#and then go lie in a random spot and purr

[lyxchen]

So four of my friends are in relationships now... should I like, open up a form for girlfriend applications?

[sunny-fox]

Random thought from yesterday:

Pet! SAHSR (Self Aware Honkai Star Rail) AU

Notes: reverse isekai, characters turn into animals, Astral Express Crew, Caelus and Stelle are twins, kind of Cult! AU?

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Dutch Rabbit! Pom Pom who pretends that they don't like being petted. They don't look at you when you pet them, opting to stare at random things around them, but they move towards you slowly and secretly, a few steps at a time. They nuzzle into your palm but pretend that they didn't afterwards by ignoring you multiple times when you call their name. Pom Pom does try to nip at your fingers if you ruffle their fur too often, thinking that you're trying to mess up their soft fur. If Pom Pom is feeling particularly friendly on some days, they might even let you hold them for hours (they usually lie still in your arms for about 5 minutes before squirming to get away). March will start complaining and pawing at your arm though, as it's her spot on other days.

Cocker Spaniel! March 7th who loves following you around your house. She's quite energetic, often bringing her toys to you, pleading for you to play with her through her gaze. You do play with her, but it's impossible to do so every 10 minutes, what with your work and everyday duties. March gets bored when you can't play with her, lying on the floor and looking here and there for something else to play with (that isn't her toys). Don't be surprised when you return to the living room and find your bags turned inside out, belongings undamaged but strewn across the floor, Himeko picking them up and piling them together for you. March wants you to think of it as revenge for not playing with her (>:3).

Siberian cat! Dan Heng who prefers resting on cat trees than interacting with the others. He'll swipe a paw at anyone (except you) who dares invade his personal space, though he acts more lenient towards the other pets. He watches you from his special spot on the cat tree every time you walk around the house doing chores or just going from one room to another. Sometimes Dan Heng does follow you just like March, but if you tell him that he's practically tripping you every step you take, he quietly leaves and goes back to his spot. If March is following you as well, Dan Heng will paw at her back, telling her to follow him to the living room. He'll ask for help from Welt if she doesn't listen.

Maine Coon! Himeko who's just like the mom of the group. She's mostly calm, but will gently nip at the younger pets' ears or swipe a paw at them - claws retracted, of course - if they misbehave. Himeko likes it when you brush her fur. Eight to nine out of ten times she falls asleep when you do so. She has to have her fur brushed weekly if not daily - she'll bring her comb to you and purr to let you know. Himeko will curl up next to you if you let her sleep on your bed, guarding you throughout the night, nuzzling against you when you wake up screaming (or not) from nightmares.

Bernese Mountain Dog! Welt who's really calm and quiet. He rests his snout on the edge of your bed each morning so the first thing you see when you wake is a pair of honey-coloured eyes staring right back at you. Please pat his snout as a good morning; he'll feel so happy if you do! As mentioned above, Dan Heng asks Welt for help when March insists on running in circles around you: he picks her up by the scruff and takes her away. Welt likes to accompany you on walks at night, treasuring the precious time he gets to spend with you. There's this one time when you took a photo with Welt and put a pair of toy glasses on his snout. He seemed to love those glasses a lot after that.

Raccoons! Caelus and Stelle who are disappointed that they can't go dumpster diving in your house. You can't have garbage strewn around your house, after all. You caught them red-handed during their first few attempts after arriving at your house. When you leave your house, they'll try to dig through the trash cans again. March and Dan Heng try to stop them, with March tugging on Stelle's tail with her mouth and Dan Heng standing on his hind legs, trying to pry Caelus off the can. Eventually you prepared a huge box for the troublemaker twins and hid new toys or snacks in it, underneath old clothes and colourful, hollow plastic balls. That seemed to satisfy their interest in dumpster diving, albeit briefly. Caelus and Stelle still try to climb into trash cans whenever they go on walks with you.

Even though Pom Pom was a rabbit, Dan Heng and Himeko were cats, Welt and March were dogs, and Caelus as well as Stelle were raccoons, they often stuck together like a family. Pom Pom likes to make Welt's back their personal couch. Welt won't move at all unless you pick up Pom Pom or Pom Pom climbs off his back. Himeko plays with March to distract her from turning your house upside down when you're busy. Caelus, Stelle and Dan Heng lie in a cuddle pile during naps. Sometimes March, Himeko, Welt and Pom Pom join them too. You're quite puzzled as to why they love each other dearly, but hey, it's nice to see them acting like family, no?

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Had a lot of fun writing this :D

[redheadedpineapple]

Haikyuu bois with a s/o suffering on their period

Haikyuu bois with a menstruating s/o in pains ): Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Tendou Satori, Miya Atsumu fluff, slight mentions of blood / vomit, reader has a menstrual cycle GN!R

──────〔Bokuto Koutarou〕──────

ok this poor man is so concerned

he knows about periods and stuff right

but you keel over out of nowhere with your arms wrapped round your stomach

HE PANICS SM get this man a paper bag

rushes to your side and spitfires a hundred questions

you can’t help but smile at his energetic way of trying to help before grimacing again because PAIN

he’ll ask what he can do to help and does exactly as you say (and more)

picks you up to lie you down on the couch with a blanket, water, and a wastebin

goes to a local drug store and picks up some painkillers, a heat wrap, and extra menstrual hygiene products for you

sees the candy at the checkout area and has the brilliant idea of getting your favourite fast food/takeout for you along with your favourite candies (:

when he gets home with everything, you smile so widely

“Okay! It’s cuddle central now!” 

Bokuto will bring you onto his lap and cuddle you so close, making sure not to hold you too tightly. When he sees you having bad spikes of pain, he’ll pull you just a bit closer and kiss you and tell you that he loves you in a million different ways to try and distract you from the pain. 

He’s probably put on your favourite show or movies so you can watch together, and he’ll put his chin on your shoulder to snuggle you better. When you lean back onto him and let your head roll back against his shoulder, he’ll rub your tummy and soothe you. 

The first few times, he’s a bit clumsy, but he gets the hang of it to help you get through the week.

──────〔Akaashi Keiji〕──────  

he knows how to take care of you

everyone has to learn somehow anyway

it’s just that he learned through vast research and reading online forums from the very first day he met you

so when you’re finally comfortable enough with him and your relationship to let him be around you while you’re on your period, he already knows what to do

he’s prepared a bunch of your favourite foods and candies

stocked up on products of all sizes and forms in his apartment

when you come over, he’s made a blanket fort for you two and will give you all the love and attention you crave

makes sure you know he’s not annoyed with you

he’ll moderate your binge eating cravings for your own health, but as long as you’re healthy, he complies with nearly every wish of yours

if you’re vomiting and in complete misery, he holds your hair back if he needs to and will rub your back

doesn’t care about the mess, just makes sure you’re feeling nice n clean n comfy

“Kaashi,” you murmur, yawning. “‘Vrything hurts.” 

“I know, darling. C’mere.” He pats his lap, and you barely manage to crawl to him.

You push your face into the crook of his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. He’s got a heating pad between the two of you, and you purr at the warmth. He brushes through your hair, still damp from the shower, and softly hums. As you drift to sleep in his arms (his nice, nice arms), he keeps his lips against the top of your head and fingers sifting through your hair. 

You’ll wake up in the same position---he won’t move from that spot even if it kills him---all warm and comfy. When you’re reluctant to get up, he’ll carry you to the restroom so you can do your business. 

When you’re menstruating, you go from a monarch to a deity, and Akaashi Keiji will treat you as such.

──────〔Tendou Satori〕──────

laughs at you for a good half hour at first

you whine at him to shush 

he won’t

not until the particularly bad cramps start

that’s when you’re clutching your stomach and can’t move, and that’s when tendou gets mega confused and concerned

at first, he thinks it’s something unrelated

then he realises 

“ah fuck.”

he’ll furrow his eyebrows and try to figure out how to help

when you start barking demands at him, he complies with a smile

he’ll tease you here and there

“oh, pwoor baby needs their snackies”

but he’ll still get you them (and some for himself) regardless

will cuddle you if you wanna

you two will lounge around watching random, poorly rated netflix movies and making fun of them

even while you’re throwing up or in real bad pain, he makes you laugh

“Sto-o-op!” you whine, stuck between gut splitting pain and laughter. 

He goes on and on, exaggerating both his words and hand movements, and you can’t stop laughing. 

“I’m gonna die! Satori,” you draw out his name, a plea for mercy. He pokes your shoulder and giggles at you and pauses for a moment. You think you’re safe for a moment. 

“Hi gonna die, I’m dad.”

“You suck! I can literally feel blood gushing out and squelching, please.”

He just laughs at you as you smack him, scolding his dumb comedy. Being on your period with Tendou Satori means giggles all day long and also just. Pain.

──────〔Miya Atsumu〕──────

this man thinks he’s so smooth and knows everything

he prepares the heating pad and the treats and the food

he does not prepare for the absolute hell it really is

you’re on your knees in front of the toilet

he’s so confused, like doesn’t it just make you moody or whatever?

he carefully kneels next to you and rubs your back and asks if you’re okay

“NO MIYA ATSUMU, THERE IS BLOOD GUSHING OUT OF MY GROIN AND VOMIT GUSHING OUT MY---” 

he panics and tries to figure out how to help

if he asks, he probably won’t get much more than 

“i’d like my body to be restructured thanks”

when you’re feeling well enough to get away from the toilet, he’ll treat you so well

will binge random youtube series with you and joke about it

when you’re laughing really hard and it starts hurting, he’ll make sure to not giggle at you (even though he really wants to) and hold you close n make it all ok

You’re groaning into his chest and he’s coddling you, mumbling for you to remember to breathe and that he loves you and that it’ll be over soon and he’ll take you to your favourite restaurant or park or anything you’d like.

As you’re regaining your composure (and will to live), you smile at Atsumu and thank him. He’s stuck between a mix of cockiness (of course, he’s the best boyfriend) and confusion (but isn’t that the minimum he could possibly do? He wants to do everything and a half he can for you, but he’s lost as to what else he can do).

Miya Atsumu tries his best and will comfort you so much. The days after are pure bliss, finally feeling better and up for activities with him. 

[holylulusworld]

Nice boys don’t kiss like that

Title:  Nice boys don’t kiss like that.

Link: AO3

Square Filled: Crotchless underwear

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Tags: language, crotchless underwear, fingering, making-out, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done with them, Sam has a big dick, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of marking kink, angst, doggy style

Summary: Your panties drive Sam crazy.

Word Count: 1,7k

Created for: @spnkinkbingo​​​​.

SPN KINK BINGO 2021

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Nice boys don’t kiss like that,” you moan, eager to let him explore your mouth. 

He has you spread wide, his thighs keeping you open. While your hands claw at his shoulders, Sam shifts his hips, ruts his aching cock against your sex.

“Oh, shit yes, they do, Y/N,” he pants against your lips. “You will see I’m a good boy.” Sam purrs the words, and you shiver at the way his mouth claims your lips. “Fuck, I want to be inside of you.”

“Sam, where did you learn to kiss like that?" you ask, looking up at Sam. He’s a beautiful sight. His shaggy hair a mess, his lips swollen from your kisses, and his neck is marked with little love bites and hickeys. “Sam?”

“I could say porn, but it was practice, I guess,” Sam knows you hate when he brings up his former girlfriends, so he crushes his lips onto yours, greedily suckling at your tongue.

“Fuck, you leave me breathless,” panting heavily you drop your eyes to Sam’s crotch. “We got to get that monster inside me or it will burst your pants open. Get out of your clothes, Sam.”

“Not everyone is wearing crotchless underwear,” he balances his weight on one hand while he cups your mound with the other, thumb drawing circles on your swollen bud. “Didn’t take you for a little slut.”

“Winchester,” you growl, hips jerking upward when he presses his thumb against your opening. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, and you love it, don’t cha?” Sam is different tonight. Usually, he’s all soft looks and boyish charm but tonight, he cups your sex, shamelessly shoving two thick fingers inside your slicked cunt. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never want another dick inside that sloppy cunt.”

“SAM!” you grind against his fingers, moan loudly when he crooks his digits to press against the roof of your vagina. “Right there.”

“Oh, I know how to find your sweet spot,” he grins. “I can do you better than my brother ever could.”

“Why do you have to bring your big brother up while we are doing the nasty?” you push against Sam’s shoulders to get him off of you. “I’m not into your brother. Maybe if you didn’t run off with random girls all the time you would know I want you.”

“Baby girl,” rolling you onto your belly Sam groans when you raise your butt to show him your crotchless panties. “You are such a naughty slut for me.”

“I had to buy those to get you to finally see me,” you argue, breaking the tension. Sam ruined your mood by bringing Dean up and you doubt he’s interested in you. “Maybe I should go for Dean. He would fuck me without those slutty panties.”

“You won’t,” Sam almost pounces on you. He pushes you onto the mattress, covers your body with his frame to press his erection against your folds. “This body is mine and I’ll not allow anyone to touch you.”

“Says the guy ignoring me,” you huff when Sam hides his face in your neck. “You only ever looked at me when you discovered I am wearing those slutty panties you talked about with Dean. If not for me bending over and giving you a glimpse, you would fuck that petit blonde tonight.”

“Y/N,” he sighs in your neck, gently kissing your skin. “How about we just lie here and talk about your panties.” Sam snickers when you wiggle underneath his large dense body. “Baby girl, let me touch you the way you deserve.”

“You only want to fuck me with those panties on,” angrily pushing your ass into his crotch you smirk when Sam moans deeply. “Fucking pervert.”

“Do you remember the case last month?” he moves one hand under your body to cup your sex. “You wore one of my shirts as that waitress poured coffee over you. Damn, I was rock-hard the whole way back toward the bunker. I wanted to fuck you so badly.”

“Sam,” you grow impatient, rub your ass against his swelling length. “Stop toying with me and give me that large dick you are hiding in your pants.”

“Please, for the love of fuck stop making out while I’m in the same room,” Dean grunts, slamming the door to the bathroom shut. “And stop that roleplay crap. No one believes you are not fucking like rabbits for years.”

“Dean, don’t ruin the mood,” giggling you hide your face in the cushions at the same time as Sam grumbles in your neck. “We planned this for weeks. Why did you have to come around?”

“Dude, you called me for backup, told me the nest is too big for you and Y/N,” Dean argues. “How should I have known there is only one room. I won’t share a room with you and your horny little rabbit ever again….ever!”

“Aw, Deano,” you coo, looking up at Dean from underneath his baby brother. “Sammy and I are sorry for being horny rabbits.”

“No, you’re not, pipsqueak,” the hunter mutters under his breath. “I’m going to get my bag from Baby. You have five minutes to redress and stop fucking while I’m around.”

“Jesus, Sam,” you fight his hands, but the hunter is determined to get you out of your clothes as fast as possible. “Let me get out of my shirt first.”

“Eight hours,” Sam groans, hands pawing at your exposed chest the moment you drop your shirt to the ground. “Dean had to drive for eight hours and not stop at the next motel. I’m going to destroy that cunt right now.”

“Hey—ah!” you end up on the bed, face in the scrambled sheets, ass up in the air for Sam to slap. He groans, almost ripping his pants open to get his aching cock out. “Sam, let me have a shower first! I bet I reek!”

“Damn me,” Sam spreads your cheeks with his large hands to sniff at your crotchless panties. “You smell like slick, arousal and soon like me.” he slips three thick fingers into your pussy, ignoring the door to your room is still open or that you call him a pervert.

Sam wants to open you up in a frenzy, too impatient for proper foreplay this time.

Usually, he loves to take his time, eat you like a man starving and make you squirm before he finally sinks into you. Not tonight. 

Tonight, he’s going to fuck you like an animal. Not that you mind.

“No! Not the marking kink again,” you whine. There is no use to protest, not with Sam’s large fingers inside your hungry cunt. “I dare you to—”

Empty all of a sudden you slam your fists into the mattress. “I’ll mark that cunt of yours my little slut. Flirting with that sheriff, ogling my big brother, rubbing your naughty pearl while I was having a shower.”

“You’re so,” your lips part in a silent scream when Sam slides right into you, stuffs you beyond your limit. Like always it’s a struggle to adjust to his size. “Fuck, Sam! You can’t just split me open.”

“You look so fucking good in those panties,” Sam tugs at your crotchless panties. “I bet I can fuck the naughtiness out of your cunt. You’re already leaking onto my fat cock.

“S-a-m,” you push back onto his length, moaning when he grips your hips with one large hand, roughly fisting your panties with the other.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Come on, take it,” you slowly start to rock your hips, let Sam guide you with his hand on your hips. “That’s it, Y/N. Such a good little slut fucking my dick into you.”

“More—”

“Do you need more?” he muses. His larges hands move over your back, while you rock your hips to get more friction. “How do you want me?”

“Hard. Fast. Rough,” you barely have the time to catch your breath before Sam grips your arms. He smirks when a tiny mewl leaves your lips. His cock presses against all the right spots but Sam refuses to move. “Please fuck me, Sam. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You asked for it,” and then he starts to slam into you, over and over again. Your screams and the sound of your coupling cut through the silence of the bunker. You only pray Dean is fast asleep or he’ll listen to the wet sound of your pussy sucking Sam in. “Fuck, that’s a good pussy.”

“S-sam.”

“I know,” his cock twitches violently and you know, Sam is on the edge of just filling your greedy slit. “I need you to cum for me, babe. Shit, I can barely move. You’re so snug around me.”

“I-I’m gonna cum,” his thick length rubs over your sweet spot, brings you to the brink of an orgasm. “Please.”

“Touch yourself,” Sam orders, gripping your hips to get more leverage. “Fucking. Touch. Yourself.”

“Oh, fuck,” snaking your hand between your legs you furiously rub your clit. “Sam.” You whimper, back arching a little. “That’s so good.”

“Yeah?” hips stuttering Sam holds your body in a tight grip, hammers into you a few more times before he finally moans your name. He fills you with his warmth, smirking when you shudder at the feeling. “Did fill you good, baby. I bet you can feel it in your belly.”

“Sam, stop talking like that or I’ll jump at you and ride your face or thigh.”

“Next time, close your door,” Dean calls from the hallway. “Or at least let Y/N be on top. I didn’t want to see your naked ass. Jesus, I need to find a spell or something to tame your libido. FUCKING RABBITS!”

“We love you too, Dean,” you giggle, face burrowed in Sam’s chest. “We are sorry and promise to do better. I’ll make you a pie.”

"I want a nice cherry pie and you are on cleaning duty for a month. Both of you!” Dean storms off, grumbling.

“Sam, we need to be more, careful,” laughing you look at Sam. “I mean it. We can’t keep on pissing Dean off. Sooner or later, he’ll kill us.”

“Or join the fun,” Sam purrs against your lips, claiming your mouth roughly. 

“Join?” you smirk, eyes drifting toward Sam’s dick. “I think one Winchester is enough…”

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[obeymeluv]

Quick! Kiss Me! [Part 2 - Lucifer]

So originally this was supposed to be multiple brothers per part but this got unexpectedly long and I only had the energy to get through Lucifer. I’ll definitely get to the other brothers. This project may take priority over the others until I get them all out. I know what I’ll be doing for Mammon’s, sort of for Levi’s, definitely for Satan’s, definitely for Beel’s, and I’m not quite 100% on Belphie’s or Asmo’s. Honestly, they’re not all supposed to get this long, but this one had some lead up + Lucifer. The other ones will probably be a couple of paragraph’s, maybe a page at most.

Note: The Thrall/The Call is something that came up in a Diavolo piece forever ago. Can’t even remember which one because I had to go back and find it myself. It’s basically one of their tell-tale signs they’re trying to seduce someone or flirt with someone.

Some of these kiss scenarios will get a little NSFW because the bros get to kiss you, have a crush on you, and are excited dorks. Everything under the cut just to be safe.

Any bolded italics are your/MC’s thoughts since you can’t currently speak.

Quick! Kiss Me! [Part 2]

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After a few awkward moments of the brothers standing around, their hearts squeezing in their chests as they tried to hold back their individual Thralls to make your choice more neutral, they realized their wouldn’t be a choice. There couldn’t be. The lip color was too scrambled to work in such a small space with that many people. You’d just barely blinked and the brothers skittered off at inhumane speeds that made your skin crawl; in your human brain it was very much those ‘distant echoes of horror movie noises one should never hear.’ Lucifer turned so abruptly his cape snapped; he melted seamlessly into the natural darkness hiding around the House of Lamentation.

That was the starting gun for the others to disperse.

