell them how much you love me princess, tell them you came onto me." he instructed. You felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment, but did as you were told.

"I love Tomura very much. I had a crush the minute I laid eyes on him and asked him out! Is that all?" you wondered. He read the comments, they were all still doubting your words. He was seething.

"Show them."

"Huh?"

"Get on your knees and show them how much you love me." he said with an entirely straight face. You searched his eyes looking for any inkling that he was joking. He couldn't possibly think this was a good idea. Surely he didn't expect you to humiliate yourself like this. "Now."

You dropped to your knees like it was second nature. You began undoing the button of his jeans and pulled the zip down. His length sprung free and smacked off his abs. He smirked as he read the comments while you began to beat him off. Things like this isn't really about to happen right? But yes, it was. He moved your hair to the side so they could all get a good look at your face.

"Stop staring at it, suck it already."

With that, you sunk your mouth onto his shaft, gobbling up each and every inch. Coos of 'good girl' and 'that's my little slut' rushed straight to your cunt.

He grinned as he noticed his viewer count dramatically increase each second. It must be true when people say sex sells. You sucked him off for the remainder of the stream. Your jaw was aching and you were desperate to shower away your shame. He pulled the webcam down to give everyone a first person view of what a good cockslut you were. He began pumping himself quickly. He squirted his release in and around your mouth.

"Swallow it." he told you. You did, sticking your tongue out for good measure. "Tell them how much you love my cock."

"I love your cock Tomura... s'fucking perfect. I love you Tomura."

He feels very fucking smug reading the chat now. Compliments of what a big cock he has, what a perfect slut he has, how he should invite you onto every stream.

"I'm ending this stream now, gonna fuck her brains out til she's crying. Bye cunts."

this is part of my ON THE JOB event

© 2021 fuwushiguro

[nad-zeta]

A whole new world

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Leonardo x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1200

Comments: Eeeeep guess whose special day it is today!!!??? lolol! Eeeep //dances around ❤❤Hehehe none other than our cutie lil albyyy! Happy birthday flower sis! ❤ Hope you have the best day ever filled with allll the cake and candy!!!! 😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @alby-rei

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Call it fate or call it a whim, but you certainly did not want to spend your birthday holed up, woman alone in your apartment. So, when the opportunity presented itself, you jumped — jet setting off to the vast unknown and finding yourself among the dust and sand. 

It was scorching hot under the hellish desert sun, and after what felt like an eternity of walking, you were practically praying to any and every god for relief. Were you starting to question your life choices every 2 mins after the first hour of the tour? Absolutely! If you could go back in time and choose a beachside birthday week instead? If only time travel were invented!  

Finally, by some miracle, you and the small group guided by the one and only Aladdin — the irony of which had you in stitches upon discovery — made it to the secret destination. A large gaping hole in the middle of nowhere. You had to rub your eyes just to make sure it was indeed there and not some trick of the mind. Staring down at the desert hole of hell, one thought crossed your mind, "jip, this was where you were going to meet your end." 

Regardless of your conspiracies that Aladdin may be a serial killer, you dutifully followed one after the other like sheep descending into the cool darkness. You honestly didn't know what to expect. Half of you screamed that there would be an overpriced gift shop conveniently placed below selling overpriced water to the gullible tourists, but the other half of you wondered if you were in a live-action game of the imposters. Although, much to your disappointment or grief? There was only stone, and you guessed it, more sand. 

You opted to wander aimlessly, breaking away and straying further and further from the group. Aladdin had given one rule upon entry into the tunnels, stick together and don't explore on your own. In your defence, moments after he made the warning, his monkey hopped from his shoulder and scampered off down a dark tunnel, so clearly, if the monkey can explore and find his way back, so could you. 

As you ventured deeper, your fingertips traced the ancient carvings of stories untold and long forgotten. Soon the group's voices were but a mumbling echo. However, when the voices grew too faint, you decided to turn back. Only, as you turned your back to the endless unknown, you could have sworn you saw something move in the darkness. 

"Hello," you called out cautiously, ready to book it at the drop of a pin. But nothing called back; not a sound could be heard, a fact that you were becoming increasingly aware of. 

A cold gust of wind galled past you and took with it your sense of sight, leaving you with nothing but goosebumps.

"Shit, shit, shit," you squealed, scurrying frantically for a lighter. Your fingers stung as you rolled the rough metal starter for the millionth time and cursed it for letting you down in such a pivotal moment. Empty. The damn thing was empty. 

You gazed around, willing your eyes to adapt to the new surroundings when a beacon of hope caught your sight. The group!

