#anyway pls get back in a timely manner /silly

[8bitgarden-sys]

Op be like

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[aliidarling]

im preying on you tonight

GHOSTFACE x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary; you’re at a haunted house and have a bad experience with these annoying scare actors 🙄

warnings: blood and gore, smut, p in v, non con, rough sex, no protection, fondling, fingering, creampie, penetration, mean ghostie, size kink, intended dacryphillia

meant so you can imagine any male ghostface :)

nsfw content below !!

this time of the year was always gloomy and dark, the forest air foggy and limiting the man’s view. his mask didn’t allow him much access anyways, but all these branches hitting him in the face as he ran wasn’t the best either.

he could hear the girls loud crying from in front of him, her wheezing and low coughing. he had to hand it to her, she was managing to still run away from him with stab wounds and several scratches. some of his victims gave up immediately the second they saw his shrieked expression, but no, not this girl. he was slightly amused by it, but also annoyed.

this dumb blonde had somehow managed to drag him all the way into this forest, dirtying his robe. he swore, he could feel the splinters pricking at his skin. her screaming for help didn’t help his annoyance either.

in the distance he caught a glance of a large amusement park, the trees slowly moving out of the way and showing the night sky more clearly. the wind blew, the loud music becoming more and more clear. the girl noticed as well and started to run towards the open gate. he tsk’d under his breath, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, before continuing his sprint. he tucks his knife into his robe and looks at where the girl is headed.

straight towards a haunted house. a tall, black house with gothic exterior and cobwebs decorating the windows. he could see the led lights from the front, the large sign with all the information written down on it.

anger washed over him as the girl ran into the house through the back door, leaving her bloody trail behind her. why was his job so hard? this girl should of dropped dead minutes ago. adrenaline was a silly thing.

at the front of the haunted house, you stood gazing at the sign with an unsure expression. you had come here with friends a few hours back, all dressed up in cute little halloween outfits in celebration of the spooky holiday. but not even a hour in everyone split up and left you all alone. what a shitty friend group.

to your left you caught a glimpse of a figure running into the back of the haunted house. you frowned and took a peek, watching as a dark robe followed in after her in a hurried manner. weird.

anyways, the sign said admission fee was seven dollars. wasn’t too bad, you guessed. you hesitantly handed the employee a ten dollar bill and waltzed in.

the inside was dark with a fog machine taking up the hallways, giving it an eerie aura. the lace curtains, the dark furniture, the tall paintings of people you had never seen before— this seemed like an actual house more then a haunted one. it was all part of the gig, right?

you wandered into the kitchen, only to get jumpscared by a scare actor that was almost twice your size. he was dressed as a beast, hiding in the corner. with a scream, he pounced at you and caused you to stumble back and drop your soda all over your top. gasping for air, you looked up at him with a pissed off expression, fingers trembling.

the man stared at you for a few seconds with an unsure look, before shrugging and shuffling into the darkness once again, looking for another unsuspecting victim to scare.

“great, just great.” you mutter bitterly to yourself. you sigh tiredly and throw your empty bottle into the garbage, patting some droplets off your top.

you were dorothy for halloween, matching with the rest of your friend group. you were all fairy tale characters. …a more slutty version of them, that is. you had on a blue plaid dress that stopped at your mid thigh, red flats, with your hair styled with cute bows keeping it in messy pigtails.

your pretty blue dress was now covered in soda though, so that wasn’t the greatest. you took another minute to look around the kitchen, flinching at a spider that you realized was fake after a minute, almost slipping on some cobwebs, before shrieking when another scare actor dressed as a bloody bride came out of nowhere.

today was not your day, not in the slightest.

"AAAAH!" a sudden scream from the hallway catches your attention. you shriek and turn quickly, blinking for a moment before shuffling forward and creeping into the door that leads to the hallway. there's a blood trail on the floor that leads to the staircase. that must mean the haunted house wants you to follow it, right? is this one of those haunted houses that has a specific pathway so you can experience every part? probably.