Belphie exploded into black wispy shadows, sinking into the floor. Asmodeus stretched his wings again, flapping leisurely towards his room as he blew you a teasing kiss. Satan’s eyes, somehow greener and more bewitching than ever, hesitated to leave you as he retreated up the steps, made it about three before deciding to jog, and finally teleported towards the top and around the corner, hints of his horns and a brief whip of his tail following him. A skin-prickling rumble sounded soon after; the fourth-born had embarrassed himself.

Levi sought the privacy of his room, as to be expected. He would die if he kissed you ANYWAYS, but to kiss you in front of his brothers?! He’d rather have a conversation with a stranger! Gross! He was more than happy to get his red face out of view and mumble…whatever he was talking about…into his handheld console.

Only Beel and Mammon remained.

You looked at them curiously, brows raised. Beel gave you his casual smile, a little humming laugh at this situation, and promptly picked Mammon up by the collar of his jacket as they walked away from the foyer area. It was clear the second-born would lounge around and maybe try to sucker into kissing him first. You’d like to think Beel was forcing him to hide so the lip color could give you an accurate reading, but you’d always wondered if the kind, ever-hungry brother got jealous. If he did, he never showed it (and for a guy with six brothers, that was impressive).

Brain and body calmed by the emptiness, by the fact that they were somewhere in the house, you set off on your quest for a kiss. No one’s going to believe this, you rolled your eyes, starting towards the right wing when a gust of cold air overtook you. A chilly numbness set in, nipping at your fingertips and pulsing in your lips and face enough to give you a headache. Not that way, you turned away sharply, the cold receding as you moved in the other direction. Some people have really cute ‘how did you meet?’ stories and mine was getting tricked into magic demon makeup that my boyfriend had to free me from, as you found yourself in the middle of a random hallway an aggravating realization set in: the House of Lamentation was so ornate and old that all the hallways looked the same.

Same walls, same tone of polished furniture, same light fixtures, and the carpeting was a given.

Hadn’t you already been down this hall?! Why was it when you really needed to find one of SEVEN people, you couldn’t find any of them?! You felt like you’d walked the whole house! The House of Lamentation was far bigger than it looked on the outside (was that even possible?) and now you were beginning to think the brothers picked the very corners of the house! You were honestly surprised the brothers hadn’t come looking for you. Some small part of you was too amused and couldn’t help but smile at the fact that centuries-old demons were freaking out and pacing in their hiding spots like schoolboys fixing to go on an overnight trip with their crush.

You shuffled forward, wondering what a positive response felt like. Time alone to just think was really odd, especially with how chaotic the Devildom could be, but it led to some really interesting thoughts. No one would believe the ‘magic demon makeup’ part of your story but you could lie and say it was a really intense game of Hot and Cold. Any of them would make good boyfriends, you admitted to yourself, glad none of them were around to see the pink in your cheeks. If one of them popped up, you’d just lie and blame it on the warm tingle prickling at your lips.

A warm tingle?! That was a lot like what you felt when your lips were sealing shut! You spun in a startled circle, not sure when the feeling began, and desperately tried for a stronger reaction. A prickle became a tingly bubble, like a glass of champagne going to your head too fast, and soon your body felt like it was floating, rolling on waves upon waves of a butterflies-in-my-stomach that washed you up in front of a door.

Inside you found…

Lucifer sitting at his desk, half-heartedly pouring over paperwork. You pushed the heavy door open, feeling like you’d pulled the curtain back on a privacy charm, and wiggled past the old wood. The lazy tapping of whatever he was writing with stopped, the eldest perking up like someone had set him free of the eternal coil of paperwork. If you hadn’t been looking at him while trying to pull your other leg through, you would’ve missed the boyish glow of hope, the they picked me! It’s me!, that was promptly devoured by his blossoming pride.

Face propped up on a gloved wrist, now lounging confidently back against his chair as his other wrist dangled off the arm, Lucifer invited you in with a sly smile and a beckoning roll of his fingers. You rolled your eyes. We both saw your heart stop. You don’t need this ‘tall, dark, and dom’ fake allure, you waved your hands about to emphasize the ‘allure’ as you flashed him a well-meaning smile. You felt pretty confident knowing you could fluster the first born, the one with the sin of pride.

It was actually really heart-warming to know he was so eager to be yours.

“This is no act, I assure you.” Lucifer abandoned his cloak on the back of the chair, undoing it with one hand as he rose to meet you. His wings unfurled slowly and softly, ever majestic, and feathered out to their full length. They shuddered and fluttered, blowing a gentle air about the room. His eyes, normally a gradient of red and black, looked completely red. Lucifer’s pupils had taken on some slit-like appearance that had flecks of black rimming the sides.

A purr rolled in his chest, something quiet but confident, enticing, as he waited for your hand. You found yourself hypnotized by his eyes—maybe for real?—dropping your hand delicately into his. The leather folded around your skin and you couldn’t look away, even as he brought it close to his chest and then higher still, like he’d put it on his shoulder. To pull you into a kiss as dramatic as this—in the quiet only surrounded by the sound of his wings and a purr and the fire crackling in the back of the room—was very Lucifer.

You stood on tiptoe, looking up at him expectantly. Hell, you even batted your eyelashes to really get at him.

WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Lucifer’s lips brushed your knuckles again in a stuttering kiss. He placed a few more open-mouthed kissed up your finger before the laughter took over him again. He knew exactly what he was doing, just like he knew what he was doing when he smoothed his hair back away from his face. “Have I left you speechless, my dear?” he’d started to stand to his full height, shit-eating smirk on his lips. His voice was wrapped in a sultry purr that was undoubtedly the first sin mankind ever heard.

That cool façade was strangled in the grip you had on his folded collar, bringing the first-born nose-to-nose with you. Lucifer was hardly intimidated by your glare but oh you were very darling.

BECAUSE YOU CAN’T AIM! Your nostrils flared as you pouted a bit. You’re supposed to kiss me HERE! You pointed to your lips.

“I can’t aim?” Lucifer’s wings twitched, probably in indignation. Were you implying he couldn’t do something? His lips twisted upwards in a little huff, the beginnings of a sneer even. All of that melted away when that large hand cupped the back of your head, fingers twining in your hair. You’d just registered the sensation when he brought your lips to his, head tilted and savoring the kiss.

It was a long with a slight suckle, the eldest truly indulging in this minuet of a moment compared to the usual chaos of his daily existence. He felt you sag against him, hooking his other arm around your waist to stumble towards his desk. You were an awkward clatter of bones against him, chest-to-chest, and one leg falling out of the chair, but you managed.

“This was how it was supposed to be,” Lucifer confessed softly, sitting you in the space he’d cleared for you. Literally. You just now realized the scant space on his desk was big enough for you to sit. He dragged the chair forward, your legs naturally coming to rest against the padded backing on either side of his waist. Lucifer tucked some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. “I wanted to kiss you this way,” but my pride got the best of me, he didn’t dare finish saying it, but he thought it.

You felt your lips open, swollen and beautifully tender. To breathe through them felt weird. They still tingled with the after-effect of the enchantment. Lucifer watched you lick your lips experimentally, draw in a breath, and allowed himself to be drawn in, too. You shared a few more languid kisses before his D.D.D started to go off.

You saw Mammon’s icon pop up, then Asmo’s. The brothers were looking for you. “That reminds me,” Lucifer patted your thigh before pushing himself away. He stole another kiss before rounding the corner of his desk. He opened the door just slightly, stepped out of the room, and bellowed something in demon tongue that had a clear message of finality ringing in the house. Whatever he’d said made him lock the door to his study with a quickness, a crimson spell burning into the wood.

Looking very much like a smug older brother, Lucifer dropped himself elegantly back in his chair. One hand situated your legs just as they had been, the other one pulling you close for good measure. He coaxed you into a few kittenish kisses, flinching against your lips when the banging started. You could hear Mammon complaining outside the door. A spell fizzled against the door; seems like Belphegor or Satan had fired one off. Content and exhausted, he found purchase in the curve of your neck, enjoying the silence and your scent.

“We’ll get through this.” You combed your fingers through his hair. You’d have to face the brothers eventually.

“I look forward to it.” Lucifer kissed your shoulder.      

[chocoluckchipz]

Dreams of You - 16

Warning: this chapter contains mentioning of blood and bodily harm. Nothing too gore or extreme but if you're uncomfortable with those, please, skip to part 3 of the chapter which starts with "Looking like he’d just gained ten years of his life back...".

Thanks. Enjoy!

Marinette

Without Alya there to stop them, neither Adrien nor Marinette even considered staying in separate rooms. Instead, they quickly grabbed Marinette’s bag and were snuggling on a couch an hour later, something Marinette desperately needed after all the stress of the “Lila incident.”

She trusted Adrien. She really did. She might not know everything about him, but she knew him enough to know when he was fooling around or being serious. Tonight, Adrien had been deadly serious. And sincere. Come to think of it, he had yet to lie to her in the first place, so if Adrien said marrying Lila was nothing but his father’s weird whim that he wasn’t going to follow through with, Marinette believed him.

That didn’t mean that the pesky nudge at the back of her mind had completely vanished and that she wasn’t wondering what else he’d been hiding from her—what secrets he’d let her in on once they got back to Dupont. But it also didn’t mean she would refuse his offer of a night-long cuddle session to reassure her of his feelings. His arms around her, his lips on her skin, her body pressed against his. Just the two of them and no cares in the world. No Lilas, no weird demands of his father, no one but her and her Kitty, loving each other unconditionally. That was all Marinette needed tonight. That was just a fraction of what Adrien was eager to provide.

Predictably, they overslept, waking up only after the sun was high above the horizon. By the time they got out of the hotel, under the cover of Adrien’s cloaking devices, it was around noon. Once they’d visited the Eiffel Tower, the Trocadero, and explored a few exhibits at the Louvre, it was late in the evening. Neither even cared to check the clock when, exhausted but happy, they settled on a couch to watch a random movie before giving in for the night.

Adrien stretched across the couch, flopping on his belly as he rested his head in Marinette’s lap and hugged her midsection, lazily yawning. Not even half an hour later, he was snoozing with the most carefree expression on his face.

Marinette couldn’t help a smile. He must have been exhausted. She was tired herself, but maybe she could delay waking him up just for a little longer? He looked too peaceful and she wanted a little more time to play with his hair, gently running her fingers through the silky strands, watching him almost purr in his sleep at her touch. Sometimes he really did behave like a kitten. At least with her. And she absolutely would wake him up so they could move to the bed soon, but…

a few more minutes wouldn’t…

hurt…

she liked it like this…

she loved…

him trusting her…

being vulnerable with her…

loving…

her…

so…

just a few…

more….

BOOM!!!

Marinette jumped up in her seat, her heart pounding in her ears. What was going on?

Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!

Someone screamed on the screen as gunshots were fired by another character. Freaking movie!

Marinette looked around, scanning the area for the remote. People on TV continued to yell, their bashing, shooting and screams echoing in the room. She had to make it quieter before the noise would wake up… Wait!

Where was Adrien?

A low growl sounded from the floor at her feet. She must have sent Adrien flying from her lap to the floor with her initial jump.

“Adrien, are you okay?” Her eyes finally spotted the remote, trapped between the couch’s cushion and the armrest on her right. She quickly grabbed it, turned the TV off and kneeled beside her boyfriend. "I'm so sorry. I must have pressed the Volume Up button by accident when I fell asleep."

Adrien tried to get up, stopping a few inches from the ground and hissing.

She took him by his arm, trying to help him up. 

He flinched and curled in on himself on the carpet, holding his hand over his left eye.

“Adrien—” Her next words stuck in her throat. A thin line of blood trickled from under his palm… seemingly from his left eye area. “Adrien, you’re bleeding!”

Marinette grabbed at his shoulder, but he pulled away, trying to sit up.

“I know.” He grunted, sucking in his breath, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I think I hit the coffee table.”

Marinette’s heart sank. Heavy. Granite. Coffee table right in front of them.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. She quickly pulled off her overshirt and tried to clean the blood off his face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I—“

“It’s alright.” Adrien managed a pained smile, his hand pressed tightly to the left part of his face. “It was an accident.”

“It’s not alright! How can you—“ Tears rushed down her face as Marinette tried to clean his face as gently as possible. “I—I’m—you’re bleeding—your face—“

He caught her hand with his free one, his gaze as gentle as he could muster through the pain. "It's alright."

“It’s not!” It wasn’t! Far from it! It might have been an accident, but she hurt the man she loved… and she should be doing something about it! Not crying over her clumsiness.

Marinette sprang into action, trying to remember the First Aid course she took as a teenager. "Let's lay you down on the couch. Keep pressing on the cut. I'm calling an ambulance."

She wasn’t sure where she’d gotten the strength to move her body despite the ice-cold grip paralyzing her every action, or how she was able to see through the thick veil of tears streaming down her face, but a few moments later, Marinette helped Adrien settle on the couch and looked around trying to locate her cellphone. There it was, on the table—

“No. No ambulance.” Adrien gripped her hand before she could step away.

She must have misheard him. “Adrien, you need a doctor to look at your—”

“I need…” his voice faltered. He clenched his teeth together as he spoke. “I need you. Not a doctor.”

“It isn’t the time for flirting, Adrien. You’re bleeding out of your eye area. You need medical help.”

“Nino. Call Nino.”

“Is Nino a doctor or a paramedic?”

“No.”

“Then I’m calling an ambulance.”

His grip on her arm tightened. “No. Call Nino.”

Marinette closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She long knew men were unreasonable and irrational when sick or hurting—courtesy of her father’s frequent man colds—but Adrien was plainly insane at the moment.

“No Nino. Ambulance,” she stated and marched off to her cellphone.

“No!” Adrien propped himself up on his elbow, groaning through the pain. “Please, Marinette. Don’t. Call Nino. Ask for Master Fu.”

“Master who?”

“Master Fu. He’ll help.”

“Is he a doctor?”

“No.”

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line. This was going beyond all imaginable reason. Why would Adrien want whoever this Master Fu was instead of a qualified doctor at a hospital?

“Please, Marinette.” Adrien refused to look away, a mask of pain on his face as the blood continued to trickle down his face. “Call Nino. Ask for Master Fu.”

Marinette closed her eyes, her heart tightening. He was insane! He couldn’t be serious! Something gripped at her throat, a strange feeling coiling at the pit of her stomach. Adrien worked at the palace. He surely knew all kinds of people. Perhaps there was something about this Master Fu she didn’t know about?

“Please. Call Nino.” Adrien kept repeating, laying back down on his back, his every word quieter than the previous one. “Please, Marinette. I need you… not a doctor. You can… heal me.”

Marinette froze. Could pain make a person delusional? True, she was a self-healing freak, but there was no way she could heal someone else. She’d tried a few times when she was younger. It never worked.

“Please, Marinette. I need you.”

She couldn’t stall anymore. She had to get help! Marinette opened her cell phone and tapped on Contacts.

"Nino," Adrien whispered from the couch. “Call Nino.”

She halted, her finger hovering over the 112 number. Her eyes shifted to Adrien, who kept murmuring the same nonsense about Nino and Master Fu and her.

“Please, Marinette. Nino.”

“Damn it!” She clenched her teeth together, closing her eyes for just a moment. With her heart’s pounding echoing in her ears, Marinette took a deep breath in and pressed on Nino’s name.

***

His pain either subdued or he got used to it, but Adrien had been more or less able to talk normally for about ten minutes before Nino and Alya arrived. Not that the two of them had talked much, because Marinette kept freaking out that she'd made the wrong choice, nervously pacing the room and threatening to call an ambulance after all.

“Dude, what happened?” Nino rushed straight for the couch, crouching to look at Adrien.

“An accident.” Adrien weakly smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

"Let me look at it.”

Marinette closed her eyes as soon as Adrien started to slowly lift his left hand from his face. There was no way she could stomach to see what she had done to him and not call for a doctor that very moment.

“Come here.” Alya came up to her from behind, wrapping Marinette in her arms and pressing her tightly to herself. “I leave you alone for one day, and what do you do?”

Tears burst from Marinette’s eyes. Alya was right. She was a horrible, horrible person, and—

“You stop that right there,” Alya scolded, taking Marinette’s face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. But you’re not horrible and the world isn’t going to end because you were born into it. It was an accident.”

“It was,” Marinette sniffled. “But he needs a doctor, and he refuses—”

“He doesn’t need anyone but you, Mademoiselle.” A strange, little man Marinette hadn't even noticed up until now as he walked to stand by their side. “There isn’t a single doctor in the world who would do a better job than you, my dear.”

"That's Master Fu," Alya explained, no doubt noticing Marinette's perplexed expression. "Adrien's mentor and teacher, is that right?"

“Something like that.” Master Fu nodded. “Now, I think we’d better patch my student up before he faints of blood loss.”

“Please say you’re a doctor,” Marinette whispered, all of her metaphorical fingers crossed. Maybe Adrien did have a good reason to call for this man instead of an ambulance?

“I’m afraid I’m not.” Master Fu apologetically smiled.

“But Adrien said you can help.”

“I can.” He nodded and pointed at Marinette. “But only by helping you heal him.”

“Me?! But—”

“Guys, you’d better hurry,” Nino called. “He’s getting too pale for my liking.”

“Excuse me, but what can Marinette do?” Alya asked, watching Master Fu intently. “She’s a baker’s daughter with a passion for fashion. No medical knowledge beyond first aid. We should call an ambulance.”

“Nino has told me a little bit about you,” Master Fu addressed Marinette, ignoring Alya’s suggestion. “Your body heals incredibly fast on its own, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” Marinette nodded. “But I can’t heal others.”

“You don’t know that.” Master Fu’s smile turned mysterious as he stretched his hand out. “May I have your hand?”

Marinette glanced at Alya.

“Guys, hurry up,” Nino yelled. “He’s losing consciousness!”

"Will it work?" Marinette searched Master Fu's eyes. For someone who was speaking nonsense, he seemed incredibly sane and confident in whatever it was he thought she could do. And Adrien did insist on bringing this man here. Maybe he knew what he was doing? Maybe it was one of those secrets Adrien was planning to tell her? Maybe—

“If you do exactly as I say, it will.”

Marinette put her hand in Master Fu’s without another thought. “What do I do?”

The moment she touched him, the man's eyes widened, a silent gasp slipping out of him. His body tensing, he stumbled backwards, letting Marinette's hand go. Closing his eyes, the man deeply inhaled and rubbed the hand Marinette had just touched. “I apologize. It’s been a while since I worked with such power. It'll be a challenge to guide it at my age.”

“Master Fu.” Nino was practically begging. “I don’t want to be a nuisance but, please, can you hurry up?”

“Of course.” Master Fu motioned Marinette to follow him.

“What do you mean power and guide it?” Marinette asked, watching her hands as they walked. “And what just happened? No one’s ever reacted to my touch like that before.”

"No one ever was trying to channel the power you have inside you out of your body,” Master Fu said with a straight face, but before Marinette could question him any further, they reached the couch.

Suppressing a gasp, Marinette covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes watered. If not for the bloodstains on his skin, Adrien's face would be almost white. His eyes were closed. He struggled to breathe. A huge gush split his skin right across his left eye, all the way from his eyebrow reaching down to his cheek.

“The bleeding stopped,” Nino said, stepping away. “But he needs help ASAP. From what little I know, he’s at risk of losing vision in his left eye, possibly a concussion as well. Blood loss shouldn’t be life-threatening, but we’ll need to replenish his supply stat.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him.” Master Fu looked at Marinette. “Do you want to help him?”

Her voice was barely a whisper but she meant every sound. “I do.”

“Then give me your hand, close your eyes, and imagine his face without injuries. Imagine him healthy and happy. Imagine how well he can see, how well his brain works. Imagine his body functioning perfectly, every little detail. Don’t stop until I tell you, and don’t open your eyes no matter what.”

There was nothing else she could do, so Marinette did what Master Fu instructed her to do, no matter how insane it sounded at the moment. She let him take her hand in his, warmth coursing through her body as soon as images of a happy, healthy Adrien flowed through her mind.

Alya gasped somewhere in the background. Adrien and Marinette were watching a sunset in Marinette’s imagination. He looked at her with those gorgeous green eyes of his, caressed her cheek with his hand, whispering “I love you” in her ear.

It had gotten so hot in the room that Marinette could barely stand on her feet anymore. So, she imagined Adrien picking her up and carrying her up the stairs to her room, just as he used to do when she was tired after a long day of studies and work.