You rushed towards the golden light, "I'm here!" You exclaimed, stumbling over your feet as the source seemed to move back with every step you took forward. "Hey! Wait up!"  You lost count of how many corners you rounded or tunnels you ventured down. Finally, you made it to a dead end with a single crawl space from whence the light was brightly illuminated. 

Had you not heard voices, you might not have decided to crouch down and army crawl to the end of the opening. But let's face it, you were desperate.

You slithered through in record time, only to be greeted by an empty catacomb, with not a single living soul other than yourself. The hairs on your arms stood tall when you glanced around the eerie room with one thought creeping in the back of your mind, "where did those voices come from." 

Despite your predicament, it was breathtaking, with floors and walls covered in pure gold. Mountains upon mountains of treasures, from diamonds to jewels, it honestly was every wanna-be Indiana Jone’s dream. 

You tiptoed around, careful not to touch a single item. You had seen enough movies to know better than to disturb a treasure trove. Except you didn't bargain on a stray vine growing between the cracks of gold, nor did you anticipate your poor unsuspecting foot deciding to yeet on its own accord. 

In your descent down, you broke your own rule, reaching for the closest object and missing it by a hair's breadth. Your silken scarf was the only thing that managed to touch the artefact, gently brushing over it as your face met the ground.

"Shit, I really wish I could have seen that vine," you muttered from your place on the ground wincing at the dull pain of your palms.

In an instance, the room filled with smoke, the lingering tobacco tickled your nose and hid a lazing figure. 

"That's a shame; I would have wished for a longer nap," the voice yawned beneath the veil.

"W-what?" The word escaped you as you fell back, squinting your eyes to better look at the intruder. Your efforts were for nought as all you could see were two golden eyes beaming at you. If you haven't known better, you'd have thought it the Cheshire Cat; if the Cheshire cat smoked, perhaps it was a cheap knockoff? 

The shadow moved closer, and from the smoke, a giant hand, cuffed in gold and jewels, appeared. "Scusa, let me help you."

You hesitated, of course, you did, but you found yourself compelled, and before you knew it, you were face to face with a handsome Italian man. 

'Dreams really do come true,’ your mind seemed to scream upon remembering your jest of an early birthday wish. 

"Uh, thanks," you managed to mutter out, almost sure that the laugh that escaped the man was a result of your ever-burning face. 

"Now, about those wishes," his grin widened as he released you from his hold and leaned back against the golden pillar, pulling out another cigarillo from the dust of the air. 

"You know smoking ruins your lungs," you blurted out absent-mindedly while looking for a logical explanation as to where this man could possibly have come from. You needed to get back to your tour group asap, lest you be left behind with this strange, strange man. Handsome. But strange. 

"You could have all the riches in the world at the snap of a finger, and you care more for my health? Heh, you are unusual. You'd make a fascinating study." He let go of a deep chuckle taking a drag of his sig. His golden eyes seemed to shine as he watched you with childlike curiosity.

"Wellllll, look at the time; it was nice meeting you, but I think I should head on out," you finger gunned, turning heel and scurrying to the nearest door. 

"I wish I was back with the tour group." The words fell from your lips in a sigh when said door was sealed tighter than the shirt Aladdin was wearing, and like magic, you were transported. 

"1 left," you jumped from your skin when a husky voice appeared at your side. 

"W-whaaa!" 

It took a near heart attack and about 20 mins of explaining to finally come to grips with the fact that magic was indeed real and that you, though unsuspectingly, had stumbled upon a genie's lamp. 

"Might I remind you, Cara mia, you still have one wish remaining," Leonardo, the name of the genie you later found out to be, reminded. It had been 1 whole year since your spontaneous trip, and the day of your birthday had finally arrived once more.

"I know," you had shrugged off the statement as you had done a thousand times in the past months. It was a selfish desire on your part, but you found that you just couldn't seem to make that last wish; you just couldn't seem to let the poor man go. You found yourself enjoying his company somewhere between the teasing and jokes.

Placing the cake in the centre of the table, you gestured for the man to take a seat across from you. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a single candle. With gleaming eyes, he lit it with a snap of a finger. 

"Make a wish," he teased, grinning widely. 

"I wish for you to be free," and like the breath that left your lungs, a swirl of colours gusted through the kitchen, and when you opened your eyes, the man was gone. 

You stifled a bitter laugh, trying to plaster a smile on your face, but your eyes betrayed the bittersweet happiness your heart felt for a friend who had received his own greatest wish and the loss of a love that was never confessed.

You didn't even notice the tear slipping from your eyes as you stared blankly at the chocolate cake.

"Now, Cara mia, when you cry like that, you make it impossible for me to leave you alone for even a second." 

You whipped your head around to see Leonardo in all his glory, completely unburdened and free, holding 2 plates and forks with a teasing smirk.