"mmmm, okay." you say to yourself, shrugging and following it up the stairs. it's slippery. you cringe and reluctantly look around the upstairs. scary music plays obnoxiously loud in the background, the lights flickering to give a mysterious feeling and a creepy edge. it's working. working too well.

a door slams to your left and you flinch, looking in that direction immediately. you see the same black robe flash in the distance, the same robe you've seen already. what a committed scare actor. was he targeting you? or were you just witnessing him scaring his other victims?

"SOMEONE! HELP ME!" a girly shriek resonates from said room. you blink dumbly for a moment, looking at the other doors that have cobwebs and poorly drawn blood platters on them, some doors having signs on them. one sign said “danger ahead!” and another said “beware of ghosts!”.

after a moment of thinking you slowly walked down the hallway into the dark room, looking around in surprise. it was a media room that was completely wrecked. the couch had its fabric ripped with stab marks all over it, blood marks, and some stuffing spilling out of it. the table was thrown onto its side with the glass vase shattered.

at the end of a room was a large door with decor hanging off it. you stepped forward and opened it slowly, blinking in surprise as you were immediately met with a reflection of yourself. your lips parted in awe as you realized it was a mirror maze. what creeped you out was the bloody hand marks on the mirrors. this haunted house was very realistic. you didn’t like it.

you walked forward, only to immediately head butt into a mirror. you blinked rapidly in shock and looked around, patting your surroundings and trying to find the pathway to the exit. another long minute passes as you pat the wall, letting it lead you deeper and deeper into the maze.

someway through your little adventure someone suddenly rams into you, making you shriek and give the mirror in front of you another headbutt. she gasps and curls into you, tugging at your clothing and crying out annoyingly loud.

"okay buddy, i don't think scare actors are supposed to get physical-" you grumble, swatting at her clammy hands. she cries and cries, blood all over her clothing and her face covered in tears.

"please! please! h-he's chasing me a-and i-i"m so s-scared and i don't want to d-die—" her voice cracks a dozen times as she sobs into your chest, pulling you closer and closer until you both are pressed together like lovers. you squirm in discomfort, not liking how personal she was getting. you were pretty sure scare actors weren't supposed to cross boundaries like this.

"okay, please get off me." you hiss sharply, gently pushing her away. she sobs more and shakes her head, silently begging you to listen to her. she can barely utter out any words, limping in pain with several stab wounds under her clothing.

she pales as she looks behind you. you turn hesitantly, not wanting to turn your back to this crazy lady. you see the reflection of a shrieked mask, making you flinch and hug the girl in your arms.

“okay, uhm, you guys are very good at your job—“ you chuckle nervously, hugging the girl tightly. she was shorter then you, her head tucked into your chest. she was trembling so much. you frowned.

“are you.. okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“he STABBED me!” she shrieks, aggressively tugging at your hands and showing you her stomach. right there laid a gigantic bloody wound, blood dripping down onto her skirt. your face paled even more and you stood there like an idiot, face to face with this girl who had a gigantic stab mark.

“o-okay— okay— let’s get, let’s get out of here? okay? you’re safe with me,” you shush her gently, helping her walk as you hurriedly pull her alongside you. you lead her to the entrance of the maze, backtracking your pathway. you mostly just followed the bloody hand marks from earlier, though.

the next few minutes is a blur. you’re helping her down the stairs, she’s crying and hyperventilating, you’re freaking out because the blood is looking too real and the creepy music in the background isn’t helping. your heart is pounding and you don’t know what to do.

as you help her down the stairs, she grasps onto your shirt with a terrified look, tugging you. “h-he’s following us!” she screeches. you blink at her for a moment, frowning in fear and not looking where you’re stepping. you open your mouth to respond to her, only to step on air. you send the both of you stumbling down, a scream leaving her as the hard wood digs into her wounds.

you gasp sharply, squinting your eyes to clear your blurry vision. you turn to your side to check on the terrified blonde, only to gape in shock at the sight of her limp on the floor. her eyes are lazily fluttering open and shut, the blood from her gut spilling out. the impact had made her wound deeper and probably set her on the waiting list for the afterlife. and it was all your fault.