Something weird was happening to her body. She felt cold and hot at the same time, the weight of several mountains on her shoulders at one moment, feeling like she could fly the next. But in her mind, Adrien was smiling, placing light butterfly kisses on her shoulders, giving her the umpteenth bouquet in a week, coming up with yet another round of awful puns with her father.

Alya and Nino were whispering somewhere to her side, but Marinette didn’t care. She persisted. Adrien riding his bike. Adrien reading a book, splayed all over her bed as she worked on her sewing. Adrien, her perfect, healthy Adrien, kissing her eyelids goodnight as they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“How are you feeling?” Master Fu asked.

“Fine,” Marinette whispered, trying not to lose her train of Adrien thoughts.

“Brand new.”

Her eyes flew wide open. Adrien was already halfway up, reaching for her, pulling her in his arms with a smile on his gorgeous, now completely normal—spare the damned bloodstains—face.

“Thank you,” he whispered in the crook of her neck. “Thank you so much.”

Her body shook, tears bursting out of her eyes, and if not for Adrien holding her up, Marinette wasn’t sure she’d remain standing. Still, she pulled back, taking his face in her hands and looking him over to make sure it wasn’t a fragment of her imagination. She had to see it one more time to believe. She had to run her fingers over the place that had been mutilated just a few minutes ago. 

Nothing. 

Nothing but the flawless, silky smooth skin of the handsome man she loved. 

"How?"

He covered one of her hands with his and brought it to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on her fingers. “Are you ready for our talk to happen a bit sooner than we’ve planned?”

She held her breath, her eyes locked on his. This was it. She wanted to know everything about him, and now he was offering to tell her. Was she ready? She couldn’t say. Not with all the craziness that happened just now. Yet, she knew without a doubt that if she wanted this relationship to work out, this conversation needed to happen sooner rather than later. 

“Absolutely.”

***

Looking like he’d just gained ten years of his life back, Master Fu departed about ten minutes later, right after inviting Marinette over for tea the next day. Predictably, she couldn't say no. Alya had wanted to stay and hear Adrien explain everything, including the strange light that had enveloped Marinette, flowed through Master Fu and healed Adrien. However, Marinette had sided with the boys that perhaps whatever Adrien wanted to talk with her about, it was better done in private, before anything could be explained to everyone else. Conceding, Alya left with Nino a few minutes later.

The moment the door behind them closed, Marinette turned to Adrien with a silent question in her eyes.

“You might want to sit down for this one.” His smile was nervous and shy as he motioned her to a set of chairs by the window. As soon as she obliged him, Adrien dragged his chair closer to hers and said, “So, basically, Qigong has nothing to do with your body’s ability to self-heal in record time. It’s the magic inside you that heals you, not your qi.”

A few months ago, she would’ve ridiculed him for believing in magic in the first place. A few hours ago, Marinette would’ve called him out on doubting her beliefs about Qigong. But right now…

Right now, she was looking at the flawless skin of his face but could still see the bloodstains decorating his clothes from the corner of her eye.

Right now, he was watching her with a hint of a nervous smile on his lips, but the images of him curled up on a floor, wounded and in pain lingered in her brain.

Alya had claimed she’d seen a stream of light envelop Marinette, flow through Master Fu and heal Adrien’s face where the older man placed his hand, and Alya had never lied to Marinette in all the time they’d known each other.

Marinette herself could still feel the echo of something inexplicable, something supernatural, happening to her body as the healing was taking place.

So… was what Adrien was saying such a crazy notion?

“Magic of creation to be precise,” Adrien added. “Healing is just a small part of what you can do.”

Her ears rang, drowning out whatever else Adrien tried to tell her. Creation? She gasped for air, her chest heaving heavily up and down. Inside her? That couldn’t be right. Creation magic… sure, perhaps, it existed. But in her? No way. She looked at her hands, still remembering the overwhelming warmth that presumably healed Adrien. Her eyes jerked to his face. It was perfect. Flawless. But she also clearly remembered a huge cut across his eye and blood, lots of blood. Who closed the window? She needed to breathe. And why was the room—

“Marinette?” Adrien was reaching for her, looking at her intently. “Marinette, are you alright?”

She wasn’t. Not in the slightest! She didn’t understand. She was a normal human her whole life…

“Marinette, look at me.” Adrien kept his eyes locked on hers, gripping her shoulders slightly. “It’s not a big deal. Being able to use magic doesn’t make you in any way deficient or anything else. I know what you’re imagining right now. That isn’t true. It’s quite the opposite. It’s a privilege—“

“You must be mistaken…” she mumbled, looking at him with a faint hope that she might have been imagining this whole thing, that this was just a dream she’d soon wake up from and thankfully wouldn’t remember. For the first time in her life, she was thankful to Chloé for bullying this "can't remember her dreams" thing into her. "I can't be magical. I'm a baker's daughter from the province with crazy aspirations beyond my reach."

Adrien shifted in his chair, settling as close to her as he could. Taking her hands in his, he spoke, emphasizing every word. “Marinette, you’re a baker’s daughter from the province with perfectly reachable goals who has one of the most powerful magic inside of her, the rarest of gifts that will bring joy and happiness to a lot of people, perhaps save thousands, if not millions, of lives. You are incredible, strong, and beautiful. Don’t belittle yourself.”

“Easy for you to say!” she blubbered. “You're not the one who just found out there is something freaky about you.”

Adrien’s lips curled in a cocky smile. “I didn’t think it was freaky when I found out I could use magic.”

He what? 

“I can’t exactly remember my reaction, though,” Adrien continued. “I was still a toddler, but Maman told me I gasped, then got a mischievous look on my face, and went on to destroy the couch my parents sat on right after that.”

Something roared in the distance, echoing like thunder through the room, sending tremors up Marinette's spine.

“You…” She couldn’t utter another sound, staring at him with her eyes wide. “You can do… magic?”

Adrien nodded. “I can use magic as well. Only mine is the opposite of yours: destruction.”

Her hands slipped from his grasp on instinct.

His eyes followed its movement, voice getting quieter. "It isn't so bad, you know. It's just an extra ability most people don't have. Comes in very convenient, at times."

“Prove it.” The words slipped Marinette’s lips before she could think about it. But once they did, she refused to take them back. If Adrien were to spit such nonsense about her and himself, he'd better have good proof behind his words.

“Sure.” Adrien shrugged and looked around. It took him a few moments to locate a hotel brochure on a side table, get it, and settle back into the chair. Once he did, he held it up in his hand, his fingers flickered with a neon green glow, and the paper disintegrated to dust.

“And then there’s Plagg, my kwami,” Adrien added. “Plagg, would you mind showing yourself?”

“Sleeping,” a voice, deeper than Adrien’s and yet somehow more childish, grumbled from somewhere on Adrien’s chest.

“Plagg, please. Don’t you want to have Tikki awaken sooner rather than later?”

A black blur zoomed out of Adrien’s shirt and floated in front of Marinette’s face.

It was a cat. No. A tiny black… cat-like creature with glowing green eyes that narrowed on her. "You let her go, you heathen! She didn't deserve to be asleep for so long. Do you even realize how many decades it took us to find a perfect couple of soulmates to bond with, and for what? For you to keep her hibernating all this time?”

“Plagg, manners,” Adrien hissed, grabbing the creature out of the air and squeezing it.

“I farted on them,” Plagg growled. “I want my Sugar Cube. You’ve got yours, give me what’s mine!”

“I’m so sorry about him.” Adrien nervously grinned at Marinette. “He hates being woken up, and he’s been a bit moody the last few months.” 

“Wouldn't you be ‘a bit moody’ being so close to your other half and yet further away than ever because of one, stupid girl?”

“That's enough, Plagg," Adrien seethed through his teeth. "You're on a dairy-free diet for a week—"

“But—“

“Another word and I’ll make it a month.”

Plagg glared at both of them before flying away towards the bed. “Why did you call for me then, if I’m too much of a trouble for you?”

Marinette rubbed her eyes. Okay… so it was either a crazy dream or someone spiked her drink at the bar a few hours ago. Whatever it was, she'd had enough of it. Her hand reached for her other arm. Surely if she’s pinched herself—

“Ouch.”

Adrien barely surpassed a chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have. But I get it. It’s a bit too much, isn’t it?”

Marinette glanced in the direction that “plague” flew, spotting the creature curled up on the bed a few meters away. “What is it?”

“His name is Plagg. He’s my kwami.”

“What’s a kwami?”

Adrien seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment before slowly explaining: “Kwamis are the embodiment of the abstract concepts from which magic is born?”

She raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend the meaning of his words. “Huh?”

“Sorry.” Adrien rubbed at the nape of his neck. “Long story short, they give people magical powers.”

That she could at least understand. But then… “If I can use magic, where is my kwami?”

Adrien hesitantly raised his hand and pointed to the middle of her chest. "For now, inside you. Kwamis choose people when they are born and, until the person awakens them, they hibernate inside them. But don't freak out. It isn't as weird as it sounds. Master Fu can explain it a lot better than I can. We should visit him tomorrow.”

Marinette was still not past the "hibernates inside you" part, staring at her own body. She hesitantly touched her chest, pressing lightly. "In my body? Like inside inside me? Where exactly? My heart? My stomach? My—” Her hands shot to her head. “Please, don’t tell me it’s in my brain?”

Adrien snorted, muffling the sound the second Marinette glared at him. “No, it doesn’t work like that exactly. Kwamis aren’t physical. When they’re hibernating, they are fused with your essence—your soul, one might say.”

“My soul?”

Adrien nodded. "It basically becomes a part of you. Think of it like magic flowing through your veins. That's why your body heals so fast."

Marinette stared at him for a good two minutes, neither of them daring to break the silence. She looked down at her trembling hands. Magic flowing through her? Some magical creature fused with her soul? Its essence coursing through her veins? That shouldn’t be possible, should it? But if it were… Marinette closed her eyes, heavily inhaling. “How do I get it out?”

“Master Fu can explain it a lot better than I can,” Adrien responded. “We’ll visit him tomorrow, and he’ll tell you everything.”

That strange old man. Perhaps she should visit him. He was able to access whatever it was inside her to heal Adrien, so perhaps he could also kick whatever this kwami thing was inside her out?

Marinette groaned, grabbing her head with her hands. How did it come to this? She lived her life peacefully, didn’t bother anyone, and now she had to think about how to get some abstract conceptual thing out of her soul? Why did Adrien even have to tell her about this? She could've happily continued in her little blissful—

Her eyes shot open. Marinette looked at Adrien, her breath scattered. “How did you know I have magic in me?”

"Our kwamis are two halves of one, like Yin and Yang," Adrien said. "Creation and destruction. They're eternally bound to each other, which makes it possible for them to sense the other at short distances.”

A supernatural link between her and Adrien? Then… “Why did you come to Dupont, Adrien?”

She had always found it strange that someone who was working and studying at the palace would feel the need to come to the province to see how the peasants lived. Marinette had chosen not to question it beyond Adrien’s original explanation before, but now, this new revelation nudged her worries again.

He didn’t deny it. “To find you.”

Marinette sucked in her breath. Did that mean—

Adrien grabbed her hand before she could even finish the thought. “But not for your magic, I swear. It helped me, but it isn’t why I came looking for you.”

Her chest ached. Was their relationship… Was his love for her even real?

“Marinette, please.” Adrien was squeezing her hand, his eyes earnest and searching hers. “I know what it looks like, but I promise you, I don’t want your powers. I’ve got my own, I don’t need yours. I asked you to heal me instead of calling for an ambulance only because I didn’t want my location outed to my family and Lila, and, believe me, they would’ve known if the ambulance were to come here. And also because I promised to tell you everything, and this was too perfect of an opportunity to pass it up. It’s about time you learned you have magic in you. For your own good and benefit. No one else’s.”

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was so quiet, she could barely hear herself. “I lived just fine not knowing anything. I could’ve lived perfectly fine my whole life not knowing about any of this.”

"Not if we want to be together," Adrien said, his voice pleading. "Marinette, I love you, and I want you in my life but for that, you need to know who you truly are. If you don’t, people will try to use you. They will try to influence you, to do everything possible to get you under their thumb. And I don’t want that to happen. I want you to stay as strong and independent and free-willed as you are right now.”

“Then why did you come looking for me?” She cried, snatching her hand back from his. “I was happy being oblivious to all of this. No one knew, no one would’ve found out. I wouldn’t be freaking out about this whole magical nonsense and creatures living inside me.”

Adrien sighed, curling up on himself a bit. His eyes on the floor, he let a few moments pass before he spoke. “My father told me I had to marry Lila. I refused, but… Let’s just say things are a little complicated between us, and sometimes I have to act against my own will if he orders me to do something. More often than not, I don't have a choice but to obey him. So, when he offered me an alternative, saying that I can either find you or marry the woman I despise, I didn't think twice. For me, the choice was evident.”

She stared at him in shock. “What do you mean you don’t have a choice? Adrien, you’re an adult. No one can order you around. You can just walk away if you don’t like something.”

He shook his head. “Not when you’re magically bound to obey his every word.”

Marinette swallowed the sickly feeling in her stomach. “What do you mean?”

Adrien shifted his eyes to the window, watching the city lights outside for a few moments before explaining. “My father also can use magic. His powers… basically, he can take control of people, imposing his will upon them and making them obey his every word. I was a toddler when I discovered my magic and, as you can imagine, a little kid with a power of destruction in his hands running around the house sounds a bit terrifying of a prospect.” He sadly chuckled, returning his gaze to Marinette. “Father used his magic on me to keep everyone safe. Per his original spell, I am to obey his and my mother’s every command until I finish my education, which is this coming spring, at which time the spell will wear off on its own.”

Her mind refused to believe what she was hearing. On one hand, a toddler that could destroy anything he touched did sound like a horrifying prospect, but on the other, Adrien was twenty-two. He should’ve had his freedom by now. “Adrien… that’s… I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.” Adrien shrugged. “Spare the ‘marry Lila’ demand, most of his orders are reasonable, and he’s been slowly easing his grip, allowing me more and more freedom as I get older. Not to mention, now that my own magic is stronger than his, I can argue with him. We can reason and compromise. There were a few times I was even able to convince him to recant his order.”

A memory popped in her head, something that made a whole lot of sense with this new information. “That’s why you said it’s better if you two don’t communicate right now? So he doesn’t order you around?”

Adrien nodded. “I don’t want him to interfere in my life more than he already has, and I don’t want him to order me back sooner than I’m already bound to return.”

"New Year’s…" It dawned on her.

Adrien nodded.

“That’s just a few weeks away.” A few weeks until she’d lose him to his father. Marinette gripped her hands together. This whole thing was insane. This evening was insane. As of now, she was questioning everything she’d ever known, everything she’d ever been taught. But one thing was clear: she didn’t want to lose Adrien. Whether she accepted this new world of magic that was opening up to her or went back to her blissful bubble of obliviousness and denial, she needed him. Now, more than ever.

“I know it’s a lot to take in.” Adrien reached for her hand, hesitantly entwining their fingers together. When she didn’t pull away, he continued. “And it’s not even all of the things I need to tell you.”

“There is more?”

“There is always more.”

She wasn’t sure she could handle more at the moment. Magic, hers and his. Creation. Destruction. Grumpy cat-like kwami thing. Something similar was living inside her. Adrien's father's almost absolute control over his life. An old man in a red Hawaiin shirt, who somehow was able to channel her magic to heal Adrien and held the answers to all of the questions roaming in her head now. Adrien’s now-perfect, mauled-an-hour-ago face—

“Do you want to rest for a bit, and for us to continue this in the morning?”

Marinette glanced at the clock. It was the middle of the night already. Perhaps rest wasn't such a bad idea? She’d have time to process this… to start processing this before he hit her with whatever else he had to tell her. “Sounds good.”

“Alright.”

She stood up.

Adrien followed her suit, holding her hand in his. “Before you go, I want you to know that I do love you, Marinette. I know with all of these new things coming to light, there might be questions and doubts, and it's all fair and reasonable, and we'll get to them all tomorrow, but I just want you to know that I was always honest with you about my feelings. I am in love with you.”

Marinette closed her eyes, unable to utter anything more than: “I believe you.”

He brought her hand to his lips, lingering on the tips of her fingers a moment longer than usual. “Let me know when you’re ready to continue this conversation.”

“I will,” Marinette said, heading for the door. “Goodnight, Adrien.”

His smile was small and weak as he followed her out in the hallway, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on her temple only a moment before she opened the door to her and Alya’s room. "Good night, Marinette."

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4am

Here have some random smut I wrote since I woke up and couldnt sleep.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ AU/Adult AU, midnight snack (oral) work intended for 18+ audience.

"Can't sleep baby?" His voice is deep from sleep, large hand spread across your stomach. You watch him blink lazily in the lowlight of your phone. 

"No, not really." You return your eyes to the illuminated glass continuing the 12th chapter of this fanfiction you find. Hoping all of this reading would tire your eyes enough that'd you actually fall asleep. And it half way worked, your eyes burned from overuse but anytime that you closed them they would snap right open again. 

The red head beside you yawns, worried as this is the fifth time this week you've been up so late into the night. It's as if you're wound too tightly, a coil ready to snap at any given moment. He's unsure why you are so rigid but he cannot deny the tension he feels in your stomach. Or the way you clench your jaw, teeth threatening to grind even as you lie awake. 

He props up onto his side, before kneeling beside you, strong hands taking your phone and locking it as he pulls over your muscles. 

Kneading them like dough, stretching and pulling until the tension slowly begins to leave through your fingertips. 

"What are you doing?" Your voice is soft as he moves between your legs to access your other arm. 

"Helping you." Is his simple answer, ruby eyes weighed down with sleep and a mixture of something else. 

He rolls his fist across the top of your thick thigh, fingers digging into the plush underside of your calves over and and over until finally you become a little loose. His sharp teeth gleam in the moonlight as his lips turn upward. He knows just the thing that will ease you into a good night's sleep. 

Suddenly your legs are yanked apart and pushed back, his quirk slightly activated as his sharp fingers press into the skin beneath your knees. 

"Wh...what are you do…" 

"Quiet." His voice is harsher in the darkness, a predator before his meal, "No more talking, baby girl." 

He slowly kisses down the inside of your legs, lips lazily dragging against your inner thigh alternated with gentle nibbles. Your core grows wetter as he inches closer to your clothed sex. 

A harsh bite allows a gasp to leave your lips, rubies glisten your way before returning to the task at hand. 

A chaste kiss is placed upon your laced covered mound before his sharp rocky finger slips beneath the thin cloth, pulling towards him and shredding it free. 

A wolfish grin appears on his mouth as he licks his lips, groaning a bit. His thumbs soft as they pull apart your outer labia to watch you begin to ooze.  You smell delicious and he knows you'll taste just as heavenly. 

He messages your hamstrings, going back to work on your inner thighs, not satisfied just yet. 

He wants you throbbing, clenching desperately at nothing before he dips his tongue into you. 

It doesn't take long as he runs his tongue agonizingly slow up and down your inner thigh as you mewl beneath his touch. 

"P..please..."

Finally he comes closer, huffing over your sex to watch your core clench a few times. He smiles, dragging his tongue over your puffy clit. Instinctively your thighs tighten, trying to close causing Kirishima to growl. 

Rough from sleep and arousal he repositions you, hooking his arms beneath your legs and yanking them open. Activating his quirk so his rough digits dig into your bruised and bitten thighs to keep them apart. 

"You're going to let me enjoy my dessert Princess." He nips your thigh for good measure causing you to cry out.  He dips his tongue into your center, slowly diving in and out before a full on thrust. Lapping at your juices as his nose nudges your clit. Moans echo around the room as you fist his red hair, raking your nails across his scalp as he makes a meal of you. 

Slowly the tension in your stomach builds, with each thrust and swirl of his tongue you're climbing higher. He removes his tongue from your center and replaces it with two digits as his mouth wraps neatly around your needy clit. He sucks harshly, arching his fingers so they slide across that spongy spot with each deep thrust. 

You're trying to buck your hips to meet him but he presses down on your stomach to keep you in place, the lewd sounds of your pussy and his sucking echo around the darkened room.

"I...I'm cl..oh...close." 

"Do you wanna cum, little one?" His fingers still slamming into you at a steady pace, you nod moaning loudly as you fist the sheets, his hair, anything to get a grip before your world shatters. He keeps the pressure on your stomach, teasingly breathing over your sensitive bud. 

"Then all you have to do is ask babygirl." 

"D...daddy please...please let me cum."