"I thought-" 

"Enough of the crying; show me that happy smile of yours, ye?" Leonardo said with a wary laugh, sauntering over with frowning eyes.

Your heart started racing when he gently cupped your cheeks, wiping away the trails of sadness, only to bring about a blooming smile as he squished your face together. 

"Happy birthday." He said with a satisfied smile, and before you even had time to process the adoring kiss dropped on your smooshed lips, he was already cutting you a slice of cake.

[actualbird]

*runs up to the door giddily and knocks*

trick or treat!!

*takes a candy bar out of my candy basket as well as a pack of gummy candies and holds them out to the person answering the door*

treats for you!!

happy halloween :DDD

[YOU APPROACH THE BLOG HOUSEHOLD, POLITELY KNOCKING ON THE BLOG DOOR]

[FROM INSIDE THE BLOG DWELLING (THE....BWELLING? NO, THATS NOT RIGHT EITHER, WE'RE GONNA KEEP WORKSHOPPING THIS ONE TIL WE FIND ONE THAT WORKS, GODDAMNIT...) YOU EXCITEDLY AWAIT ANY NOISE OR SOUNDS FROM WITHIN

HAVING SEEN THE FIRST TO TRICK-OR-TREATERS BE GREETED BY ARTEM PLUSH AND PEANUT RESPECTIVELY, YOURE LOOKING FORWARD TO WHO WILL BE THE ONE TO GREET YOU!

BUT IN YOUR EXCITEMENT, YOU ARE UNABLE TO GATHER ANY CLUES FROM THE SURROUNDING AUDIO. HM, DID YOU NOT KNOCK LOUD ENOUGH?

CURIOUS, YOU PACE TO THE SIDE OF THE BLOG PORCH (THE BLORCH...) TO CHECK THROUGH THE WINDOWS BEFORE WALKING BACK AND---]

[AAAH! YOU BUMPED YOUR LEG INTO SOMETHING!]

SOMETHING: Woah, hey! Excuse me, you're supposed to look ahead while walking!

[OR...SOMEONE?]

[YOU DART YOUR EYES BACK TO THE DOOR AND SEE IT IS OPEN, SO YOU SCAN YOUR EYES FROM TOP TO BOTTOM OF THE DOORFRAME TO SEE---]

[...MARIUS PLUSH!!!]

MARIUS PLUSH: Geez, just a little more and you might've punted me to the next blog over!

[AH, SORRY ABOUT THA---WAIT A MINUTE! NO, YOU KNOW HOW MARIUS' INTRODUCTION SCENE IN-GAME PLAYS OUT, YOU KNOW HE TRICKED MC INTO THINKING FOR A HOT SEC THAT SHE BUMPED INTO HIM WHEN IT WAS HE WHO BUMPED INTO HER]

[MARIUS! VON!! HAGEN!!!]

MARIUS PLUSH: Haha, okay okay, you got me, I just wanted to play a little trick. Don't be too mad!

[YOU STAY A LITTLE BIT MAD, TURNING AWAY AND POUTING]

MARIUS PLUSH: ....Please 🥺?

[YOU CANT HELP BUT LOOK AT HIM AND---YO, HOW THE FUCK IS HE DOING THAT???]

[THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL AND PANACHE, MARIUS BRINGS FORTH THE POWER OF SEVERAL PLEADING EMOJIS IN HIS VOICE. HES TOO GOOD AT THIS...]

[OKAY OKAY FIIINE, YOURE NOT MAD ANYMORE (NOT THAT YOU WERE VERY MAD AT ALL TO BEGIN WITH, BUT HE DOESNT NEED TO KNOW THAT)]

MARIUS PLUSH: Hehe, great! For all that trouble, I guess now it's time to give you your treat!

[MARIUS PLUSH QUICKLY SCAMPERS INSIDE AND COMES BACK OUT WITH THE CANDY BASKET ATOP HIS HEAD]

MARIUS PLUSH: You know the rules, just one handful per guest!

[YOU DUTIFULLY TAKE ONE HANDFUL OF CANDIES, AND MARIUS PLUSH LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO SEE YOU OFF, BUT BEFORE HE CAN, YOU HAND HIM A PACKET OF GUMMIES AND A CANDY BAR]

[AS HE TAKES THEM WITH HIS ADORABLY TINY NUBBY HANDS, HE LOOKS TAKEN ABACK BY YOUR KINDNESS]

MARIUS PLUSH: Thank you...

[IT'S HEARTWARMING TO SEE THAT HE'S GENUINELY MOVED...]