“h-hey— hey- hey—“ you choke out, getting up and hurrying to her, patting her face and trying to get her to respond. your hands are full of blood as you inhale deeply, your heart about to jump out of your chest. she looks up at you with all the strength she has, lips moving weakly.

"b..behind you." she whispers.

your heart stops. you blink down at her pale face and slowly peek over your shoulder. down the hall is a tall man in a robe, a white glowing mask on his head. the fog surrounds him as he tilts his head at you, silently watching. you couldn’t see his eyes but goosebumps immediately spread all over your body, making you squirm in discomfort. he didn’t look like a scare actor. no, he looked like the black blur you’ve been seeing all day.

his hunting knife was covered in blood, and that was all you needed to know before you broke out into a sprint in the opposite direction of him. the hallways were closing in on you as you rushed down towards the back door, the screams of the girl echoing throughout the house. you could hear the knife slashing at her, making your eyes water in fear.

you didn’t want to die. no, you were too young! too pretty, too kind, too— you hadn’t even graduated yet. you still wanted to earn your bachelor's, go out on more dates, and get more friends. but no, you couldn’t anymore, because you were about to get butchered by some psycho in a halloween costume.

your sweaty hands pulled and tugged at the door handle, blinking away the tears. you sniffled, your heart somehow dropping further down into your stomach as the door didn’t budge.

“awww, no no sweetie, you’re stuck in here with me. they already shut down the entire park.” you hear his menacing voice coo from behind you. it was dark and deep, a mockingly soothing tone. maybe it would of lulled you to sleep in any other situation. it sends shivers down your spine and a hiccup leaves your throat.

“who are you? why are you doing this?” you mumble hesitantly, your voice small in the gigantic house. he tsk’s at you, waving his knife in a wagging motion at you.

“no, you don’t get to ask questions, sweetheart. you’re a dumb little bitch who got involved in things that didn’t concern her.” he growls darkly, stepping closer and closer. you back to your left and rush behind the couch, shaking. he laughs at your pathetic attempt at getting something in between you two.

“why would you kill her?! is this some sick prank?!” you snap, some tears streaming down your face as he simply shrugs. shrugs.

“what the fuck.” you whisper at him, the sight of her blood all over him making you sick to your stomach. as if you could drop to your knees and vomit. you might, actually.

before you can react, he jumps over the couch and grabs you. you scream as he shoves you face first into the couch, quickly straddling your body. you thrash underneath him, sobbing and shaking your head, letting out incoherent mess of please don’t kill me and i’ll do anything. he’s slightly annoyed by how loud you are. should be cut your vocal records so you don’t gain attention? but then again, no one is near by. no one to hear your pretty screams except him.

his heavy knife glides alongside your spine, his hand only applying light pressure. you hear the sound of your dress getting ripped and more tears slip, your lips quivering as you squeeze your eyes shut. you shiver as the cold air brushes against your back, the back of your bra being revealed to him. what a day to wear your favorite set, right?

“look at you, dressed like a god damn slut. you wanted this, didn’t you?” he hissed, hooking one of his fingers underneath the clasp and snapping it against your skin. he chuckled lightly at your girly squeak. your hands squirm some more and he huffs in annoyance, grabbing them and shoving them above your head.

“keep them right there, got it? you move them and i’ll cut your wrists open, stupid girl.” he bonks the back of your head hard. you yelp and nod, shaking as you hold your hands together tightly above your head just as he asked. more soft cries leave you as he pulls the back of your dress further apart, goosebumps all over your porcelain skin.

“why are you doing this?” you force the words out of your throat, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. it might be blood.

“because i can.” he hums simply, running his fingers down your spine. his hands unclasp your bra and slip it off your body, and you squirm as your nipples press against the scratchy fabric of your dress. you quietly mewl into the couch.

“you don’t need to do this. i-i have money— not much, but i have some,” you beg desperately, trembling as his large body presses you more into the cushion. you felt like you were getting suffocated. you were so overwhelmed and scared, covered in blood and getting stripped down by the reason.