"Then cum hard on my face Princess." He answers before going back to sucking on your clit. You see stars as your body snaps, quaking beneath his rough touch, clenching into his fingers that you pull right back in. 

He keeps up the pace, alternating between lightly tonguing and sucking on your abused clit rocking your through your next orgasm. 

He keeps up the quickening and slowing pace bringing you high on several occasions for what feels like hours. All with the same goal in mind he has everytime he eats you out. 

"Ah so tight for me baby." He kisses your thigh, "Is your pretty pussy gonna squirt all over Daddy's face?" 

His voice is a purr and growl all in one and it's enough to send you over the edge now. Body shaking again as it builds up to another crescendo. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes Daddy!" Is all you can cry out, his tongue flicking and sucking your overstimulated clit, your cunt clenching around his fingers as his pressure on your stomach increases. Pushing the coil tighter until it snaps. 

You moan so high and so loudly no sound comes out for a moment as your body bucks against him. A clear liquid pulsing out of you onto Kirishima's face, he prolongs it by removing his hand from your abdomen and pressing roughly against your clit, another wave has you trembling, arching your back away from the soaked bed. He slows his pace of his fingers, before slowly pulling out of your pulsing cunt. Bringing his soaked middle and ring to his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as he sucks the juices from them. You whimper beneath his hungry gaze. 

"Such a good girl." He coos, adjusting your limp body. Drinking in your flushed features and skin, your breasts heaving with each pull if breath and how your body is just so limp. He palms himself as he spies little tears creeping in the corners of your eyes as you've fully ascended into subspace. 

He sheds his boxers, revealing his lengthy weeping cock. He spreads his precum along his shaft with a lazy pump.

"Can you be a good girl a bit longer Princess? Will you let Daddy use that pretty little cunt?" You nod in response as he adjusts you, pushing your legs closer to your chest, aligning himself at your entrance. Your eyes half mast in lust and exhaustion causing a smirk to spread across his handsome features. He sheaths himself in one thrust as you both moan over the sensation. 

Your throbbing cunt grabbing onto him, still quivering from your recent climax. 

"Fuck babygirl. You're so tight." He groans, struggling to get a hold of himself. Setting an uncharacteristic rough pace from the get go. Maybe it was the sleep induced lust or maybe it was the way your eyes seemed to scream destroy me. 

And Kirishima always gave his Princess what she wanted. 

He pounds into you with all of his weight, rocking your body and causing the head board to slam against the wall without a cere. All of his focus is on you, your fucked out face, mouth shaped into a permanent O while your eyes roll into the back of your head, tears slowly leaking from your eyes, panting and weakly screaming for more even as he gives you all that he has. 

And your cunt, grabbing onto him, pulling him deeper with each harsh thrust has him groaning, bruises bloom beneath his fingertips on your legs as his thrusts begin to turn sloppy. The head of his thick cock dragging against your spongy spot once more. 

"D...daddy I'm gonna I'm…!" You pant unable to form anything coherent as you focus on the blinding pleasure. 

"Use your words Princess." You can hear the strain in his voice and feel the twitch of his dick causing you to moan. 

"Fuck I'm gonna…" But before you can finish the sentence your body convulses beneath his large frame, squirting onto his abdomen and pelvis clamping down on his cock like a vice. 

Kirishima can't hold it much longer, especially not when you make that face. 

"Fuck." He hisses, hips stuttering as he holds you with a crushing grip, eyes fluttering as his hot seed fills you in bursts. He buries himself deeper with each lazy thrust, even as his dick slowly becomes flaccid. Rocking himself and you through the last of your lingering orgasm. He dismounts, slowly bringing your legs away from your chest before lying next to you.  

Pulling you into his chest, wrapping strong shaky arms around you. 

"You okay babygirl?" But you never answer, having fallen asleep the second you got settled. Your body limp beside his as his fingers trace lazy circles on your sweaty skin. 

He smiles, kissing your hairline more than happy to help you get a good nights sleep.

[megaera-of-pigeon]

[Shining Nikki fan fiction, 3,447 words, superhero au concept courtesy of @deadcereus. Janus content courtesy of @just-love-nikki-things] 

Mercury stood outside of the door. In one arm, he was carrying a duffle bag stuffed so full it was straining at its zipper. In the other, he h​​eld a top-of-the-line luxury cat carrier. As he brought a fist up to knock on the door, he glanced down into the cat-carrier and caught the glowing golden topazes that were his cat’s eyes looking up at him.

He bit his lip and slowly lowered his fist. Was he really ready to do this?

It was much too soon, wasn’t it?

Did he really need to go to this conference?

Before he could manage to second guess his decision and get out of the building before he was spotted, the door flew open.  

“Mercury! You’re late! That’s unlike you.”

Mercury managed to tear his eyes away from Janus’ and meet the gaze of his younger half-sister. “Ophelia,” he nodded to her, banishing any trace of worry and allowing his face to settle into its comfortable frown. “Traffic was backed up.”

“Oh, no! The morning you’re to leave on your big exciting trip, too! Well, come on in; I’m all ready to see my pretty little nephew Janny-poo!”

Mercury bristled as he stepped into the apartment and kicked the door shut behind him. “I’ve told you not to call him that.”

Ophelia just grinned. “He likes it, though! Don’t you, Janny-poo?”

The cat in question, who’d been calmly sitting in his carrier for most of the journey like the well-behaved little gentleman he was, had perked up at the sound of Ophelia’s voice, and now started to claw at the fabric and meow in indignation. Mercury heaved a sigh and knelt down so that he could set the carrier on the floor and unzip the door. The second there was enough space open for Janus to get out, he scrambled his way out of confinement and dashed across the floor to jump into Ophelia’s waiting arms.

“Oh, I’ve missed you too, my little angel!” Ophelia cooed as she cuddled his cat into her chest and stroked his head. For his part, Janus seemed to return her greeting with a loud, rumbling purr. Mercury did his best to stamp down his jealousy at how openly affectionate his cat was acting towards his sister. It was just a fact of life that everyone loved Ophelia—animals, small children, all of their relatives. She couldn’t walk down the block without finding something or someone to befriend. It was her naivete that held the effortless charm that drew everyone in, and he’d long outgrown his envy of that particular characteristic. He had honed his own brand of ‘charm’ that served him just as well, after all.

As Mercury stood up and slid Janus’ bag off his shoulder, he happened to notice that unlike the last time he’d visited Ophelia’s apartment, there were about a dozen pairs of shoes sitting next to the front door. Several of them appeared to be thin, strappy heels, which didn't suit his sister’s style. He furrowed his brow and glanced around, and noticed some other things that had escaped his notice before: two coats hanging on the hooks; two purses sitting on the table. That was twice as many as one young woman needed.

“Is there someone else here?” He asked, gesturing towards the purses. She’d have told him if there was a girlfriend in the picture, and his sister didn’t strike him as the type to do a one night stand, so he was having trouble coming up with a logical explanation….

Ophelia’s shoulder tensed as she leaned down and released Janus, who strutted off to begin his inspection of the apartment. When she stood back up, her face had gone blank.

“Uh, yes. There is. Didn’t I mention? I have a roommate now. She moved in two weeks ago.”

Mercury gaped at her. “A roommate?” He’d never have agreed to leave Janus in an apartment with a stranger! He’d have at least had a background check done at first! “Please tell me one of your friends from London moved here and needed a place to stay, or something like that, and that you didn’t invite a random person to come live with you!”

Ophelia tucked some of her hair behind her ear and glanced at the floor. “Um. Well. I put up some flyers…”

Mercury took a deep breath and then exhaled as slowly as he could, but when he finally spoke, it was through gritted teeth. “Where did you put them up? How many were there? And what personal information were you publicly advertising?”

“I put up maybe half a dozen here and there… you know, the coffee shops down by the college, the student center, places like that. I just had my first name and phone number, not my address! They had to call for that—”

“You’re getting a new phone number,” he said firmly, glaring at her. “God, Ophelia, how could you be so foolish? Do you even know what types of dangerous people lurk in this town? For all you know, this ‘roommate’ of yours is one of them!”

“Calm down, Ashley is fine. And I’m not changing my phone number, that’s such a hassle!”

“We can talk about it later,” Mercury said firmly, although he was already planning on instructing his assistant to take care of changing his sister’s number once he made it to the airport. “Tell me why you decided to get a roommate in the first place. We never discussed this as an option when you were moving here.”

Ophelia shrugged, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I’ve been struggling to make the rent on this place with my budget. I can’t move to a cheaper part of town, because if my mum comes to visit and my living situation is not up to her standards, I’d never hear the end of it! You know how she is, she’d have me moving back to London before I could even defend my choices!”

“If you need money, you are to come to me,” he said sternly. “Taking care of your rent would be nothing to me, but instead you neglect to tell me there’s an issue and decide to invite a stranger off the street into your home? How irresponsible can you get!”

Ophelia scoffed. “You’re right, it would have been nothing to you. What about for me? I can’t come running to my brother to fix every little problem I have for the rest of my life, now can I? I’m an adult, I need to find my own solutions to things. That’s being responsible. The solution to making rent on this ridiculously huge apartment that you found for me is to split the burden with a roommate!”

Mercury opened his mouth to continue berating Ophelia for her ridiculous views on something as trivial as asking for his help, but before he could, his watch beeped, notifying him that he was running out of time to get going and make his flight. Despite his personal, feline-related reluctance to leave the city right now, this conference was one he couldn’t afford to miss. He’d have to deal with Ophelia’s roommate situation when he got back… although there was one thing that had to happen. “Where is this ‘Ashley’? I need to meet her before I leave Janus here.”

“Is that really necessary—?”

“The other solution is for you to go pack a bag right now, and go stay with Janus at my house for the week. I am not leaving my cat in the hands of someone I’ve never met!”

Ophelia glared back at him for a long minute, before finally sighing and looking over her shoulder. “Hey, Ashley,” she called. “Can you come here?”

A moment later, light footsteps sounded down the hall as the mysterious roommate approached. “What do you need now? Is your brother gone yet?”

The owner of the voice turned out to be a slender young woman with long, dark hair, and large, bright blue eyes. With her high cheekbones, symmetrical facial features, and full, red-tinted lips, she’d be considered conventionally attractive in most people’s estimation—but most people were incapable of looking past a surface appearance and judging what truly lurked beneath. And Mercury happened to know first hand that this woman’s angelic beauty was all a lie; she was none other than Lilith, a master manipulator and a scourge he’d thought he banished from his city long ago.

For her part, Lilith looked just as surprised to see him as he was to see her. Her eyes grew wide as she glanced between Mercury and Ophelia, and Mercury could almost see the wheels turning in her scheming little brain. After a moment though, her neutral mask fell back into place and she stuck out her hand. “You must be the big brother I’ve heard far too little about. I’m Ashley; I moved in with Ophelia not too long ago.”

“Ashley?” He tried a smile, so as not to make Ophelia suspicious of any prior involvement with her new ‘roommate’, but he couldn’t stop it from turning into a sneer as he shook her hand, squeezing more firmly than was strictly necessary. “And what brings you here?”

A sneer of her own pulled at Lilith’s lips as she returned his iron handshake with just as much force. “Just a job. I won’t bore you with the details; from what I hear, you’re quite busy. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She nodded to the door behind him, and he decided that her smug little dismissal wasn’t going to do at all.

He dropped her hand and stepped back, his eyes never leaving Lilith’s. “Ophelia; I’d like to have a word with Ashley for a moment. I just need to make her understand the responsibility that comes with living in the same apartment as my… cat.”

Ophelia glanced between the two of them and seemed hesitant to leave them alone, but he gave her a pointed stare, and that was enough for her to clear her throat. “Alright, I’ll just go find Janus wherever he’s wandered off to so you can say goodbye. Uh. Be nice.”

Once his sister had disappeared further into her apartment, Mercury stepped closer to Lilith again so he could tower over her and hiss into her ear. “What the fuck are you playing at? You moved in with my sister?”

“Well I didn’t know she was your sister until two minutes ago,” Lilith snapped, taking a step back and crossing her arms while glaring up at him. “Trust me, if I had, I definitely wouldn’t have signed the damn lease.”

Mercury glared at her for a minute, trying to decide if he should believe her. Because honestly, what were the odds that his old, forgotten rival would move in with one of his family members? Although, no one at the League besides his assistant even knew he had a sister, as he’d hidden her existence for years, and Ophelia didn’t know what he actually did for a living, so it was somewhat plausible that this was just an unhappy accident. In either case…

“You’ll have to move out immediately.”

Lilith gaped at him. “What? No way! I just finished unpacking yesterday, and I already did all the paperwork—I can’t afford to break a lease!”

Mercury narrowed his eyes. “So whatever ‘job’ lured you back to my city doesn’t even pay well? I’m very curious to know the details.”

She scoffed and flipped her head to send her curtain of dark hair back back over her shoulder. “My life these days is none of your business, actually. As is who I’ve chosen to be my roommate. Trust me, I’m not stupid enough to do anything to your precious little kitten while Ophelia is catsitting. So you can go ahead and go now. We wouldn’t want you to miss your big photo op with the UN.”

“Your life became my business when you chose to involve yourself in my sister’s affairs,” he said through gritted teeth. “And that’s another thing—you can not say a word to Ophelia about our past or reveal my secret identity.”

Lilith blinked several times. “Wait… she doesn’t know that you’re Silver Boy?”

“It’s Silver Bullet now,” he snapped. “And no, she does not; I don’t like to bring my work home with me. She’s clueless, and she will stay that way if you know what’s good for you.”

Lilith furrowed her brow, but nodded slowly. “My past is dead and buried, so she won’t hear it from me.”

Mercury pursed his lips, but glanced at his watch. He would have preferred to keep talking so he could get more information about Lilith’s sudden return as well as impress upon her further the importance of keeping his secret from Ophelia, but he really had to get going this time.

“Hey, are you two done yet?” Ophelia asked as she entered the room again, this time with a wriggling Janus in her arms. “I thought you had a flight to catch.”

“I’ll have to leave in a minute,” Mercury confirmed, stepping closer to take Janus from her so he could say goodbye. Learning that Ophelia had a roommate and then Lilith’s reappearance had distracted him from his previous worries, but now they all came rushing back as he was moments away from stepping out the door. Janus leaned his head into Mercury’s chest and purred softly, and all Mercury could think of was how he was abandoning his son. They hadn’t been apart for any extended period of time since Janus had come home with him! If Lilith hadn’t been standing there, he would have told Janus that he loved him very much and would be back soon, that he was sorry to have to go and would rather just stay with him. As it was, he simply squeezed his eyes shut and pressed a firm kiss atop Janus’ head in between his ears.

“Cute cat you’ve got there,” Lilith said, and Mercury glared at her again. “How old is he?”

“About six months,” Ophelia answered as she reached out to stroke Janus’ fur. “Mercury found him when he was a kitten. Isn’t he just the best little boy?”

“You found a kitten six months ago, huh? I just bet there’s some great pictures of the two of you together back then.” Lilith smirked at him, and Mercury knew that she’d just figured it out. His grip on Janus tightened.

About six months ago, he—well, the superhero known as Silver Bullet—had raided an underground lab belonging to the evil scientist known as Gray Raven. After the fight, the League’s Media Liaison had shown up and had him pose for pictures holding some of the rescued animal test subjects—including a very young black kitten. After the photos, the League’s cleanup crew had taken all of the animals away so the results of Gray Raven’s experiments could be professionally monitored. It wasn’t until he’d gotten home that night that he’d realized the tiny black kitten he’d posed with had somehow snuck its way into his bag as he was leaving, and fallen asleep!

He should have notified his handlers immediately and turned the kitten over to the League like the rest of the rescued animals, but… he couldn’t bring himself to part with the little guy. So the kitten was named Janus and became his companion, and no one at work needed to know he’d gotten a cat. Ophelia had only found out after an unannounced visit shortly after that, which he’d never regretted, at least until now. Her mother had allowed her to have cats and other pets while growing up, an indulgence their father never allowed for him, so she had been able to fill him in on some of the knowledge he was lacking. It also meant that he didn’t have to trust a stranger in his home or consider boarding his precious cat when compelled to travel for work.

If he’d known Lilith would be in the picture, though…  

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he knew it would be his assistant checking up on him to make sure he was on track to make his schedule. There really was no more time to linger.

Mercury sighed as he released Janus and tried to brush some of the cat hair off of his suit. He kept a lint roller in his car, so the rest of the evidence would be gone by the time he made it to the airport. “I really need to go now, but this discussion isn’t over,” he said, glancing at Lilith before fixing his gaze on Ophelia, who had the good sense to appear guilty about the shock she’d put him through at such an inopportune time. “I’ll see you in a week. Behave yourselves until then.” After a forced smile and quick hug from Ophelia, he turned and left. With every step he took away from the door, he was regretting his decision. It had been hard enough to agree to this when it was just leaving his cat with his sister, but now she was there!

He swore to himself that if any harm came to his cat or his sister and he could find the slightest bit of fault with her, then that demon woman would have hell to pay.

X

“So.” Ashley was standing with her arms crossed and was glaring at the door that Mercury had vanished through just minutes ago. “Your brother is Silver Boy.”

Ophelia took a deep breath and stood up from where she’d knelt to comfort Janus, who had started mewling in protest when his dad left, but had quickly been soothed when she dug out some cat treats from his bag. “Well he’s the Silver Bullet, now. The League rebranded him when he turned twenty.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Right. Rebranding. I’m forever thankful I ditched the League before I had to go through my own stupid ‘image update’. But regardless of what he goes by these days, did it not occur to you that this fact might be something I needed to know? We’re supposed to be partners!”

Ophelia crossed her arms to match Ashely’s stance. “You’re the one who said that just because we’re assigned partners doesn’t mean we’ve got to spill all of our secrets! You weren’t supposed to meet him in the first place, I told you to move your stuff from the entryway and keep quiet while he was here!”

She scoffed. “I forgot, ok? But this is a pretty big secret, a little heads up might have been nice! And he thinks you don’t know? What’s that about?”

“He and dad always made such a big effort to keep their identities from me when I came to visit, I didn’t have the heart to tell them mum had spilled the beans ages ago. So I played dumb… and so they just keep assuming that I am dumb. Anyway, it works to our advantage now, right? If I had been part of his Super world when my powers showed up, there’s no way I’d get a chance to complete the Justicar Trial with you. I know him; he’d have me carted off to the League and working as a registered Superhero on his team faster than you could say ‘Solar Flare’!”

“Right. Does Zoey know?”

“Zoey knows everything,” Ophelia confirmed, and Ashley finally relaxed her arms and shook her head.

“Well, as long as Ms. Butterfly is in on it, I suppose I can’t complain. She’ll have made all her little plans with him in mind. Your brother has no idea you’re powered?”

“None whatsoever, and it’s going to stay that way for as long as possible.” Ophelia tried to fix Ashley with a fierce stare to let her know Ophelia meant business. She knew she wasn’t nearly as capable of intimidation as her brother, but she had picked up a few things from him.

Ashley just scoffed. “No need to worry about him hearing it from me; I’d have been happy never to see his face again, and shall strive to avoid him as much as humanly possible while living with his sister. Next question: that cat. You do realize it came from an evil scientist’s lab, likely has some sort of mutant ability as a result, and will now be roaming freely around our apartment?”

That made Ophelia smile. “Yes, I know that, and understand where your concern is coming from, but there’s something you have failed to consider.”

“And what’s that?”

“He might be an evil science experiment, but Janus is also a very good boy.”

[supersizemeplz]

Huh? Nuh Uh

Southern Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Random but I was heavily inspired by this tik tok. Enjoy!

Traffic was light, only a few cars on the otherwise dead street from what you could see. The sun had began to set and the sky held that beautiful pastel canvas of color. The soft light seemed to kiss your boyfriend's brown skin, making him glow. He was fine as hell, you couldn't lie. Erik glanced over at you, smirking when he'd caught you admiring him as he drove. His golds glinted and his dimples deepened to make your heart flutter.

"You so green. Whatchu grinning at over there?" His southern accent made you smile bigger. Not that you thought that was possible. He rested a hand on your thigh giving a light squeeze, mumbling a ‘wit yo fine ass’. You shivered with a familiar tingle at the loving contact and you were sure that it wasn’t from the A/C that was going full force.

You felt butterflies, deciding to turn away from him to hide your smile. It wouldn't dim even though you were trying. "Nothing. Just... taking in the scenery."