MARIUS: ....Guess you like me more than you let on, eh? >:3c

[AAAAND THE MOMENT'S OVER, AS IT USUALLY IS WITH MARIUS. STILL, YOU LAUGH AT HIS ANTICS AND WAVE GOODBYE TO HIM AS HE WISHES YOU A GREAT HALLOWEEN!]

[YOU TAKE A LOOK AT THE CANDIES YOU GOT, AND YOU HAVE RECEIVED A BUNCH OF ASSORTED MENTOS!!!]

[READ THE FULL TRICK OR TREAT SAGA FROM THE BEGINNING?]

[whattheheckmidoriya]

hello!! (•u• ✨) can I please request midoriya x reader fic where they’re childhood friends and have been dating since middle school? and class 1-a finds out about it and their reactions are just funny and chaotic lol. (they all think mido and mc are just friends cause they can’t see deku in a relationship 💀😂) thank you so much!!

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Quick mention of injury (no descriptions!), secret relationship

Word Count: 2,067

Author's Note: Hey, amor! Thank you so much for this request! A secret relationship with Izuku sounds so pure??? This boy would be so gentle and caring?? OH MY HEART🥺 I hope you enjoy and thank you once again for trusting me with this request!

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Izuku never liked keeping secrets, but your relationship with him might be the only truth he was willing to hold back from his friends.

It’s not like he’s ashamed of calling you his girlfriend— bless his soul, this kid would never even give you the chance to second guess his love for you— he simply thinks that keeping what you two have away from gossip is safer. You agreed wholeheartedly, never telling your friends about your love life or anything to could lead to suspicions of such a thing.

It was fun, to be honest. The secrecy, the subtle glances and ghosting touches, the thrill of a hidden love for one another that was so pure and gentle.

Izuku has been by your side since you were kids in elementary school, back when you would run around the park playing hero and villain together. He was there when you discovered your quirk, cheering you on even when you were too scared to explore your power. He left doodles of All Might on your cast when you broke your leg while playing him and Kacchan at the park. He was the one who, despite his lack of a quirk, inspired you to be a hero. It was his selflessness and bravery that drew you to him.

You were there for him when his mom gave up on him ever developing a quirk. You gave him the space to talk about his observations on other heroes— heck, you even let him study the uses of your quirk and worked alongside him as he helped you improve your skills. When Kacchan tried to tear Izuku down, you always stepped in, bringing the ash blonde down a notch or two. Further down the line, after the U.A. entrance exam, he had even trusted you with the secret of his new quirk— which led you to have a serious conversation with All Might, but that’s besides the point.

No one would believe you if you told them you’ve been dating Izuku since middle school. It was funny, actually. Scampering away from the school hallways just to get a moment of privacy, sending texts back and forth with shy confessions of love while trying to keep your phone screens away from anyone’s sight, acting like you were going different ways once school was out for the day only to meet up several blocks down the road.

The secrecy simply became the norm, even after you both got into U.A. Now, your secret had a bigger purpose: to protect each other in this crazy hero life you both aimed for.Problem was that, unlike the kids back in middle school, your new friends were much more observant. They never shied away from asking prying questions, never cared to hide the way they would wiggle their eyebrows whenever you and Izuku crossed paths.

The teasing was relentless, but it was only rooted in rumors.

Until now.

You had been been training on the fields just outside of U.A with your friends, and being paired with Kacchan meant that you would not leave unscathed from the training grounds. Regardless of the boy’s quirk, you always did well to defend yourself and counter his attacks, giving boom boy a good run for his money; the fact that you were so good at battling against him meant that he would do anything and everything in his power to win this training session.

The entire class was sat on the field, watching you face off against Kacchan with adrenaline and excitement. Izuku was sitting on the grass, quickly jotting down notes on his notebook as he watched the whole thing unfold, surely hoping to run his observations through you once your match was over. His focus was solely on you, his eyes glimmering with admiration so strong yet so soft, a warm sense of pride flooding his heart as he watched you attack the ash blonde boy.

Kaminari and Kirishima were sitting on either side of Izuku, sharing knowing glances with each other as their friend paused his writing, his eyes settled on you as his lips quirked into a small smile.

“Midoriya, your girlfriend sure isn’t making it easy for Bakugo,” Kaminari teased, watching as you dodged an explosion before sending an attack of your own.

Kirishima nodded, smiling as he nudged Izuku's shoulder. “Yeah, your girl's amazing!”

Izuku really wasn’t listening, wasn’t paying attention to where he was or who he was around, you being his only fixation. So, he didn’t hesitate when he opened his mouth and—

“She is, isn’t she?”

Both Kirishima and Kaminari gaped at the boy, edging on shocked and amused. Parts of them thought that maybe they heard him wrong, that they were just so excited to get a confession out of him that their minds simply made one up for them— but they knew the boy had said exactly what they heard.