“you think i need your money?” he scoffs, shoving his hands uder your chest and groping your breasts. you squeal hard as he meanly fondles and squeezes them, his large hands covering a lot. his fingers pinch your nipples, causing you to whine loudly into the couch. you can’t help that they harden right away, your body becoming more sensitive to his touch. moans start to slip from your throat as you feel his knee lodge itself between your thighs.

he roughly grinds his jeans fabric against your panties, your skirt lifted and showing the lewd sight of the thin fabric sticking to your messy cunt. the denim material of his jeans is rough and hard, applying a good enough amount of friction to lubricate you further.

little moans leave you involuntarily, trying your best to muffle them by biting down on your bottom lip. your thighs squirm and attempt to close, but it only ends up trapping the man’s knee against your pussy. more rubbing has you crying and moaning, subtly grinding your pussy back onto him. he, of course, notices and swats the back of your head again, your moans stuttering.

“look at you, getting off on this shit.” he whispers into your ear, leaning down so his chest is against your back, his mask is pressing against your head. his hands don’t stop their assault on your breasts, marking them up with hard pinches and twisting your nipples until you're begging him to let go. “i didn’t expect you to be such a down bad slut.” he sneers.

“s-shut up..” you sniffle, your voice muffled and your body covered entirely by his robe. if someone walked in they’d see a small girl getting completely smothered by some dude in a halloween costume. this couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

"s-shut up." he mocks in a high-pitched voice, giving an extra harsh twist to your nipple. he gets harder at the sound of your pained cry. he smiles creepily under the mask as he presses his large hand to your panties, rubbing your clit through the thin soaked material. your body squirms at the feeling of having your sensitive core played with, rubbing your wet face against the cushion in a weak attempt to wipe your tears.

"dont touch me— no, not there- stop!" you gasp desperately, whimpering into the cold air as he keeps rubbing your clit and touching you right where it feels so good. the savory sensation had your lips parting subconsciously and your thighs inching away from each other. you're ashamed of the way you're enjoying this, how you're begging in your head for him to slide his fingers nice and deep.

"i can feel how wet you are, damn. you must really want me to ruin this little cunt of yours, huh? gonna beg?" he sniggered, sliding his fingers underneath and letting the small brush of his middle and ring finger against your hole be all you feel. his eyes are burning through the back of your head, inhaling each movement and sound you make, analyzing your reactions and how you take his touch.

"m'not gonna beg. i'll gonna beg for you to get your dirty ass hands off me—" you're interrupted by him sliding his two fingers deep inside you, immediately curling them painfully into your g-spot. the pleasure takes you so off guard you let out a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips in surprise. his free hand comes down on your waist, holding you down into the couch as he fingers your pussy open roughly.

"what was that?" he hums, pushing them impossibly deeper, scraping the rough fabric of his gloves against your walls and making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" he said in a sick tone. he was having so much fun, it's not everyday he gets to fuck his victims. most of the time they're too annoying and he finds himself hating their guts personally after hearing the colorful words they call him.

more little moans leave you as he makes scissoring motions, his grip on your waist bruising and making you hiss softly in pain. his fingers are large and taking up all the space inside you, making you feel so full and satisfied. it felt so good, so good that you were sick to your stomach at how much you were enjoying it. you could feel her blood coating your skin, making you gag softly on your moans as he kept going.

soon enough, you bite back your loud moan as your body cums all over his fingers, coating his gloves in your essence. he rubs the sticky fluid between his fingers with a chuckle of amusement, watching as the blood and cum mix together.

“you’re a filthy slut, you know that? ive killed soooo many people,” he starts, humming softly as he pushes the bottom of his robe aside to unbutton his flip, revealing his dark boxers. the large bulge is visible as you peer over your shoulder with a heavy breath.

“separated families,” he continues, talking in an innocent voice as his hands grasp at his cock. his top springs against his lower abdomen, nice and big with a thick base. you gulp nervously. “ruined lives—“ he coo’s sickeningly sweet.

“and now i’m gonna ruin yours.” he grabs your hips, position his tip against your hole. he gives you barely a second to process his words before he slams himself deep inside you, causing you to shriek and press your face down into the couch.

“a-ah~ s-stop.. wrong..” you blabber cluelessly, your brain all soapy and spilling out of your ears. your body felt weak and limp, giving into his touch as he gave a few shallow thrusts, your moans giving him more encouragement.