He replied with an amused 'Mhmm', moving his hand as he pulled up to a gas station. It was a familiar spot whenever you two decided to chill. They had some of the best slushies. The glossed paint of his car reflected in the full length window of the store as his LED headlights stared back at your both. The soft purr of the engine hushed as he placed the gear into park, turning down the radio and looking over to you. "You want something outta here, baby girl?"

You nodded, telling him the snacks you'd wanted. Your nails played in his beard as his eyes took in your glossed lips as you spoke. Taking a mental note of each word the soft seducers spoke as he opened the car door slightly. "Bet.." He leaned back over and pecked your lips twice before he grinned. The last one lingering a bit before he pulled away with a lip bite. ".. I'll be right back. Aight?"

"Ok." You spoke, in a light daze as he got out the car. Watching him walk up to the store and enjoying the little dip in his walk. “He’s too fine for his own good.” Shaking your head, you smiled to yourself.

Once he'd disappeared into the well lit establishment, you looked around his car. This had been your first time in it since you’d both always met up or he came to your place. It was some nice ass sports car, custom made from what he'd once told you. Yeah you’d seen it but this is the first time you’d gotten to sit in it. This was one of the three cars he owned. The man loved his cars.

Your hand smoothed over the deep green leather of the seat before you looked at the dash. The soft scent of him filled the car and you took in a deep breath. “Damn..” Running your fingers over the metallic Stevens emblem, you made a face of approval. And he called you boujie. Your observation of the car's details continued as you seen nothing occupied the arm rest, though his phone rested in the cup holder.

It lit up with an email notification, showing you as his screensaver in the background. Some photo you'd taken randomly that he'd said he really liked. Looking to the steering wheel, you noticed that his last name was also stitched into the leather beneath the car company’s emblem. It oddly matched your nails and you smiled at the sudden idea you hatched. "Dare I?"

Doing a glance to the store, you seen him at the slush machine. Go for it. Sliding over to the drivers seat, you relaxed into the seat. Your hands rubbed over the leather of the steering wheel, feeling the stitches of his name. Taking out your phone, you snapped a few photos of your hand against the wheel.

Placing your phone back on the passenger seat, you did a relaxed sigh. Sinking back into the seat. You might have or might have not playfully let the seat smoothly recline and then come back to its original position at the touch of a button. Just to see how it felt. "Smoothhh." You gave an impressed hum, resting your hands on the steering wheel again.

Looking around to see if anybody was looking at you, you gently turned the wheel back and forth like a playful child. You chuckled at your childlike behavior, resting back against the seat again. “Maybe I am a little green.��� Peeking back over your shoulder, you looked to the backseat. Which was surprisingly spacious, just big enough for some adult activ- "Shit!"

You gave a squeal of surprise as you seen Erik coming out of the door. Hopping from his seat, you slipped over the arm rest to take your rightful seat in the passenger sides. Smoothing your hair down, you fixed your clothes and turned the radio up back to the soft hum it once had. Just as Erik made it to the car, you focused your attention on your phone.

He slipped into the car with ease, one hand holding your large slush and the other with a bag full of snacks. You took the bag from him to lighten his load and sat your phone aside. "Thanks, babyy." Grinning, you accepted the slush he handed you. After he'd taken a sip or two.

"No problem, princess." He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. His eyebrows furrowed as you rumbled through the bag. "I wasn't sitting up this straight was I? You been over here?" Dammit, caught.

You ignored the question before he called to you with an amused 'Babe'. Looking to him, you could almost see the knowing smirk on his lips. "Huh? Nuh uh..I’ve been on my phone." Taking a sip of your slush, you heard him chuckle at your obvious lie. He'd seen you from the store window minutes before and found himself chuckling from the chip aisle.

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[spirits-n-giggles]

I thought he turned back because he liked her petting his snout and he didn’t want to do anything to give that away. Or he was surprised he liked her touching his fur. Not gonna lie that sneeze threw me. Why did he sneeze? Side out: I know he’s a dog not cat, but does he make any purring noises? Like a dogs pur sound kind of? Some wolves can purr. Inquiring mind here 😉

Okay! FINE! I give up! 

Here you go! 😍

Fully fledged, and with art at the end to boot.

Enjoy!

The First Time Rin Met Doggy!Sesshy

So, you want to know about the first time Rin ever saw Sesshomaru in full Doggy!Sesshy form, eh?

Hmm.... It would have to be at some point during the original series, yeah? So Rin would still have to be what demons would call a tiny human. It would happen in the evening, after the night would fall. The camping party of misfits would consist of Lord Sesshomaru, Jaken, Ah and Un, and the tiny human, Rin. They would all lay at their own leisure in a safe area to camp, complete with shade to stay hidden in the large bushes and trees.

They would have sat for a while, whilst the toad demon and the tiny human would feast upon the catch they would have made earlier on in the day. With bellies filled, it wouldn’t be long before Rin would finally find herself in a sleeping state. This would be a queue for Sesshomaru to go and hunt for his own food, as he would order Jaken to stay behind and keep guard over the camp. He would only travel as far as he needed to in order to obtain his food, but that would vary depending on how far away camp would be from his preferred diet.

What does he eat?

Use your imagination.

That’s not what this oneshot is about. :)

Something would happen while Sesshomaru would hunt, and it would most likely be a huge giant big-headed demon of some kind that would have smelled the dwindling campfire from not too far away. Careful to guard itself with its own personal demonic energy, this pathetic waste of space would cleverly hide its scent as it would happen upon the camp while the moon hung high in the sky. This stupid demon would believe Sesshomaru to be rather small compared to it’s large stature, and unfortunately for this idiotic demon, it would soon find out what happens when one assumes.

This filler episode demon would have waited until all was clear to attack the camp so he wouldn’t have to try very hard for his own dinner. With the larger demon long gone, this moron would emerge from the trees in the night and spot the sleeping girl and pathetic goblin-looking toad and see them as nothing more than a nice midnight snack. This causes Rin to release a blood-curdling scream. All this stupid demon would know was that the bigger demon was gone so these little tiny nothings be ripe for the picking. Sure there was still a dragon but surely he could handle one and be done with his business before the bigger demon would return, right?

As Sesshomaru would make his one and only kill to eat, he would immediately hear the cry of Rin. It would take naught but a hop and a jump for him to get to her, only to see that she would be lifted into some giant’s mouth. Ah and Un could only do so much while muzzled, and stupid Jaken would get himself caught, again. Sesshoamru would arrive to see the size of such a spectacle, and figures that it would just be easier to settle this the old fashioned way.

He would sigh at such a pathetic excuse of a demon, and he wouldn’t even have have to think as he would suddenly -- *- BAMF -* -- transform into full Doggy!Sesshy. Doggy!Sesshy would be a big vicious beasty, and poor Rin wouldn’t have even been able to see the transformation since she’d be too busy with almost being eaten, and all that.

The dumb demon would have had no time to react to the sudden giant-ass dog demon that would suddenly come lunging towards him. Doggy!Sesshy would swiftly kill the vermin, with little to show for it since his blood would taste absolutely disgusting to the Demon Lord. After mere seconds, both of the demon’s arms would separate from the rest of its body (cause duh) , and Sesshomaru would catch Rin (and Jaken) on the safety of his back to guide them down to safety.

It would take a few moments for the damsels to come back to their senses. “W-what happened?” Rin’s voice would speak as she’d subconsciously hold onto whatever she had landed on. She would look up to see that she’d be in the sky, flying as if she were on the back of Ah and Un, but she would see her two-headed friend as he would anxiously await her back on the ground. She would then look down to see white fur under her as they would glide in the air, and the fur would feel somewhat familiar, but not enough for her to directly understand what had just happened.

"Lord Sesshomaru!" She would scream for his attention. She would know that he’d sometimes leave the camp to eat, but a demon was just killed by another in front of her. "Lord Sesshomaru where are you?" He would usually hear her cry. It wouldn’t be like him not to show up to a fight like this.

She would be eager to get off this random.... demon and search for her lord.

"You fool!” Rin would hear Jaken’s voice from behind her. She would look to see her friend desperately trying to hold on to any kind of fur under him. This IS Lord Sesshomaru!" Jaken would berate the tiny human and her ignorance while holding on for dear life.

“Hold on Jaken! I’ve got you!” She would be close enough to be able to pull him up to safety by his unique looking staff.

Jaken would be thankful, though he wouldn’t want to be. “Meddlesome girl. I could have made it on my own.”

“What do you mean that this is Lord Sesshomaru?” How would she have known? This would be her first experience seeing him this way, after all. Doggy!Sesshy would take this time to slow them down and eventually come to a smooth landing.

“Don’t you know anything?” Jaken would screech as he would jump off of his Lord’s back. “Lord Sesshomaru is a Dog Demon. This is his true form! The look of a human is an optional one, but it does keep his true form rested and at bay so he doesn’t go crazy and kill the entire world with his vicious power and anger!” Jaken would cower at the very idea of the story.  Rin would follow and slide off of Sesshomaru’s side, but he would stand there for a moment in full form. Rin would be shy about her movements, but she would be careful as she would slowly come to see the front of his dog-like face.

This would be the face of a great beast. He would be large and white. His snout would be pointed and vicious, and his sneer would hold a look of what most would consider to be pure evil. He would growl as he would refrain from releasing any of his poison around her, and such a sound would resonate within her ears. He would be fully aware, watching her intently, waiting for her every move. He would only imagine what his horrid form would look to her. ‘Surely, she must be frozen in terror. Look at how still she stands.’ He would believe it to be fear that he’d see in her eyes.

Nothing about his true form would be recognizable to her, except the familiar markings on his face. His two stripes on each of his human-like cheeks would morph into one jagged one on each in this form. The moon in the center of his head would make Rin wonder if the moon somehow helped his power in some way. Her disposition would calm as she would eventually be able to see him through his demonic form. "Lord Sesshomaru?" She would ask, looking into one very large red eye.

It would seem to be him after all, as he would shortly transform back to his usual form- the form that she'd be most familiar with. She would shield her eyes of the wind that would flow out of him.

He would stand, calm and emotionless, as per usual, but he would carry a disposition that would somehow be more quiet and standoff-ish. There would be no voice from Jaken, this time, and Ah and Un would always prefer to be the silent contenders in these situations. Sesshomaru would be waiting for Rin to scream and run from him in terror after what she had just seen. He would have just transformed into a vicious beast and murdered in cold blood right in front of her. In a way, he’d be no different than the one that just tried to kill her, so she must be terrified...

Right? ‘I really am a monster.’

Rin would not notice the trepidation in his movements. “Wow...” She’d whisper. Her eyes would grow wide with a smile to match. "Can you do that again?" She'd suddenly ask with hopeful eyes.

Sesshomaru’s eyes would widen at her sudden request... and for just a moment, Sesshomaru’s voice would be caught. ‘...What?’

"HOW DARE YOU REQUEST SUCH A THING." Jaken‘s voice would screech in her ear, scurrying over to the tiny human. "Lord Sesshomaru does not waste such valuable demonic energy to entertain the witless demands of a pathetic little human like you."

"Silence." Sesshomaru's voice would only have to utter a single word to get the demon toad to quiet himself.

“Y-yes milord.” The servant would do as he was told, sheepishly hiding behind the tiny human Rin in the process.

Sesshomaru would be the Great Demon Lord of the West. It would take naught but little energy for him to do something as simple as transform into his full self for a second time. The air around him would start to pulsate once again, as would the echo of his heartbeat. The wind would ripple through the tall grass and the leaves in the trees. Rin's eyes would grow in awe as she would watch his hair start to freely dance with the wind. Before she’d know it, a dangerous red color of his demonic eyes would return as the usual soft amber color of his eyes would fade away. His gaze would land directly on her.

Rin would stand completely still, wanting to see the entire transformation. There would be a certain something inside of her that would never want to look away. Rin would be an empathic human being, and this power could be very valuable in the future, should she desire to continue down the path of divinity. But for this moment in time, it would be able to help her see the beauty in such an extremely wild and dangerous moment as showing one’s true demon form like this. This would speak to her heart, though her mind would still need to develop a little more before she would be able to fully understand this power. For now, she would just be able to enjoy this moment.

Oh, what magic this would be to her- but Jaken would be smart to grab her arm as he would run from the blast that he knew would come. The human would watch in awe as Sesshomaru’s human-like being would become wrapped in the fur that would usually stay at his side, right before fully transforming in size with the power of his demonic light.

Clad in his full beast form, Sesshomaru would stand tall and mighty. The hiss in his growl would even scare away the sleeping birds that nest high in the trees, but Rin would pull herself away from Jaken's hiding spot and make her way towards this new Demon Lord Sesshomaru. This full transformation would be the raw and natural state of a creature that would call himself the Demon Lord of the West, and this would intrigue Rin to no end, no matter what age she might be.

He would actually be a... dog.

Her eyes would be directly on him as he would gently turn to see her with one very large and perhaps a little bit of a timid eye, as well. She would take her time making her way towards him, but she wouldn't hesitate to take the first step as soon as possible. His growl would come from deep within his throat, as if warning her not to get too close. This would be a recurring theme in Sesshomaru’s character, whether he’d notice it or not. This would just be another way for him to push her away, and to remind her that he is not good, he is not kind, and he is definitely not nice.

He is a monster, and he would always be a monster.

She would pause, but she would not be afraid. He would be in a defensive stance, but his body language would eventually simmer down to a calmer state, as she would grow even closer. Her mind would only be on Sesshomaru with youthful eyes of her own, but not with fear of him hurting her, but with fear of him being frightened of her footsteps.

The closer she would get, the more his growl would dim. Jaken's eyes would be large, as he would observe Rin’s courage. Even he wouldn’t dare to get so close to such danger. His jaw would seem to hit the ground.

Sesshomaru would then lower his snout down to Rin’s gaze. He would only be able to see her with one eye, but one would be enough. Rin would eventually be close enough to gently, yet gradually feel the familiar fur at the side of his nose. She would know the soothing familiarly of his fur, for it would be thickened with his wild nature, and warm to the touch. Here she would come to the understanding that his Moko-moko would be a part of him somehow. as she would continue petting the bridge of his nose.

This gentle action of hers would cause his eyes to gently come to a close. He would feel her kind touch, and it would be a foreign feeling. It would almost seem as though he... might... actually....

His eyes would suddenly pop open wide, and he would yank his face away from her, which would frighten the poor girl and she would end up falling back with a small scream. Her fear ridden voice would cause him to immediately transform back to normal as if nothing happened.

After a moment of defining silence between the small camp of beings, none would dare make a sound. They would watch Sesshomaru as he would slowly, but surely raise his (only) arm (at the time) . The silence would remain until the smallest ... *sneeze*...? would suddenly come from their Demon Lord of the West.

Did... Did Rin just make Lord Sesshomaru... sneeze?

"Let's go." Sesshomaru says as he turns away from the camp. "Since you're all awake, we might as well travel on."

She did! Rin made Lord Sesshomaru sneeze...

Well...Sort of.

He had to think of something, didn’t he? She was PETTING him like a DOG. That was unacceptable... right?

A-and it’s not like he actually enjoyed it or anything... right?

Never.

That would be considered affection.

Affection?

What is that?

Unfortunately, he would have absolutely no idea of what affection would be, so he wouldn’t understand why he would feel something ... positive in her gentle touch to his demonic form. And he definitely didn’t use the excuse of a fake sneeze so he could..... touch... the spot that she touched in his own state of shock.

Please.

This Sesshomaru? Have feelings?

Ridiculous.

Rin would scurry on up as everyone would continue on. ‘Lord Sesshomaru....’ she would think to herself. ‘You truly are beautiful. Inside and out.’ She would smile a smile that would be felt by the entire group.

‘I am a monster,’ he would think to himself, ‘but... perhaps I can be a decent one.’ Lord Sesshomaru, too, would hide a vague grin as they would venture on with their adventure.

Art and story by: Me :)

[mrs-hatake]

train station shenanigans (1)

A/N: Helloooooo everyone!

As promised, here’s the first chapter/intro of the aizawa x reader fic based on my work life! This is 90% Self Indulgent so just a heads up!

Anyways, enjoy! :D

Ps, not proof read!

Se no!

Demo sonnan ja dame mou sonnan ja hora.

You groaned in protest at the sound of your alarm that blared under your pillow. With your eyes still closed, you slid your hand under your pillow and fished out your phone to quickly tap the stop function. The white numbers of the clock read half past seven in the morning. You let out a whine and cursed the day you applied for a job.

Once you had convinced yourself to stay awake and ignore the sweet calls of slumber, you unlocked your phone and checked your notifications. After spending about fifteen minutes on twitter, you chucked your phone behind on your bed and pushed yourself upwards. You yawned loudly as you stretched your limbs. Lazily, you exited your bedroom and slowly went down the stairs so as to not awaken your mother and baby brother.

Today was your first day back to work after the mandatory lockdown due to the spread of the new virus. Having a break from work was wonderful as you were able to spend more time with your family. It sucked that everything was closed and you weren’t going to lie, it was stressful seeing the death tolls on the news, but you had fun at home. And now that things had finally calmed down in Japan, it was time to return to work.

Despite your whines from earlier, you were honestly looking forward to work. It was fun being at home, especially when you had so much free time to binge watch all of your favorite shows, but that could be entertaining for so long before it lost its charm.

With a soft hum of some random song, you worked on making yourself breakfast. Nothing too fancy, just some frozen waffles that you shoved down the toaster and then later drizzled caramel on top. You moaned at the fluffy texture in your mouth, and briefly, you were reminded of your days in school. When it was the first day and your mother would be up early and making breakfast for you. You missed those days. Life was much simpler back then. You wondered if your baby brother missed the lively atmosphere while getting for school or not. When you swallowed the last piece of waffle, you washed the dish and utensils that you’ve used before heading back upstairs to shower and get ready for work.

You decided to wear a simple yellow sundress for work. The best thing about the company you worked in wasn't being strict with the clothes you wore. As long as they were modest and family friendly, they found no reason to implement a strict dress code. Your senior coworkers decided to stick with the traditional attire of dark colored business suits. As much as you loved black, you didn’t want to wear the dark color every single day.

After you finished dressing up, you applied light mascara and let your dark green, almost black, curly locks gently rest on your shoulders. Spraying some lavender scented perfume, you texted your mother that you were off to work. But not before you snuck into your brother’s room, brushed back his dark green curls and pecked his forehead.

It was strange seeing the normally crowded streets of Musutafu be so desolate. The vast streets that were once filled with cars, almost resembling a parade with its colors and soft purrs of the motors, only had four or five cars on each lane. It was almost unnerving how quiet the streets of Musutafu were. But no matter, at least now you didn’t have to worry about traffic. Sure, you took the bus to work, though it was still frustrating to be trapped in the middle of traffic while freaking out over being on work on time. Not that you ever had been late. You always managed to show up at least twenty minutes earlier than the intended time.

The smell of bleach and lemon wafted through your nose once you stepped foot into the modestly sized train station. Just like the streets of Musutafu, the train station was just as desolate. The buzz of passengers sizzled out to soft mummers. The sea of people shrunk to a puddle. And the cheery atmosphere became somber. It was depressing. Though that didn’t deter you. With your head held high, you went straight to your office that you would normally share with five other people. Due to the new government rule, however, employees who weren’t supervisors, managers or ceos will take shifts and return to work every other day. Meaning you only had to work with three other people today.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Was the first thing that greeted your ears when you opened your office door.

Your boss was...unorthodox. He had long wavy hair that he would put up in a messy bun. Grey circles could be seen under his eyes and a soft stubble peppered his chin and upper lip. If you could describe your boss, then you would use the adjectives: grumpy and sleep deprived.

“Good morning, Aizawa-san.” You replied with a smile. Though, at the remembrance of wearing a mask that was way too big for you and covered most of your face, you dropped the smile. Aizawa said nothing, only nodded his head and continued to type away on his computer.

As you sanitize your workstation and logged into your computer, your supervisor Yamada Hizashi, walked in and bellowed “Gooooooood morning my little ducklings!” You heard Aizawa groan under his breath and tried not to chuckle at his misery.

Aizawa and Yamada were childhood friends and coworkers. It baffled you at first when Nemuri, your co-supervisor, had mentioned it in passing. The two were extremely different. While Yamada was the bright sun on a summer’s day that humans longed for after a long and miserable winter, Aizawa was the moon that people sung praises to with his mysterious aura and charming personality. After working with them for a month, however, you could see how the two were best friends. They balanced each other out perfectly and would always bring out the best side of the other person.