Whenever your friends confronted either one of you over the rumors of your relationship, you always shut them down without second thought, always just saying that people were confusing your friendship for something more.  Izuku always shook his head, laughing nervously with a quick “Oh— we're not together! We’re just friends!”, but not this time. No, this time he slipped up.

Izuku tensed, his cheeks burning as he quickly dropped his notebook, turning to his friends with wide eyes. “Wait, no! That’s not what I meant! She’s– she's my friend, not my girlfriend—”

Izuku Midoriya might be an extraordinary hero, but the poor boy couldn’t lie to save his own life. He could barely get away with a lie on a good day, but there was no way his friends would believe him now that his cheeks were tinted red and he couldn’t hold eye contact with either one of them.

“Oh my God,” Kaminari, gasped. The boy jumped up, taking hold of his red-headed counterpart, shaking his shoulders with a sense of victory. “They are dating! We knew it!”

“Who’s dating?”

All three boys turned to find Mina leaning over, a curious smile playing on her lips.

Izuku’s eyes widened, waving his hands dismissively in a panic. “No one—!”

“Our precious Midoriya and (L/N)!” Kaminari jumped, practically shaking with excitement as Mina squealed. “Can you believe it?! Our boy’s all grown up!” he wiped an imaginary tear away.

“No way! I always knew you two would make a good couple!” Mina cheered, catching the attention of the rest of the class. “Wait– you have to tell us! When did you ask her out?!”

Izuku gulped nervously, shielding himself behind his notebook, hoping that if he couldn’t see them, they would all disappear and leave him alone.

You were busy dodging another attack from Bakugo, swiftly twisting out of the way of an explosion before pushing him back a few steps with an attack of your own.

“Argh! Just die already!” Bakugo grunted, his chest rising and falling erratically as he sent a glare your way, clearly annoyed that he hasn’t knocked you down yet.

A laugh spilled past your lips as you wiped the sweat from your brow, raising your fists to steady yourself for another attack. “C'mon, Kacchan, I know you can do better than that! You aren’t losing your touch after all these years, are you?”

He bared his teeth at you, flexing his fingers before a spark crackled in his hands. “Go to hell! As if I’d ever lose to you!” His lips twisted into a snarl, vermillion eyes shining at the challenge.

“Then you better step it up, boom boy,” you smiled, bouncing on your heels at the anticipation of his attack.

The fight went on fiercely, a blur of swings, attacks and defensive maneuvers, both of you receiving your fair share of hits that were likely to bruise later. You stumbled back a few steps, readying yourself to dodge another blast when the class started yelling, grabbing your attention for a split second.

“You and (L/N) have been dating in secret for that long?!”

What the—, your thoughts were cut off by a blast that blew you several feet away from the training grounds, your breath rushing out of your lungs as you crashed on the ground with a grunt.

The class turned at the sound of the explosion, Izuku’s heart seizing as he spotted you struggling to get back on your feet. He immediately raced to you, dropping to his knees by your side as you gasped for air.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?” he was frantically searching you over for injuries until you waved him off in the middle of a coughing fit.

“I’m… fine,” you grunted, taking hold of his hand before giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Just got the air knocked out of me.”

His sighed in relief, smiling as he helped you off the ground, once again looking over you to make sure you weren’t actually injured.

Your friends were all around you now, their faces warm with joy and excitement as they looked at your intertwined hands.

Izuku bit his lip nervously, glancing at your amused expression. “I’m guessing you heard what happened,” he sighed, a look of worry washing over his features. “Are you mad I slipped up?”

You laughed at him, the sound making him smile in return with a glint of adoration in his eyes. “I’m sure they would’ve found out sooner or later,” you pressed a soft kiss onto his scarred knuckles, chuckling at the chorus of awww's that echoed from your group of friends. “So no, I’m not mad.”

“I can’t believe you kept this a secret from us!” Mina spoke up, her smile bright and genuine. “All this time, you had us thinking those rumors were fake!”

“Yeah! You guys fooled us good!” Sero exclaimed, leaning against Kirishima as the red head flashed you both a smile of approval.

“I’m surprised you idiots couldn’t figure it out on your own.” Kacchan snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as he pushed his way to the front of the group where he could be face-to-face with you and Izuku.

You both blinked at him in surprise, tilting your heads with curiosity.

“Kacchan, you knew?” The blond glared at your boyfriend, almost insulted that the freckled boy even doubted how good of an observer he was.

“Of course I knew, you moron!” Kacchan scoffed, making you laugh under your breath. “You two dumbasses forget that you’ve been a pain in my ass since before elementary!”