“Must you be so loud so early in the morning.” It wasn’t meant to be a question but Yamada answered anyway.

“Yes, I must bless everyone with my beautiful voice.”

If he wasn’t in a work environment, you were certain that Aizawa would have smacked his head on his desk to end his misery.

A peaceful silence settled upon you and you awkwardly shifted in your seat. Neither Aizawa nor Yamada had instructed you with anything to do and you were starting to feel antsy. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to walk around the station, maybe get some fresh air, Aizawa cleared his throat and called your name. You sat up straighter in your chair and locked your eyes with his.

“Write a letter to the Council of Train Stations to approve the extension of payment fees deadline.” Instructed Aizawa before returning to face his computer.

Blinking twice, You wrote down what he said in your notebook and began working on the letter.

You worked in the administrative department of the train station. The company you worked with, All Might Train Station Management, was infamous in maintaining and developing the station. From managing stores, adding holiday decorations to conducting safety measures and promoting the best image of the station, those were among the many things that you will deal with for the next eight months.

Once you have submitted your letter, you inform Aizawa. Who just hummed at you in return, too absorbed in his own work.

This went on for two hours. Aizawa would ask you to write a letter, you wrote it down on your note and then typed it on your computer and submitted it. Sometimes, you would have to contact other employees from other departments to forward you files that you had to attach to your letters. It was stressful, but not unmanageable.

It was around twelve in the afternoon when Aizawa excused himself to meet with the president of the company, Toshinori Yagi. Shortly afterwards, Yamada also left the office to God knows where. A habit of his that you envied but would never actually do. Yamada had been working two years at the company so he had the privilege to take a break from work and wander around. Maybe someday you could do it too, but for now, You’re stuck in your office.

Noticing that none of them were returning any time soon, You took your wallet and made your way to the mini market for a cold beverage and some snacks. You didn’t want to eat lunch at work - not that you can anyways since the staff room was under maintenance - but you were starting to get hungry and you couldn’t work to the best of your potential with an empty stomach.

When you returned to your office, you spotted Aizawa back at his desk. Yamada was nowhere in sight. Quietly, so as to not disrupt your workaholic of a boss, you sat down on your chair and opened your bag of chocolate animal crackers and stabbed the straw into your mango juice box.

“You look like you’re in elementary school.”

Your head shot upwards at Aizawa’s comment and could feel your cheeks flushing with warmth and you were positive that they had turned a bright red color.

“Would you like some?” You blurted and instantly winced. It was no secret that you were an awkward person by nature and tended to blurt things out or ramble on when nervous. You tried improving that aspect of yourself at work, not wanting to embarrass yourself at work like you did in college. You wanted to be professional and taken seriously. But it was proving to be a challenge.

Aizawa appeared to be contemplating your offer, half distracted by whatever it was displayed in front of him on his computer. “Sure, why not.” He eventually replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

Your heart beat in anticipation as you stood up and crossed the short distance between your desk and his. Your hand held out the yellow bag of animal shaped chocolate crackers and watched as Aizawa dipped his hand and fish out two crackers; a panda and an elephant. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Your reply was soft, almost a squeak. Aizawa just hummed in response and returned to type away at his keyboard. You briefly toyed with the idea of being as busy Aizawa, to the point of being unaware of your surroundings.

The rest of the day went uneventful. Aizawa didn’t ask you to write any letters and Yamada didn’t return to the office until half an hour before work ended. The loud blonde asked Aizawa if he wanted to join him for lunch later and you held your breath at what your boss was going to reply, the thought of him living a normal life outside of these four walls was almost unimaginable. “Yeah, sure.” Ah, to see Aizawa in a casual setting, a privilege that you have to work very hard for.

When it was two in the afternoon, you turned off your computer, signed your name on the attendance sheet and bid farewell to your colleagues.

“Goodbye, my little duckling!” You heard Yamada say behind you while Aizawa grunted a quiet ‘bye’.

[moon-caramel]

City Lights | P. Jimin

❣ One Shot

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader ♀

→ Summary: your boss, Jimin fucks you against his window’ office 

→ Gendre: Smut ♔

→ Warnings: Dom!Jimin, Sub!reader, blackmailing, semi-public sex, oral (fem), dirty talk,, degradation, cum eating, orgasm control, Mentions of sex toys, reader has a cam show history, manhandling 

→ Word count: 3.2k

“Miss ____”

A sweet voice call your name, you turn around to see your boss, delicathe posture, with a tough aura. People usually are confused by Jimin, a young boy with a sweet face, could also give a fearful manful aura. he was angel with hell in his eyes

“Yes, Director Park?” your soft voice caused a twitch in the corner of his plumpy lips

“I'll need your help with this papers for the monday meeting”

“Uh sure, I could give it a look right now” you try to reach the papers he had but move his hand before you could

“No, you can’t now, I have a meeting with director Kim now, so will do it when in my return”

“I could see them now, I'll leave them ready in your office” 

You offer, it was getting late and you know any meeting with the directors tend to be long, you just didn't want to stay late and alone in the office, but the words sounded bitter to Jimin, you could see it in his expression.

“I'm giving you an order miss ____”

“I'm sorry, I'll wait for your return” 

“I’m sorry, what?

“I’m sorry Sir”

“That's better” his sly smirk came at you, making you weak

He turns to leave, but comes back, closer to you.

“If it makes you more comfortable, you can wait in my office…” His body comes to on top of you, almost like a hug, his lips so close in your ear you could hear his breathing “without panties”.

He leaves after that, you are grateful you can finally breathe, The question in your mind always shows after this kind of moment with you boss, how can someone look so pure, can be so intimidating?

●

The entire floor was already empty, and it look so sad to be the only light space in it, it would be more controuble to wait for Jimin in his office, even if the idea of not wearing panties make you uncomfortable, it was past eight thirty at night. You now Jimin meetings can’t be this late, maybe he was making time in the parking lot, maybe he was drinking around some place, he could leave you waiting all night if he wants.

He had that power over you, not because you give it, you had no choice. About a month ago he found out your secret, you used to do cam shows, it was what help you pay for college, once you pay all your debts there was no reason to do it, so you stop.

The company could fire you, hell, if you tried to find another job they will find out too, just one call to know why were you fired. You offer to quit, being the better choice. 

Jimin offer something else, there was no reason to tell about you, he said how allured your videos made him, once he look the first he couldn't stop, two option and just two, let him fuck you, or he could fire you noting the reason of why in your records.

It's an offensive thing to ask, you can't say you haven't think about him in that way, Jimin is handsome, desired by many, for one month, you offer back, he accepted vigorosamente.

He couldn't believe that the same girl who fuck herself in such a lewd way could be the same quite girl who worked for him, he wanted to bring out that woman in you, and a month will be more than enough.

That's how it start, he fuck you against his wooden desk right after that, making you say how much you love it, when he made you wear a vibrator egg an entire day making it vibe on random moments.

Last time he saw one of your coworker acting too cute around you, he made you cum around three times in the guy desk, reminding you your pussy was only his. You hate how much control he had on you, but he is right, you do love the way he fuck you.

And now here you are, waiting him in his office, exactly a month, panties on his desk, you were sure he would appreciate the detail, things go well in your favor if you do things he likes, but it’s getting late, looking outside you can see the night city scene, the sky in complete darkness the only lights comes from some windows office, traffic and some bars down.

You already thinking about message him, when he enters, the sound of the door made you turn, once you see the smirk in him you feel jittery.

“enjoying the view?”

“Jimin, please don’t make me wait this late”

“Well doll, you know I don't control how long meetings last”

He came to you, all confident, taking your neck in his hand, he didn’t waste time and plant a kiss on your lips, taking you by surprise you gasped and he took the opportunity to introduce his tongue inside, you could taste the alcohol, he move it in all the space in your mouth, wanting you taste of liquor, to know he wasn’t in a meeting. He broke the kiss with a grin, cupping your chin in his finger, you know he wants you to say something, if you call out his bulshit. 

“You’re right, sorry”

Of course you wouldn’t, you will only receive one of his punishment for calling him a ‘liar’, your answer amuse him, going to his chair, he doesn't show the pleasure to see your panties on top of the papers, he save them in his pocket and pat on his desk, you already know what that means and you sit in the space.

His hand comes to caress your inner thighs, resting his head on his other hand, one tempting finger in the space of his mouth, every time he makes that pose makes you weak, you bite your lips unconsciously, the hand in your thigh goes to your sex, one finger ghosting the skin of your folds.

He could feel the moisture in your skin, your entrance twitch with the light touch, body reacting weakly for him, he loves it, no matter how much you said you didn't want this, your body never lied, he knew it so well it was impossible to lie him, he wanted to see it.

You stand up to take your clothes off once he orders you to, his eyes roaming your body like a delight cake, your curves lit up for the dim lights of the office, god he could look at you like this all day.

“Look at you princess, so perfect for me”

You feel conscious of yourself, completely naked, in front of a man who had so much control, your arms react unconsciously to try to cove you. Jimin got up, in front of you taking your arms to reveal your body once again.

“Please don’t be shy around me” his eyes meet yours “You should know by now, I'm a sucker for you” he press a soft kiss on your lips, the action feels intimate, it could bring a flame into your heart

"You're so delicious” Jimin grids through his teeth.

The kind act is forgotten when he pulls you closer to him in a hug, his hands roam around your skin, one shamelessly in your sex, provoking your wetness flee.

You try to keep calm, he not doing much but your breathing start to get shorter and your hands grip on Jimin shirt, you can't even think how your brain is soon muted by your needy body.

"Mmm.. my doll it's getting heat up already” Jimin purrs in your head “you are leaking in your thighs”

The movement of his hand feel so soft between your thighs, your body is relaxed, completely docile.

“Ji.. Jimin please, Sir” 

“What is doll?” he lift your head, his free hand supporting your chin

“I, need you”

“Why?” 

Because you need his touch right now, because he had transform you into someone who gets horny by just his voice, someone who loves how he makes you feel.

“is it because you are needy?” he smirks devilish when he sees you nodding “Say it, say for who is your pretty cunt leaking”

“For you.. Ji, Sir, my pussy is, wet for you”

“Mmm, yes I see it, The world can see it” Jimin eyes point to the full window that shows the scene of city buildings, some windows still light up, and your body completely naked.

“we should give them a better look” Jimin immediately manage to move you, in your back to the window “what you say?”

“no.. Jimin please” you beg, right now you feel more expose, he had already fuck you in his office, but being so close to clear material felt different.

 “Why not? It's not like you haven't done it before”

“bu, But”

“please, aren't you the girl that liked to show her pussy to world?” the reminder of your secret, of the control he had.

You need to push any uneasy feeling that is in your mind, you need to be that pervert girl he loves so much.

"Yes, I am.. for you Sir"

"that's my girl"

Jimin pressed his body to yours, your shoulder blades and ass attach the window, you feel a mixed reaction for the cold material and the hot skin of Jimin hand.

He kisses you wantonly, you still feel the alcohol in his meaty lips, they feel like a trap you want to fall in, you introduce your tongue just to feel more of it he let you, letting your tongue savor any corner of his mouth.

You feel the lack of air, but you can stop, you feel eager for more, it's only for Jimin that the kiss breaks, and you can breathe in. Jimin swollen lips travell down your your neck, his hard breathing making you quiver, the hand in your thighs now tease your wet entrance, one finger entering, wiggling forward and back, making you sob.

Your ass in full display, showing the world how your boss touch your intimate parts, how much you love his touch in you

"M.. more, Sir ple-ase" 

Pleasing you, he introduce finger a second finger pushing deeply, his finger move rhythmically while his lips leave soft purple spots down your neck.

Your moans fill the room with the lewd sounds of Jimin fingers moving inside out from your sex, the thought of being exposed is no longer a trouble, it may be better, Jimin treat you so well it made you forget all, you are completely his.

He use his free hand to lift your thigh, his finger get more deeper inside of you and you moan out loud, he feel so happy the lewds sounds that comes from your mouth, he's the only one who can make you feel like this, it doesn't matter the deal break today, he knows it's not over.

“Jimin.h ah, feel so good.”

“keep going doll, say how I make you feel” 

“Goo-d.. fucking goodd Jimin” Jimin deepened his finger inside, they feel soft and the crude motion it's taking you to the edge “Im close.. Jimiin ah”

Before you could feel the knot in your stomach unravel, Jimin fingers come out of you, the fast way you lose your orgasm makes you cry, when you face Jimin, you see that devilish smile, bringing his finger to his mouth tasting you, the single act of his plump lips around his finger makes you drool.

“here doll, you taste so delicious”

The finger touch your lips slightly, your tongue comes out directly, you can taste the creamy fluid of your juice while you never lose sight Jimin eyes, dark, deep eyes full of desire, you are sure your eyes speak the same to him, once you see him bite his lip.

"doesn't feel good?" he hums “your taste" you nodd

His hands come to your hips to turn you around, he pushes your body, glued to the window, your nipples react to the cold material makes you gasp. Jimin moves closer to you, his lips caress your ear, and you feel chills when his breathe.

“It makes me crave for more” The growl in your ear makes you moan slightly

He placed on his knee, facing your cunt, his finger separe the folds of your entrance, you are ready to be eating, you beg him to do it, and you quickly feel his tongue moving slowly in your inside wall.

You are turn on by Jimin, eating you soft while you see the city , there's something about do it in plain sight, it remind you the show cam, no this feel better.

“more, plea-se Sir”

“you are eager don't you?, fine I'll spoil you this time

Your breast push up against the cold window, while Jimin tongue got into your entrance once more, his hand squish your cheek to mark it with a slap, you feel your walls contract by this.

Jimin feel them too, he start growling eating you, giving you a spank once in a while to feel your walls stir around his tongue, his free hand find your clit and rubs it, you are not sure how long you will keep your legs stand, you are thankful you can at least hold yourself in the support against the window. You can feel your orgasm come, desperate to exploit

“Fuck, I can feel your pussy going mad, are you coming?”

You don’t even want to answer, he would deny your orgasm one more

“Answer me” he spank you more strong this time.

You nod, while you keep your weep in your mouth that’s all he said, not the kind of answer he wants but he would let it pass, for now, coming back to eat you, spank you and rub your clit, your body feel so weak and you start to see black, maybe he finally will leave you come, but he moves back, leaving your body now empty, and you cry for your lost orgasm, your knees bending, you can barely hold yourself.

“I’m sorry princess, you wanted to come?” so cruel, you nod with tears in your eyes.

“Well then, you should say it… better yet, beg me for it”

“Wh-what?”

“What I said. if you want to come just say it, say how bad you want me to make you cum… that you want me fucking you against that window, so the whole world can see how slut you are for me, how much you love my cock inside you”

All of this should scare you, your boss was abusing you, the blackmailing for your past but fuck, you are desperate for him, to fuck you senseless, for his thick cock. In this time you can deny he has brought you to the edge, you die and reborn with his touch.

“I want that” you admit, he hums confused and you turn your head back to look at him “I, I want you to fuck me, please”

“keep going”

“Please Jimin, f-fuck me with your fat cock” You don't know how but you find the strength to support your body, adjusting your sex so Jimin could see it

“I want to show.. how you make me your slut”

“if that what my baby wants” 

You feel warm, is the first time he call your baby, and although the pet name is not your priority it doesn’t escape your mind. 

You can feel Jimin hand making sure are wet enough, you definitely are, you see him moving up and down in your fold, Jimin find cute how you push your pussy to bring it inside you.

He moves, slow and tough, it doesn't take you long  adjust to his width, your walls throbbing around his cock, you are desperate for his movement, so you bold enough start move your hips to feel the rub of his hard skin in you wet wall.

This doesn't piss him off, he loves seeing you desperate for him. his cock sinking inside you and appears back, repeating the action over and over, your ass in red for the spanks he kindly give you, he doesn't mind to give you one more.

"look at you baby, all desperate for my cock”

your moan was the only answer, and you start to crave for more, Jimin has fuck you wildly before, and although this pace was pleasing you want more.

“Si.sir, ple’ase, fu’uck me”

“Is that what you want?” you nodd “You really can live you really can live without my cock buried in you, don't you?”

“No.. I, ca-an’t”

One hand grab your hip to stop your peace, that you can avoid as much you try

“what will be of you? you know this will be our last... session”

He planned this, it obvious, fuck you so bad and good, that you will end up addicted to him, that you will be his as long he desired, honestly you don't even care, you will be happy and satisfied to be that way.

“I don’t care” the word come honest and desperate

“Really?” Jimin ask, in a fake surprise tone

“Yes!.. I don’t ca-are, fuck me.. every day, fu-uck.. me and made me cum, pleasee” You cry out

And like that, you were his, he adjust your body again, and tighten his grip in your waist, he moves his dick out from you slowly, leaving the head still inside, he can feel your walls , he approaches you face to whisper in your ear

“You are mine princess” 

He got inside in one rammed, with no warning, making you cry loud, you feel your inside in fire, he start moving fast and rough you feel your walls suffocate with the fast stretch. the sound of slapping skin fill the room, Jimin fucks you wild, and you feel about to exploit.

“Si-sir, im com- coming”

He grab your thigh to lift your leg like before, the world can see better how your pussy being fucked.

“Do it baby, come around my cock” 

You let yourself go, the knot you feel is burned with orgasm, the heat in your body pawn the window, leaving a frame with the shape of your body, Jimin moves slow down, your walls squeeze around his cock, not letting him go, he keep his pace, slowing so he can free himself.

You fall into your knees, supported in the window, things look blurry for a moment, you finally catch Jimin pumping himself until he growls is orgasm, his white cum its splattered in the window

“Clean that, use your mouth”

You obey his order, your tongue collecting all the thick liquid, leaving the window clean, he looks with so much pleasure, see you like this, just for him, he leans to lift your face grabbing your chin.

“You are so perfect for me baby”

“thank you sir”

You smile kind to his words and he kiss you. After fixing your clothes he rides you home, when you took the opportunity to invite him in, to spend the night, you did anything but sleep.

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[holylulusworld]

Her decision

Summary: Consequences are something the mobsters never experienced. Bucky and Steve will learn they will get more than they bargained for...

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader x Mobster!Steve

Characters: Peter Parker, Dr. Helen Cho

Warnings: angst, pregnant reader, threats, mentions of violence, angry reader, I use the word rape & non-consensual (nothing happens but I mention it just in case), mentions of groping, bratty reader

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Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“How did it go?” Bucky smirks, watching his friend press a hand against his bleeding forehead. “Great I assume,” the lamp hitting the closed-door answers the mobsters’ question.

“She’s angry, pissed, and demanding,” Steve huffs, looking at the door. “I will not enter that room again. Not today or like ever.”

“Let me tame this wild little kitten,” self-confident Bucky opens the door to poke his head in. “Look at her, Steve. She sleeps peacefully.”

“I wouldn’t count on her being calm and nice. I can tell, she’s ready to murder you, me, and the whole organization. If not for Peter, I bet she would get a gun to shoot us all,” Steve winces feeling blood run down his neck.

“What did you do, Rogers?” Bucky blinks seeing Steve’s cheeks flush pink. “You couldn’t keep your dirty hands to yourself. No wonder she wanted to kill you with a lamp.”

“A Tiffany lamp, the one my mother gifted to me,” grumbling Steve points toward you on the bed. “Y/N Y/L/N is an angry mother bear, ready to attack when you get to close.”

“Rather when you try to touch her goods,” pissed Steve storms off, not caring if you kill his friend and partner in crime.

“Doll?” sneaking toward the bed, eying the lamp on the bed warily Bucky calls your name. “Y/N, darling I need to talk to you about a few rules. Can you not throw a lamp at me?”

“He deserved getting hurt!” You grumble, hiding underneath the blanket. “Bastard tried to touch my private parts,” snickering Bucky crawls onto the bed, aware you grasp for the lamp.

“He tried to touch our girl, doll. Don’t be such a prude. We both know you came so hard on our cocks that night,” Bucky purrs, glancing at your ass sticking out of the blanket. “I could fill you so good.”

“Is that what you want? Coming to this room to rape me?” Dumbfounded Bucky gasps when you wield the lamp in front of his face. “I agreed to come here to save Peter’s life, not to let you touch me.”

“I thought you know we want our girl back, including nakedness,” not giving in the mobster moves closer to touch your cheek but the lamp hitting his shoulder is not what he imagined would happen. “Doll, we just want you to be ours.”

“I don’t care,” you poke Bucky’s chest with the lamp, angrily clenching your jaw. “I wanted to give my innocence to someone loving and adoring me. Not to two guys who used me, took turns only to kick me out of their house like a random whore they can use. The only thing you forgot to do was paying me for my service.”