“You knew this entire time?! Why didn’t you say anything?!” Kaminari shouted, exasperated at his friend’s lack of gossiping.

You raised an eyebrow, urging Kacchan to answer as Izuku gave your hand a subtle squeeze.

“Their relationship is none of my business,” he stated dryly before turning to the two of you, and you didn’t miss the soft look that flashed in his eyes. “But if they tried keeping it a secret for so many years, they must’ve had a reason.”

Izuku nodded, gratefully with a smile playing his lips. “Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Shut it, you damn nerd.”

You both laughed at that, not missing the subtle smile the blonde quickly replaced with a frown.

It didn’t take long for the group to go back to their previous spot on the grass away from the training grounds, leaving you with your boyfriend for a brief moment.

You rested your head on his shoulder, a lazy smile settling on your lips as you let out a deep breath. Izuku smiled at you, his eyes twinkling with a love he no longer had to keep hidden. “Tired? Maybe we could grab something to eat before washing up?”

Humming in approval, you once again pulled his hand to your lips, gently kissing the scars of his battered skin. “That sounds nice.”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to the warmth of his chest before pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. “It’s kinda weird not having to sneak around to do this anymore,” he laughed while you leaned into his touch. “I love you so much.”

You beaming up at him, your smile making his heart soar. “I love you too, Izuku.”

As you made your way back to the group, you heard someone shout at the top of their lungs, excitement tightly knit into their words.

“We are so planning a wedding!”

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Ok, love me some dilf Joseph. Love him LOTS. But consider... single y/n friends with Suzi who's noticed how lonely you are and setting you up with equally single dilf Caesar. (WHENEVER I SEE ANYONE MAKE SUZI A WINGMAN BOI I DIE WHAT A QUEEN)

Anon oh my goodness YES. Dilf Caesar is an excellent idea anyway, but Suzi playing wingman to set you two up? I love it! You’re two of the most important people in her life— you’re her friend, and she and Caesar are practically siblings for as close as they are and as many years as they’ve known each other. When she hears you complain about shitty guys you’ve dated or been into, or tell her how you wish you could find someone who’s more mature, has their life together, isn’t afraid to settle down…. Well, she knows immediately what to do 😌

She tries to start small, suggesting that you tag along when she goes to meet up with Caesar. You’ve heard her mention him before and he sounds nice, but oh my god Suzi never told you how handsome he is ??? You arrive at some little café and there’s this stunning blonde man, gleaming smile, eyes you could get lost in, the faintest bit of scruff, and a muscular build just starting to soften into a bit of a dad bod. Suzi just smiles to herself as the two of you lock eyes and both turn a little pink. Caesar, of course, smoothly recovers, kissing your hand and introducing himself. He’s intelligent, polite, charming, and the two of you hit it off really well.

After a few months of beating around the bush, he asks you on a date. Dinner goes well, but it’s the part after that has you swooning. Going back to Caesar’s place to chat and getting to meet his daughter (babysitter Suzi apologizes sheepishly for not having her in bed yet, but the little girl excitedly chats with you for a little until her papa insists it’s bedtime.) Before she scampers off with Auntie Suzi to get into her pajamas, she beams at you, announcing, “Daddy was right, you are really pretty!” Caesar is flustered at first, but you smile and kiss him on the cheek shyly, thanking him for an amazing night. The rest is pretty much history 💕 You become part of the family seamlessly, and Caesar is quick to suggest the idea of a few more kids 😉

(Also just a little idea that I think is so soft— Caesar’s favorite flower is canonically the sunflower… so I love to think that he affectionately calls his daughter his girasole, or sunflower in Italian 🥺🌻)

[pinkhairedlily]

#SasuSakuPracticePrompt : Stray Cat

Meow.

Ah, so this is where Sasuke sneaks off to after their trainings with Kakashi. The sight of him surrounded with kittens make Sakura giggle, throwing away her position.

He glares at her with a pout and flaming cheeks. She runs to his side and takes the kibble jar from his hands.

“I can help you feed them, Sasuke-kun!” But the cats have already scampered off.

“Great, you drove them away,” he grumbles.

She doesn’t know what happened, but she’s suddenly overcome with sneezes and teary eyes.

“And you’re allergic to them too.”

---

A week after Sasuke deserted Konoha, Sakura went back to that area with a heavy heart. She shakes the kibble jar, and the colony of tabby, calico, and torties tentatively crawl out from their hiding spots. She tries to pet a white heterochromia cat, but it ends up hissing at her.

Where the cries start with the allergies and end with her own heartbreak, she doesn’t know. In between her heaves and sneezes, Sakura blurts out, “Why do you need to push me away too?”