“We never pay for sex but you’ve got a point there, doll,” Bucky admits. “Listen, we are bad guys, okay. Bad attitude. Bad reputation. Rotten to the core.”

“You could’ve just left me alone. I had a nice life, you know. No one was paying attention to me but that was fine. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone,” you sniff, hiding your face in the cushions.

“Doll, I must admit at first, we liked the chase. But after the first rush subsided, I didn’t feel good for the first time. I kinda missed you,” you snort, closing your eyes. “We didn’t send Peter to have an eye on you for no reason. We wanted to know how you are doing and if he can find a weak spot to make you fall for us again.”

“Fuck off, Barnes,” you want to hit him with the lamp again, but Bucky is faster. Taking it out of your hand he throws it over his shoulder. “That was granny Roger's second Tiffany lamp.”

“I’ll take the blame,” Bucky smirks when you nod eagerly. “I know you do not have any reason to believe me, us, but we tried to win you over by using Peter.”

“…that’s the reason you wanted to fuck my colleagues. This must be the stupidest and lamest lie I ever heard. Call my parents, they can give you advice on how to lie to me,” voice thin now you sit on the bed, covering your bump.

“I heard about your parents, doll,” the mobster sits next to you, glancing at the bump you try to hide. “I promise, none one will touch you against your will. Steve and I are bastards, but we are not the kind of guys forcing ourselves on a girl.”

“What do you want from me? I’m no one special to you or anyone else. Can’t you just let me go back to my apartment?” Pleadingly looking at Bucky you sigh deeply. “Please?”

“We got a deal, doll,” Steve clears his throat, warily watching your hands ball into fists. “I’m sorry for touching you but the babies, they are ours, just like you. If one of our enemies gets to know you are our girl, they will hurt you.”

“I hate you,” a huff later Steve sits onto the bed, handing you a manila folder. “What’s that?”

“Pictures of Peter and his treatment. He’s doing better, his arm is fine,” you don’t like the way Steve looks at the pictures. “For now.”

“Can you for once not threaten someone? I like Peter, stop hurting him to get to me,” sniffling you close the folder, clutching it to your chest. “He’s a nice guy.”

“Did you fuck him?” Bucky’s voice raises when he must watch you hold the pictures to your chest. “The boy is dead.”

“Unlike you, I do not fuck anyone coming to my path. Peter is a friend and a boy. Jesus, I don’t think he’s at age. The boy is like my broth…,” your eyes water at the memory of your little brother.

Steve nods at his friend, not missing the way you cling to the pictures. “You miss your little brother.”

“I guess I like Peter as I imagined my little brother would be like him one day. A bit shy, but smart. Strong if he needs to and protective. He tries to make the best out of a bad situation,” Bucky nods, understanding how you feel.

“I had a younger sister,” the mobster moves closer to place one hand onto your belly, slowly rubbing it. “Rebecca, but everyone called her Becca.”

Bucky’s eyes sadden when you try to shove his hands off your baby bump. “Where is she?”

“Died years ago. It’s been ages since I talked about her,” you can see tears form in Bucky’s eyes and for the first time, you wonder if he can love someone. “My father, he was a notorious mobster, hard, unforgiving. When he crossed another line, my mother and sister paid the price.”

You gasp, clasping one hand over your mouth. Suddenly too aware of what could happen to your babies you look at Steve. “He’s telling the truth, Y/N. One day after his mother and Becca left church on Sunday they got shot. A drive-by.”

“That’s awful. Did they ever find the murderer?” Bucky nods, giving your thigh a tight squeeze. “Your father, he killed them.”

“It was a massacre. People still talk about it behind closed doors. After my father was done, Steve’s father, Joseph had to stop him. This is how we ended up uniting the empires our grandfathers founded.”

“Bucky’s father, he didn’t stop until his bloodthirst was satisfied. My father stepped in as George, Bucky’s dad was close to starting another killing spree,” you're horrified at Steve’s explanations. Your hands tremble and you feel like you are going to pass out any minute.

“Doll you need to take deep breaths,” Bucky brings you into his arms before you can fall out of the bed. “No more horror stories, Steven. Our girl just passed out,” Steve hums, moving his hand to your belly. “No touching without her consent.”

“I wanted to feel my baby…”

“Prenatal what?” Steve looks at the brochure the doctor hands to him. “I got no clue about this stuff, Dr. Cho. Can you explain it to us?”

“It means we will find out who the father is before Y/N gives birth,” Helen Cho, explains. “I can explain the whole procedure if you want me to.”

“Is it dangerous?” Bucky looks at your belly, not wanting anything to happen to his heir. “We will not risk anything. Y/N must agree too.”

“There is no risk, Mr. Barnes,” you chuckle, watching Steve turn pale when the doctor gets a syringe out. 

“You will not put that into my girl,” protesting Steve tries to grasp for the syringe. “I will not allow you to poke her,” Peter snickers silently glancing at you now and then, or rather anytime none of the mobsters is paying attention to him.

“Mr. Rogers, I need to collect DNA from the mother with a simple blood draw. Later we will gather you and Mr. Barnes DNA using a cheek swab. I will not hurt Y/N or her babies,” the mobster eyes Dr. Cho warily, not trusting her with his baby.

“Gosh, don’t get your panties in a twist, Rogers. Months ago, you treated me like trash, tossed me onto the street, and never looked back. Do not act as if I mean anything to you. I’m a breeder to you and your friend, nothing else,” you don’t hide your anger, even purse your lips when Steve tries to argue. 

“She could hurt you with that syringe or the babies. What if she tries to kill you?” you roll your eyes in an attempt to stop Steve from saying more stupid things in front of your doctor.

“I’m the mother ans got three votes, you only got one. I have the saying,” looking at Dr. Cho you nod. “Do it doctor. I trust you.”

“I have a vote too,” Bucky grumbles, stepping closer to you. “This makes two against three.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you can count, Barnes but I’m still the mother and got three votes. Now shush and let me handle this,” the mobsters do not like you start acting like a brat, but you are determined to show them you are in charge.

“How long will you keep it to yourself? I want to know about the results too,” Steve grasps for the envelope but you slap his hand away. “Doll, let me have a look.”

“I want to talk about a few rules,” Bucky grunts, tugging at the envelope you hold in your hands. “Y/N, give me the goddamn envelope.”

“First, Peter will be my personal bodyguard. No more threats or I’ll be gone, just like my babies,” jaw tense Steve looks at you, close to just taking the envelope out of your hands.

“Fine. One false step and he’s dead,” you narrow your eyes, at Bucky who suddenly starts to sweat. “No more threats got it.”

“Next, no touching or groping. I’m not your toy,” Steve sighs, ogling your growing cleavage longingly. “I would kill to suckle at those tits.”

“I don’t care and …gross,” you slowly open the envelope, checking on the results. “So, if you want to know who will become a father in five months you’ll give me your word that I will be safe here, just like my kids.”

“Promised, no tricks,” Bucky points toward the piece of paper in your hands, licking his lips. “Tell us now doll.”

“I’m not done,” grinning you stuff the letter into your bra, not caring Steve starts to growl. “You will not play your sick games with any girl again. You are mine now, which means no sex with other women.”

“Wait…you don’t want us to touch you,” Steve points out, hating you grin devilish. “You can’t be serious!”

“No sex for you at all,” both mobsters do not like your conditions but threatening a pregnant girl is not their style. “I want enough money for me and my children. Peter will not do anything illegal again. You will not go out with other chicks, this includes sex.” 

Whilst both men crowd you like lions ready to pounce on their prey you hold their gaze. “We have a few rules too.” Steve purrs, dipping one knee into the mattress.

“You will stay here. We will sleep in the bedroom we prepared, together. No other guys, no sex with other guys. The babies are ours, just like you. No leaving us,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, a frown on your face.

“No sex,” you cross your arms over your chest. “I mean it…”

“Negotiable, doll,” Bucky joins his friend onto the bed, looking at you hungrily. “Now be good and give me the letter.”

“I don’t think so, Barnes,” you scramble away, squealing when Bucky flips your over, covering your body to slip his hand into your bra. 

“Where is the letter?” Bucky grunts. “Doll, I’m losing my patience here.”

“I will tell you the results if you sign the contract Peter prepared for me,” you smirk at Steve. “I told you he’s shy but smart. Now be good little daddies and sign it. If you do so, I’ll stay and tell you about the results…”

“I fucking hate you,” Bucky mutters, pacing around the new bedroom. You are unimpressed. Legs crossed you relax on the soft mattress a smug grin on your lips. “You’ll get half of my money if I dare to cheat on you?”

“Correct.”

“Same goes for me, Buck,” Steve is still fuming. He had to sign a contract handing you his balls on a silver plate. 

“As you were such good daddies,” you coo, lips curved into a grin. “I’ll tell you about the results.” Both men sit onto the bed, leaning closer to glance at your belly.

“Tell us…” Bucky places one hand onto your belly, rubbing it slowly. “Please, doll. Stop torturing us.”

“According to Doctor Cho I’m going to be a mother,” you snicker, turning around to close your eyes. “I’m too tired now. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you more. Now be good and stop moping. You’ll learn your place…”

“Learn our place?” Bucky chokes out, looking at Steve. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh-pretty mobster,” you open your eyes, grinning wickedly. “Did no one ever tell you to never underestimate a pregnant girl? You’ll do anything I want you to do when I want you to do so…”

>> Part 3

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– Stardust

Characters: Oikawa Tooru/You

Genre: fluff/comfort, heart to heart on reader’s part (questioning your place in the universe and all)

Summary: Sleep does not come some nights when it gets loud inside your head. Pebbles thrown at your window feels something out of movies. Oikawa Tooru being the one to do feels unreal. So you do what everyone does in dreams, is this a dream?, and follow his lead.

Word Count: 4.3k (i poured my heart out pls respond)

A/N: I didn’t write it with a song in mind but Kimochi Warui (When?  When? When? When? When? When? When?) sounded fitting while proofreading. Take it as a suggestion if you want.  – ao3 - PART 2

It’s late. 

Too late to still be up. Too late to be thinking like this. 

Too late to be up, awake, vibrating with all these overwhelming thoughts filling your head, wanting to break free, scratching the inside of your skull like feral animals, dying to get out.

It’s late and you keep lying down just like that. Hands clasped over your stomach, eyes locked onto the ceiling, trying not to think, keeping your mind blank like a newly bought sketchbook.

You lie like that for seconds feeling like hours and hours feeling like seconds.

You lie awake, the dim moon light entering your room lazily. All too familiar thoughts plaguing your mind, telling things you’ve known since childhood over and over and over until you grow numb to the noise.

Tck.

You consider checking the time but you’re afraid it’ll still be too early for the new day to start.

Tck.

Was that an actual sound or the newest trick of your mind?

Tck.

They say third time is the charm. Third time also means it’s too much of a specific occurrence to be a coincidence. The noise seems to be coming from outside, something small hitting your window.

Irritation and curiosity taking over you at last, not to mention boredom, you make way to the window and open it.

You see Oikawa Tooru of all people waving with his phone at you, a little aggressively.

Walking back to your nightstand and picking up your phone, you receive a message.

>[Does your folks wake up early?]

>[Or check up on you first thing in the morning?]

[No. why?] Hitting the send button you wait, walking back there and looking at him again. Face lightened by the glow of his phone, you can make up his eyes and nose.

>[Wear something warm.]

>[And make that spicy tea thingy you like so much if you want.]

>[I’m waiting by the door.]

Weird is seeing Oikawa Tooru under your window at an hour no one else is awake. Him telling you to get dressed and come outside? That’s creepy and worrying.

[Why]

>[I’m doing you a favor out of the goodness of my heart for once.] You want to roll your eyes at that. Since when does he know what being good means? Towards you especially.

>[No shady business, I promise.]

>[Trust me.]

As if knowing what went in your mind, these texts show up on your screen. You come to a halt.

Your relationship with Oikawa was never good. You would ignore one another on the good days and be utterly destructive and spiteful on the bad days. He never gave you a reason or made a gesture to earn your trust, you don’t even recall hearing those words from him much. They are reserved for Iwaizumi and the team only.

So why do you find yourself in a dilemma, as if there’s something to choose, a decision to make? Because the logical thing for you to do, the in-character thing for you to do, is to say no, go back to bed and hope to fall asleep at some point. The usual set of action for you is to refuse whatever he has to offer and go back to your own thing.

But you’re done with the logical and the in-character. So you send a quick [I’ll be down in 5.], make way to prepare something warm first and change your clothes as you wait for it to heat up. A sweatshirt should be enough.

Being too lazy and out-of-it to function once in a while pays, because instead of having to brew the tea and wait for a long while, you just heat up the already brewed and stashed one and pour it to your thermos.

Silently opening the door and getting out, you see Oikawa leaning against the wall.

He walks away when he sees you, you follow without a word. Soon enough you’re met with a car. Since when he has a car?

Wait, no. Don’t ask, don’t wait for an answer. Don’t look at the stupid car, don’t examine it. It is a dream after all, right? What’s the point in observing things when you’ll forget about them first thing in the morning?

Following his lead, you get inside the passenger seat, hear him start the engine, watch his hand reach for the stereo. A low hum arise.

It sounds like he picked a channel on random, the music isn’t bad per se, the volume is down. So it doesn’t exactly bother you either. Getting comfortable in your seat and resting your head against the window, you watch the blur of images go by.

There is no moon tonight, the only source of light is the street lamps coming into view and leaving as fast. Houses, buildings, trees, everything belonging to the day pass by in a fog and smear of colors. Almost like a quick brush of oil paint. It’s calming in a quiet before the thunderstorm kind of way.

As the road goes under the wheels, less and less houses come in to your view.

“Where to?”

Oikawa gives you a quick glance. He almost looks surprised to see you speak. Did he just assume you’d stay quiet all night?

“You’ll see.” His tone doesn’t match his face.

“What’s the meaning of it?”

“Consider it a favor.” This marks the end of your short lived conversation.

You don’t need to recognize the road he takes to understand he’s driving out of town, out of Miyagi. The why of it keeps floating in your head, you can’t apply the ‘it’s a dream’ tactic any more either, you are too awake for that, in both senses.

Turning your attention back on the sidelines, you let your mind wander off to meaningless assumptions.

A light behind the trees, you imagine a lonely night creature, lurking around to find his lost love.

You spot an animal you can’t identify and make up a story about an once-successful maiden, falling fool to a wicked spell.

You look at the trees and imagine nature coming to life in humanoid form, mutating and taking its revenge on human race.

Hearing a ribbit nearby and you recall the time your mother read you the Princess and the Frog years ago.

You turn left to look at Oikawa. Finding your phone inside your pocket and raising it in a show-and-tell manner, you wait for him to take notice and turn off the stereo. You press play.

Satie’s Once Upon A Time In Paris fills the air.

You note the relaxation in his shoulders. You let the melody take over your body as well.

Closing your eyes and holding your hands in the air, you can see the keys in front of you.

Hitting the keys one by one, reaching for the pedal, you can feel it flow through you. Head moving on its own, dancing with the melody, Gymnopedie no.1 as calm and serene as ever. Simple like a short quote on love from a poet.

It ends silently, Gnossienne no.3 enters with much more emotion.

It’s almost comical how many times you’ve played this exact piece but almost never listened to others playing. It sounds like you in some ways, some tints and emphasis different than how you’d play but that’s all you got right now.

You don’t need to break out of the music’s hold or open your eyes to catch Oikawa’s gaze on you once in a while. You went through all this before on so many occasions. Be it on public transportation and a piece you connect with comes on, you can’t stop your fingers from trying to play it on air, making keys out of nitrogen and oxygen in the air. Your body starting to move on its own after a while. Strangers giving you funny looks all the while.

The notes gain meaning and heaviness, hanging in the air and making way for the following ones as fast.

When the B bemols come, you can feel a stinging feeling in your eyes.

Since when does Gnossienne no.3 make you want to cry? Why now of all times?

You don’t care, you don’t want the answers, you don’t want to understand or reach a new level of understanding within yourself. Just shutting yourself out completely and taking in all the music with a deep breathe, you lean back as far as you can into the seat.

Gnossienne no.4 starts and your hands no longer itch to play.

When Oikawa pulls up at last, the music has long ended.

Getting off with your thermos in one hand, you look around.

Not a single building, a sign of life in sight. Where the hell did he bring you?

You can see his figure searching for something in the back seat, some shuffling reaches your ear. You look at the few and far between trees in the distance. It is a dead night. Not even wind, not even some comical tumbleweeds are in sight to add some motion. Time has stopped completely.

You don’t realize Oikawa’s signals for the second time that night, just as you didn’t hear him throwing pebbles at your window.

Noticing the loud thud, as him patting the hood of his car a little too late, only when he starts to get loud, you look back up. He’s sitting there, patting the space next to him, the gesture all too familiar.

Your mind wanders back to the moments you’d do the same, asking your cat to come sit with you, listen to you ramble, maybe purr for you, hear your sobs or meow at your antics. Tilting your hand with her head, bumping your legs with her tail. Those moments painted golden, filtered with a gray film, already gone, leaving nothing but a sharp pain in your chest.

You climb and sit, careful not to have any physical contact with him.

“Why are we here?” you try one last time.

“I didn’t want to be alone.” He says. Nodding your head at that, you’re not exactly surprised. The way he always surrounds himself with people, no matter the proximity and bond he shares with them.

He answered a question, maybe he can answer few more before I drive him to the limit, you think. “Why me?” This nags at your brain more than any other current question you have for him.

“It seemed fitting.”

“Why not Hajime or Makki, or even Mattsun?”

“Iwa-chan has come on little trips such as this with me before. I didn’t want to drag him tonight. Asking anyone else I’m close with didn’t sound like a good idea. And frankly? You seemed like you could use a break like this today.”

Observant prick.

“So, what exactly? We share one cozy moment tonight and return to our daily selves of hating one another in the morning?” His silence is a yes enough. “Sure, sounds good then.”

After the little conversation, you are back examining the surroundings, the comforting stillness in the air, the silence, the emptiness and the blackness of it all.

It gets boring after a while. Not wanting to disturb Oikawa further and at a loss of what else to do in the middle of nowhere, you look up at last.

Oh.

You forget to breathe for a few seconds. And that doesn’t even seem to be a problem in your eyes.

Has he done this before? How long has he been going out at ungodly hours for this?

You knew Oikawa Tooru was obsessed with space and aliens, thanks to Iwaizumi, but you never expected it to be on a more serious, in-depth level. Not like this.

Never like this.

Billions of stars hanging in the night sky, most millions of years old, blinking from a long gone past, probably dead in their current time.

A calm breeze washing over your wholly, reminding you just how small you are, your life is and how it is all okay because in the big picture you’re all nothing but dust. Destined to be forgotten by history in few centuries, if not decades.

Seeing all these stars, colorful lights what you hope are planets, an arm of the Milky Way, flowing like a waterfall and you feel a sense of security you haven’t felt in a while.

There is something comforting about the night sky, the way it can show you your unimportance in the big picture, your place in all this. You feel whole with the universe. You belong.

So you look up, and up and up. Stare at the sky, blink at the stars, smile at the constellations you spot and remember their stories, the gods and the myths, the heroes and the queens…

You look back at Oikawa then. As if remembering only now that he is there by your side.

Facing the sky in a manner just like yours, you can see the stars on his face. Shining on his hair, cheeks and in his eyes. Almost like stardust.

He looks ethereal, unreachable, enchanting. And a little vulnerable. All that tension, layers of masks he puts on each day, all the fake smiles and empty look in his eyes are gone.

Raw and pure.

This is the truest of Oikawa you’ve ever seen.

The admiration can be read from his eyes. His face holding an emotion you’ve seen on him once or twice. Not intense like this, never like this. You’ve seen the same look on him for Iwaizumi but only for a second, when he’s sure no one is watching.

With the same eyes, he watches the starry night sky.

He looks like he belongs up there. Not in a “be an astronaut and go to space” but in a “should be there, amongst the stars, his memory up there, to be remembered by everyone gazing upon the starry night. Like a constellation, become a constellation, a legend and a story, and so much more, just like Orion and Andromeda.”

This is the closest to Oikawa Tooru you’ve ever been. The thought gives you a shiver.

Seeming to notice that, he gives you a puzzled look and raises his right arm. You realize the blanket around his form then. He’s making an offer.