---

She’s now a medic nin, and Naruto just came back from his training with Jiraiya. It’s a good day so far until she sees the heterochromia cat has its blue eye scratched across. There’s a sharp intake of breath before she dives in to get the cat behind the cart. He bites her hand in retaliation but Sakura squishes him against her chest.

She quickly heals him as the bite starts to bleed. The eye cannot be saved but the wound closes up quickly. “Lucky for you, white pirate. I can heal the two of us now.”

She lets go of him after the quick operation and heals her wound next.

When she returned to feed them the next day, the white pirate rubbed against her legs.

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

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“Sakura?”

She turns at the sound of his voice; he’s out and about a week after his hospital discharge. Shock registers in his face as he sees the cat house in the middle of the street. In his lone hand is a kibble jar.

“Ah, I just finished feeding them though.” She fishes out a tissue from her pocket and sneezes on it. “Sorry about that.”

The white pirate is the first to walk towards him, tail erect with slight swaying, and rubs a welcome on his leg. The other cats soon follow and he’s suddenly surrounded with meows and purrs.

“They’ve been waiting for you.”

Sasuke gives the giggling (and sneezing) Sakura a baffling look. “But I’ve been gone for so long. How can they remember me?”

Her giggles subside into a soft smile as he bends down to pet the waiting furry heads. “Simple. I always told them about you.”

for @kjt1124 🌸🍅 thank you so much for buying me coffee. i really appreciate it. i hope you always have good days ahead of you. thank youuuu 🥺

[becca-e-barnes]

Soo this may sound really cliché but I'm a slut for cliché, so what do u think about Zemo x female Reader where he's working on something important and has to be with his phone all the time, therefore he can't give the reader the attention she needs/wants. Maybe it could be really angsty but ending up really fluffy? whatever you decide, thank you🥺💞

I haven’t written for Zemo in a hot minute, I’ve missed him sm! 🥺 Thank you so much for this request!! 💗 I loved writing it and honestly, it had me so torn bc I feel like Zemo wouldn’t prioritise anything over his gf! Like this man just wants you to know how loved you are all the damn time and nothing is gonna get in his way (also domestic Zemo in loungewear makes me all 🥺) Hope you like it, thank you so much for being patient!!

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Lil angst but mostly fluff tbh

Summary: It’s your birthday and despite Zemo’s best efforts, he can’t give you his undivided attention.

“Helmuttttt, you promised you wouldn’t be working this weekend.” You whined, trying to make your tone as playful as possible to hide the fact you were actually quite annoyed that his phone had hardly left his hand all day. It was your birthday weekend and your hard-working boyfriend had promised you his undivided attention; something you didn’t receive often despite his good intentions. Sure he had taken you out for the day, going in and out of every shop you could think of, buying you anything and everything you so much as looked at. You had protested of course, telling him it was too much but he hadn’t cared, a little smile creeping across his face as he told you that you deserved the best and he intended to give it to you. But even as he had carried your shopping bags full of expensive gifts, his phone stayed glued to his hand, texting away whenever your back was turned.

“I’m sorry, my dove, I am almost done.” He soothed, still not taking his eyes away from that stupid little device in his hand. You were back in the little house you shared together, all the bags of expensive gifts laid by the front door.

“You said you were almost done earlier Helmut.” You pouted softly, starting to feel more than a little dejected from the lack of attention.

“I know my love, apologies. Please, go choose a movie, any one you want. I’ll finish up here and we can watch it together.” His sweet brown eyes made it so clear that he had the best intentions, obviously completely torn between his commitment to his work and his love of you. He wanted to give you the best birthday, he wanted to make sure you knew how important you are to him but God, did his lifestyle make it difficult. You cracked a little smile at his sincerity, placing a loving kiss to his forehead before scampering off to choose a movie and set up your cosy living room.

It didn’t take long for you to set everything up exactly as you wanted it, lighting the huge fire, pulling some snacks together and collecting the spare duvet that you kept for occasions like this. You loved these lazy afternoons, the fact they were few and far between only made you truly appreciate them more. The only real light in the room came from the roaring fire, crackling and popping fiercely, pumping heat into the massive living space. While Helmut Zemo came from some very old money, he had done everything in his power to modernise your house while keeping all those little lavish quirks that came with owning such an old, ornate building. You flopped down on the huge sofa, admiring your handiwork, just waiting for your boyfriend to join you, hoping he wouldn’t be too long, wrapping yourself up in the soft duvet.