“Don’t worry, three people can fit in easily, it’s wide enough for the both of us.” When his face turned to you, it’s dark, no source of light to reflect on his skin.

You scoot over to him, under the blanket. The two of you refocus back on the scene above you.

Remembering the little mug inside your front pocket, you open the lid of your thermos and start pouring some tea, the steam leaving a little trail behind. You hold out the mug to Oikawa, he just looks at you, the confusion clear on his face.

Why are you offering me the tea you brought for yourself?

What makes you think I’d trust you enough to taste something you made?

“We said tonight was our little secret, right? I can use the cap as a mug, don’t worry.”

Your words and clarification seems to convince him somewhat, holding the mug with both hands, he smells it before taking a sip.

Silence falls over again and it’s much nicer this time.

Not even the coldness can get to you or pull you out of the warm embrace you’re in. The warmth around your shoulders, more provided by the idea of the blanket than the blanket itself. Like a thin veil, separating the real world from your little bubble of escape.

It’s new moon, no reflecting lunar light to block your view of stars. Sitting under the tent of black, blue, white and red; it feels divine. Divine to live in the moment, to truly breathe, to witness something so enthralling and forever.

To stand by yourself, stripped bare of everything; your layers, titles, names and ticks, clothes and paints, to be a newborn again, to reborn again, all alone, in an endless room, empty and cold, filled with stars and gods, stories to tell and dreams to see.

To feel whole again, alone again, hopeless again but reach a self-realization again, to taste nectar and discover the secrets of the universe, converse with the long gone philosophers and waltz with supernovas.

You’re not alone. Not completely.

Maybe left alone with your thoughts in this dead land and you know how one can never have company in their own mind, forever trapped alone. Yet in that moment, you’re not alone. Moving your head to steal a glance at the boy next to you again, you understand it well. It all happens so fast.

“Isn’t it ironic? How as humans we use a word like ‘star’ for untouchable celebrities, important people and such while in reality stars are nothing but these giant balls of plasma-“ gesturing a ball with your hands now, thermos sitting between your legs, “-with their ongoing chemical reactions, sputtering molecules of hydrogen and helium and all, until they come to an end with their current phase of life. If you can call that life.” You say all these with your eyes locked onto the stars, Oikawa’s locked on you. You keep going.

“Speaking of life, what is even life? Aren’t we just a bunch of organic components somehow managing to come together, build a system and gain conscious somehow? Just trying to survive until an outer force comes or our cells come off? Isn’t it technically our cells living, in a way?”

“Aren’t we just piles of protein just walking around and doing things that make no sense but to us?  Until we come to an end with our current phase of life? Doing what we see fit or fun or appropriate until it all ends.” It’s not a question any more. He doesn’t give you an answer.

“Aren’t we all children of the stars in a different point of view? All our molecules and elements coming from them. I mean, look at them. We see them blinking and smirking and smiling at us but for all we know they could’ve ended long ago. They could’ve become part of a new life for all we know. They break down and give birth to us, pieces of us; and in return we go back to them when we are gone. Despite being made of stardust, we live pretty shit lives huh?” You give him a lopsided smile, facing him as you say your last words.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking this whole time?” he replies.

“For far too long to pinpoint an exact date actually.” You almost say in a singsong voice. He frowns at that slightly.

“But I am right! Right? I mean, you’re a space nerd! You must know what I’m talking about.”

“Understanding and putting it into words in such a depressing way are two different things.”

Pouting at that, you look the opposite direction sharply. “Whatever, I know I am right.”

His gaze is still on you. “Is that what you’re like most of the time? I don’t get how Iwa-chan deals with you.” He must be shaking his head now.

“Iwa-chan can’t read minds last time I checked.” You deadpan.

His laugh fills the air at that. Light and lively, carefree; you doubt you’ve heard him laugh before. It sounds wonderful.

You wonder how things would’ve been between you and Oikawa, if the circumstances were different. If you never met Iwaizumi that day, would your paths still cross? Would you finish your Aoba Johsai years never meeting him?

Would you meet Oikawa on your own? Could you ever be friends, instead of dancing around one another and spitting out insults whenever you can? Would you like him in another world? Value his friendship, the person he is? Would the two of you have met before or become something more?

All these unanswered questions hanging in the air and you find yourself looking at him again.

His smile looks different now, he looks different, changed. Almost breathtaking. Is that what Iwaizumi means by his ‘fake smiles’?

A honest smile looks good on him.

You find yourself smiling back.

“Hey.” He nudges your shoulder with his. “If you still want to complain about the meaningless of life and all that, be my guest. I promise I won’t listen.”

Taken aback by his wording, you give him a confused look.

“Tonight doesn’t exist, remember?”

“…Right.” You decide to lean back and lie under the stars.

Feeling a tug at the blanket after a while, you see him placing the mug down next to the tire. You hand him your thermos as he regains his composure, he complies silently and leans back when he’s done.

All there is in the air is your faint breathing now. Never matching one another, sometimes loud, sometimes ghostly. There is no rhythm, no adjusting subconsciously. Completely independent.

You take a deep breath and start.

“It feels grey most of the time. Not in a ‘there’s never two sides, everything is grey, blah blah.’ But more like a numbness of grey.”

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything, nothing to show or to indicate that he is listening. You continue talking.

“Like lacking all color and feeling in life, blocking all there is to see and enjoy and I am left with nothing but… grey.

Grey to the point of everything is filtered, there are no boundaries, it all feels the same, plays the same and I am afraid. I am afraid of hurting. Hurting myself, being hurt myself and hurting the ones around me. Not the ones I love, I don’t even know love. What is love?” You turn to look at him.

“I tried thinking about it, reading about it, understanding it on a chemical and hormonal way. Consulted mathematics and never got an answer. It feels made up, a fairy tale to feel better, to attach ourselves to one another.

I fear I came across love and didn’t notice it, I fear I brushed it off for something else and now it’s too late.”

With each pause, it gets easier to speak, harder to talk. Finding the right words, using your vocal chords, moving your tongue, writing your sentences in your mind. You don’t feel the tears gathering around your eyes or going down your cheeks. You wait for the robot title, to be called heartless and how you have a rock in your chest. They never come.

“Do you really fear of hurting him?” There’s no doubt he is talking about Iwaizumi.

“I don’t know.”

“But you care for him.”

“I don’t know.”

“Think before you answer.” He says then, voice stern.

“I think I care for him but I fear I will ruin him.”

The unspoken ‘how so?’ is in the air.

“I feel grey to the point of dust and decay. I fear everything I touch either drives away from me or decays. I don’t want to lose him. I think I care for him. But I don’t want to watch him stay by my side and crumble one by one.

I don’t want to go from grey to blue.”

“Doesn’t he make you happy? I’ve seen genuine smiles on you when you’re with him. You almost light up when he enter a room or sits beside you.”

“What’s the point of happiness if it’s dependent on one person? It is not fair to either parties.”

He starts tsking. “Too many don’ts for that age. You’ll end up with wrinkles before your thirties.”

He stops prying after that.

The air begins to grow colder, a little breeze picks up.

The stars are as cold as ever, blinking diamonds in the sky.

You swear you see the arm of Milky Way coming into motion, flowing like a stream.

For what feels like an hour, it is quiescent. You decide to break it one last time.

“Speaking of stars, you and Iwaizumi are like neutron stars. Can be found alone or orbiting one another, chasing after each other, forever together and merged at last. Both stars on your own but as captivating when together.”

The hour taking its toll on you, your senses grow duller. You can’t hear his breathing without focusing, even the stars are getting blurry.

“Then you’re like a black dwarf.” Oikawa speaks up. “Because you feel unreal most of the time.”

You both fall back into silence. You don’t ask him if he meant it as a compliment and he doesn’t answer.

You don’t need to know which way he meant, in a way, you already know the response to that.

Tonight isn’t real. It’ll cease to exist in a few hours and you let these rare moments sink in. Probably the closest you’ll ever be to Oikawa Tooru, closest see him like this. It almost feels familiar, like you’ve done this before, went on stargazing with him and opened your heart out to him. It feels like a dream, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. You chuckle at your attempt of a joke lightly.

It is serene around the two of you and in your mind. A placidity you haven’t had without the help of  a distraction in a long while.

“Thanks Tooru.”

His name falls out of your lips like you use it on the daily. Like the comforting shuffle of a worn out sweater as you put it on, the chirping of this family of birds living by your house for decades, the warm meow of your cat when you’re headed to bed. It sounds natural.

Scooting closer to him until your head rests on his chest. He just wraps his arm around you, pulling you further. Not a single word on your way of addressing him. And not a word from you on his way of holding you.

The moment will cease to exist in the morning, along with your confessions and the blinking lights of the stars. In a few hours it’ll no longer be real. So you decide to give it a shot at being close to him in all senses, share something the two of you will never have. Wrapping your arm around his torso, listening closely to his heart. Your head under his chin, his hand atop yours, you fall asleep until the sun comes.

[despaired-hcs]

May I request for Kokichi’s s/o giving him affection and love when he’s sad. Like he’s good at hiding his emotions, but s/o would piece everything that happened in the day and would come to the conclusion that he needs love, especially when most of the characters don’t treat him kindly. So she goes to him, and nonchalantly hugs his back, kiss his face for “no reason”, talk about how much he means to her, and more loving stuff to make him feel better. We stan for Kokichi having a better mentality

We stan for Kokichi having a better mentality indeed

Word count: 1194

A/N: I loved this request and maybe that’s why it got kinda big hehe. Kokichi def acts like a tsundere when it comes to intimacy, always denying his feelings and trying to push you away because he’s just so used to being alone. I wrote this like reader and Kokichi aren’t in a relationship but have something going on. I hope you like it!

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Kokichi is certain everyone hates and despise him.

He can see it in their eyes as he enters the room and everyone’s stare demand him to leave immediately, like he doesn’t belong there; He can hear it in the quiet whispers they exchange when he decides to say and force his presence into them; And, above all, he can feel it. Like an obscure shadow engulfing him as he finally walks away under the judgmental eyes of his colleagues.

Well, that’s what he wanted, right? To be the villain they needed so much. The one they’d blame and throw the rocks at when things got rough. He’s the hero covered with lies and sins, about to sacrifice himself for his fellow friends.

But, now, here he is: looking at the bubbly water in the sink of the empty kitchen like it was about to tell him a joke. Or a secret. Or just some random fact. Anything. The bubbles could tell him literally anything they wanted and he would be grateful, willing to keep the conversation forever.

Because Kokichi feels alone. He feels like suffocating during the nighttime, the quietness being too loud inside his own dark room. Kokichi learned the hard way that being alone with his own thoughts wasn’t really a good idea, especially not for so long. He thought he could do it, he thought he could do anything he wanted. He’s the Supreme Leader, after all.

But it just hurts too much.

The short boy sighs in annoyance, rolling his eyes at the stupid bubbles that couldn’t even start a conversation. He’s about to turn his back to the white sink, but the feeling of two hands slowly caressing his torso makes him freeze in the spot.

The air scapes from Kokichi’s lungs as he sees two arms gently wrapping his chest and his knees tremble at the soft squeeze that follow. He instinctively leans against the warm chest pressing his back, closing his eyes to take in the sweet sensation.

“Are you okay?” Your worried voice sends shivers down his spine and he gulps. “You have been by the sink for quite some time now.”

You speak each word with so much attention and care, it makes his heart flutter and blood rise to his pale face. Kokichi had never been so grateful for you not looking him in the eyes, otherwise he’d have to create a hundred lies to explain his flushed cheeks.

“I was making sure Gonta didn’t leave any bugs in the sugar bowl.” He quickly lies, too distracted by the feeling of your fingers brushing his abdomen to think about a better excuse.

You chuckle against his head at the obvious lie but doesn’t point it out, which he’s very thankful for. Instead, your beautiful arms hug him a little bit tighter as your lips gently kiss his left temple. “You’re so attentive.”

His purple eyes wide at the compliment and he gasps quietly in your grip, almost offended by the words. Why are you like this? He tries to ignore your kind words and open guard, but you always get him like this in the end: slowly melting in your arms, his heart beating one mile per second and his cheeks gradually turning pink. In your embrace he finds peace like nowhere else and how come you never take advantage of it? You just… comfort him without asking a question.

And it’s regrettably exciting.

Kokichi grabs both your hands and remove them from his chest to prevent you from feeling his increased heartbeats, almost regretting it the moment your touch leaves his body. How do you make this to him?

“Or maybe I was putting the bugs myself, nishishi~” He turns around to show you his devilish smirk, hoping it would be enough to make you go away.

He shouldn’t have done it. Now he can see your bright eyes curving as you smile at him, stealing his breath away once again. You seem to notice his reaction as your gaze falls to his lips slowly dropping his smirk and he curses mentally. His mind starts combining words that’ll surely make you turn his back to him.

“I trust you.” You say the moment he opens his mouth. Kokichi feels his palms sweating as he blinks at you. “And I know you don’t mean harm, you’re not like that.”

A small, tender smile adorns your gracious face as you brush one lock of his purple hair away from his eyes. “You’re important too, y’know?”

For a moment, Kokichi can’t think straight. Your eyes, your smile, the way your slender, soft finger traces the lines of his face and the closeness between you two… it’s too much. He is supposed to be hated, insulted and left alone. He’s a disgrace, a lie walking in two legs and pretending to be a person. He’s a monster.

But the press of your lips on his forehead tells him otherwise. His eyes flutter shut as your attentive hands cup his face and his trembling ones grip your waist weakly. You proceed to kiss his cheekbones with the same tenderness as before, making him sigh audible in return.

It is almost overwhelming the amount of care you manage to put in each kiss, and Kokichi wouldn’t mind drowning in it. His ego is long forgotten as you cover every inch of his face with soft kisses, your lips wet with some of the tears that escaped from between his eyelids without his consent. Nose, temples, cheeks, jawline and eyelids: your angelic lips reassure your words with each touch.

But then your mouth leaves his face and all he can feel is your tangled hands caressing his scalp just the way he likes, giving him goosebumps. Hesitantly, Kokichi opens his puffy, red eyes to you and a smirk forms on his lips at the closeness of your face. You’re looking at him, only him.

It feels amazing.

Suddenly, he isn’t afraid of you or your intimacy anymore. His boldness comes back to him and he cups your face with one hand, bringing your lips to finally touch where he wanted the most. The distance between you two is closed as his mouth covers yours in a long, soft peck. Kokichi practically purrs in satisfaction when you turn your head to one side and deepens the kiss, seeking more of him as your fingers tug some of his hair.

He sucks on your lower lip, his teeth brushing lightly against it as he pulls away to look at you again. He wants - needs - to see your reaction. A frown, tears or an insult… he is ready for any of this. But what you show him are enamored eyes and an excited smile. His heart skips a beat at the sight of it.

“Come with me?” You ask softly.

And at this moment, when Kokichi grabs your hand and allows you to take him away, he just knows: his plan didn’t work and he isn’t hated by everyone. He didn’t become the villain just yet. One person escaped from his manipulations and wrapped him around their little finger.

You never cease to unmask him, to see behind his lies. You’re always looking at him. And the worst part is that you don’t even know how much it affects him, how weak he gets when you act so affectionate towards him.That’s exactly what he fears but also loves about you.

Having someone caring and cheering for him… Kokichi may one day get used to it.

[felswritingfire]

I heard your plea for someone to ask for Macan nsfw and I'm here to deliver. Please, won't you drop all the juicy Macan NSFW swimming in that galaxy brain of yours?

“What are your Macan nsfw thoughts you horny gremlin?“

“YNW yeah. I'll take those NSFW macan relationship headcanons 👀.”

“Hi! I Hope you are doing okay and having a good time! I really loooove your writing! And i love the Macan headcanons, Could I ask for some nsfw headcanons for him, please?”

“Just because you asked how about some nsfw head cannons for Macan. Also because I love my big titty kitty“

“Hey Fel, it's the Macan requester and I'm here to say go crazy, go apeshit, give us the nsfw that was bouncing around in your brain for our favorite feral tiger boy >:)”

*Sobbing* Thank you all for allowing me to burst onto the scene with these, I love you all so much-

Also I kept the reader gender neutral so everyone can enjoy! If you desire something a bit more specific- don’t be afraid to ask~

Macan NSFW 

General headcanons

To preface this, I’m so sorry if you’re a dom, because boi is a hardcore dom through and through, there is no getting him on the bottom and there is no over powering him and even then he’d complain the whole time, so like, idk what to tell you-

But if you are a sub/switch you’re in luck because we got a hard leaning dom right here

Macan is a much more rough and dominating partner, so he might be a bit overwhelming at first, especially if it’s your first time because he’ll just flip/twist/place you in a position he likes and he doesn’t give any verbal warning when he’ll do so, the only indication you get is when his eyes narrow and his movements begin to slow down, but that’s only a split moment before he’s moving you around

This boy is STRONK so he has a preference for showing off his strength; it’s a weird primal thing for him to prove how strong he is and that he’s the most suitable mate for you

So, he’ll press you up against walls and hold you, or he’ll move you with one hand to move you up and down on his dick- it makes him really happy that he can do that

UM, I MIGHT WANT TO MENTION HERE BUT IF YOU HAVE A SIZE KINK- 👏HE’S👏GOT👏THE👏SIZE👏 

This dude is a monster: he’s got the length and the girth for you to feel the weight of it inside you as you wait for your body to accommodate the sheer size of it- also it has a very prominent vein running along the underside of it that’s pretty sensitive, just, uh, use that information as you will 👀👀

I’ve said it before, I will say it again: he bites

So I hope your a masochist/ just don’t mind getting beat up a tad

And he’s not just into biting, he’s really into just leaving any type of mark on you to signify that you his. It’s like a warning for anyone to try and come up to you and attempt to flirt with you: Try it and you die

This also puts a smile on Macan’s face when he sees them on your skin

But like, when you taught him about hickies, he was so excited and just about pounced your bones right then and there, he was like: “Fucking- I can do w h a t?????”

His favorite places to bite are your neck, tummy, and thighs (specifically your inner thighs); he knows how vulnerable these spots are on any species, so the fact that you trust him enough to mark you in those areas, because this boy bites hard to the point where he’s left some puncture/claw wounds, leaves him euphoric

That being said: he’d never purposely do anything that would leave permanent damage to you, he’d be so torn up if that happened

Really into dry humping??? He doesn’t have any defense, just that he likes how the cloth feels against him and that he likes how desperate it makes you

OH MY LORD, HE IS SO BLUNT????? LIKE, IF HE’S HORNY- HE WILL TELL YOU AND MAKE IT KNOWN

He likes,,,, to hold,,, your hand,,, as he thrusts into you- doesn’t matter what position, he will hold your hand in the softest grip

It’s crazy how much control he has over his strength

When it comes to eating you out/sucking you off, he is all for it! He gets so excited about it; he’ll straight up shove you down and go to town with no warning. AT ALL

He likes to overstimulate you, so he’ll definitely make you cum a couple of time in a row

He CAN D E E P T H R O A T, FAM-

HE CAN AND HE WILL DO IT

HE ALSO HAS THE ABILITY TO FUCK YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, NO LIE

It’s broad, but it’s long 

SHOVE YOUR FACE INTO HIS TITTIES. DO IT

He may be a dom, but he likes having his nipples played with; touching his chest in general is a sure fire way to get him riled up 

He doesn’t really moan, he growls and purrs more- you once heard him hiss because someone almost walked into the locker room where you two were getting freaky (you swear you tried to stop him- it’s just feral Macan is kinda hard to convince to chill the fuck out) and it freaked you and the guy (Pollux) the fuck out

Speaking of feral Macan: he has fucked you a totally of two times in his berserk form and both times you couldn’t walk for straight for two weeks

He felt terrible and got you whatever you wanted for those said two weeks

Um, lots of dirty talk???? Like, especially when he’s close to coming, like, he’ll start rambling about how tasty you are and how much he wants to eat you and make you part of him 

Also praises a lot too, those come out at random times

High key is into cumming inside you, he will do it with no warning either

He hates condoms so good luck trying to convince him to wear one, fam 

He has endless stamina, so he can go all night, so safe word is in order because he’ll just keep thrusting, man

HE LOVES AFTERCARE AND WILL LITER KISSES ALL OVER YOUR NOSE

HE SOFT 

HE’LL GET YOU WHATEVER YOU NEED, SOFT TIME

S O M F T

He will also groom you out of habit, but he’ll be really gentle with his licks uwu

To make a long story short: he’s a real good time if you want a rough ride and sweet aftercare