“You will have to make some space for me, my love.” You heard him chuckle from the doorway, laughing at all the little dishes of snacks you had laid out in his usual spot. His phone was nowhere to be seen as he laid down beside you, setting all the little bowls on the coffee table. He had changed his clothes, no longer wearing that huge coat with the fur lining, opting instead for some more comfortable loungewear that you had bought him for Christmas. You hadn’t seen him wear it very often, mainly due to the fact he had very little down time. The soft, fleecy burgundy material made him look so snug and cosy, you couldn’t help but smile, stretching out your arms and doing the little grabby motion with your hands that you knew he loved so much.

“What are we watching, my dove?” He asked softly, letting you rest your head on his chest, snuggled up against his body.

“You said I could choose so I picked Legally Blonde.” You smiled gleefully, lifting the little TV remote to press the ‘play’ button.

“Again? I think we watched that last time, no?” He chuckled, stroking through your hair lovingly with his fingers, kissing the top of your head.

“It’s my favourite, Helmut.” You laughed quietly, melting into his broad chest and gentle touches. The movie started and you found yourself getting completely distracted by the plot, not even noticing your boyfriend had been texting away on his stupid phone again until it rang.

“I’m sorry my love, I have to take this.” He explained, brow furrowed as he shifted you off him so he could take the call somewhere more private. You couldn’t help but sigh sadly, not really wanting to feel like you were second best on your own birthday. You knew there was nothing he could do, this wasn’t his fault after all but it did hurt to see how he seemingly had all the time in the world for whoever was on the other end of his phone yet you didn’t get that same treatment, even for one day of the year. You couldn’t even make out his hushed conversation, his voice muffled by the thick wooden door but the sound of his footsteps, heading away from the living room were unmistakeable, leaving you alone on the huge sofa. Even your favourite movie couldn’t distract you from the sad ache that managed to settle in your chest, despite how hard you tried to push it away. It was draining, knowing that while he was the most important thing in your life, that wasn’t always reciprocated by Helmut. The huge grandfather clock on the wall ticked faintly, marking each lonely second. With each gentle tick, the space your boyfriend had occupied on the sofa only grew colder. Helmut Zemo had promised you the world, but what good would the world be to you if he wasn’t around to share it with you. Eventually, the end credits rolled and even the cheerful ending wasn’t enough so mollify that sad longing in your chest. Instead you just curled up under the heavy comforter, TV switched off once more and snacks entirely discarded.

You couldn’t tell how long it took for your boyfriend to come back but eventually the heavy door creaked open once more and you felt his body slot against yours as it had been before he left.

“Missed you.” You whispered against his body, letting him pull you close, obviously so aware that he had neglected you almost all day, even though he had promised not to.

“I missed you too, my sweet.” His voice was so soft and thoughtful, not the same hushed whisper he used on the phone. The silence after that hung heavily in the room. He didn’t want to explain why his work was taking so much of his attention away from you, not wanting to give it any more of his time but still feeling like you were owed the explanation.

“Can you do something for me, my dove?” He asked quietly after a long pause, lifting your chin in one of his delicate hands so you would be forced to look up at him. You nodded quickly, taking in the little loving expression on his face. “Will you keep this for me?” He presented you with his phone, already switched off. “Don’t let me have it back.” You couldn’t help but smile, taking the offending device from him and tucking it gently into the pocket of your hoodie. “I am entirely yours.” He promised, knowing that this time, he would keep his word.

“Thank you Helmut, it means a lot.” You whispered, pulling him into a chaste kiss, his fingers caressing the back of your neck, touches only feather light against your skin.

“I wish I could’ve done it sooner my dove. I’m sorry, today wasn’t exactly as I had planned. Something came up and I –“ he began but you cut him off with another gentle kiss.

“You don’t need to explain. It’s okay.” You mumbled against his lips, caressing his soft cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“But I do, sweet pea. I didn’t keep my word, I promised you my undivided attention and you didn’t get it.” You could tell it was genuinely eating him up that he hadn’t been able to control how much of his time was spent with you.

“I have you now, don’t I?” You questioned, trying your best to ease his guilty conscience.

“You do, my love.” He nodded, his hands on your waist, rubbing your soft skin with his fingertips. He lived for this kind of intimacy, the gentler side of life, the simplest pleasures life had to offer. No amount of money could buy the kind of peace you brought him, especially in moments like this. The gentle thud of your heart in your chest soothing him no end. These soft moments reminded him just how beautiful life could be, lavish clothes, fancy cars and huge houses paling in comparison to the love, forgiveness and true happiness only you could provide. “I just want to be able to give you the very best.” He admitted.

“I have the very best already Helmut, I have you.” He never understood how you could see him like that, looking past the hard exterior and the fancy title and falling in love with the parts of him he did his best to hide. He couldn’t understand it but God, was he endlessly thankful for it.