“wrong?” he mocks, one hand grabbing your hair roughly to pull at it. you shriek at the harsh tug, your head forced back as he starts to rock his hips at a mean pace. “for someone who hates this, you’re awfully wet and compliant.”

you feel his hard denim slap against your butt each time he sends a punishing thrust into your pussy, more moans streaming out of you. your eyes are fluttering shut as he batters your insides, mouth agape with drool forming at the edge. the sight was slutty— a young girl with her dress all ripped up and her skirt lifted getting fucked by halloween enthusiast.

“feels so good,” you hiccup, sniffling your fat tears as your doe eyes tried their best to stay open, squinting through the tears. your breasts bounce and sway, bubble butt jiggling at his thrusting. he wasn’t letting back on you, not at all.

“you want me to make you cum, sweetheart? hmmm? you want these hands that’s stabbed dozens of people to rub that tiny clit of yours?”

“please.” you say in such a pathetic tone that he can’t help but obey, his hand on your hair letting go to reach under you and gently tap your clit, his pace not stopping for a split second.

“this right here?” he pinches. you whimper and nod, shaking. he snickers and rubs figure eights into your bud, the immediate reaction of your body tightening up on him making him hiss sharply.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, girl. tight ass pussy, huh?” he gives your butt a hard smack. you whine at the impact, cock drunk and not processing a single thing anymore. he focuses on making you climax and grabs your hip tightly, holding you still as he starts shoving his cock as deep as it can go.

your noises grow more high pitched, letting him know he was on the right path. he can feel himself grow harder and more stiff, about to be pushed over the edge. incoherent curses and grunts leave him as he tenses up behind you, still rubbing your clit hard as his cock explodes inside you. his cum paints your walls white, groaning as he fucks you harder.

he feels you clamp down and release as well, a loud sigh leaving you as your body goes limp, your ass being held up by him being the only thing not flat against the couch. the second he lets go of your hips, it drops onto the couch. you groan weakly, cum all over your thighs and dripping down onto the couch.

he stares at your ruined form a few seconds, debating on wether he should stab you now and make a run for it. but then he remembers his dna is currently painting your insides and he sighs. he wipes some of the cum off your leg and fingers it back into you, your caught off guard squeal giving him some motivation to keep you alive.

“shut it.” he jabs the last of the cum into you before parting, patting your butt and smoothing your skirt back down. he glances at your purse that was hanging off the side of the couch, thrown off you at some point, and grabs it. he finds your wallet inside and peeks at your id, blinking at your name. he makes sure you’re not looking(you’re too busy being half conscious face down) and takes a quick photo of your address and number as well as your pretty body under him.

pulling away, he makes sure to tell you one last thing. he roughly grabs your hair and yanks it back, awakening you immediately from your daydreams. you shriek and blink terrified at his bloody mask, eyes blinking widely in shock.

“tell anyone about this and i’ll kill your entire family and force you to watch.” he then proceeds to list your entire name and address, making you gape at him like a dumb puppy, clueless on how he had this information.

“y-yes- yes!” you nod, sniffling with your watery eyes. he gives a condescending pat on the cheek before disappearing down the hall as if this never happened. you lay there on the couch confused before hesitantly getting up and shivering as cold air brushes against the back of your ripped dress.

“uhmmmm….. hello..?” you call out awkwardly to the hall. you peek and see him standing over the blondes dead body, about to grab her by her ankles to assumingely drag out the back door. he stops to stare at you wordlessly.

you frown and motion to your ripped dress. his reaction takes a few seconds to happen but he eventually grabs the hoodie off the dead girl and throws it at you aggressively. you jump and catch it, cringing at the blood and stench. you fucked a murderer and now you have to deal with the consequences.

“thanks.” you choke out before running out the back door. he rolls his eyes at you before continuing to drag the dead body out.

it had been a few days since the incident. he had been haunting your thoughts, making you wonder what the hell was wrong with you to let yourself get fucked by a serial killer.

you had decided to search him up and attempt to find out who he was. all you found out was that there were killings in the near by towns that all linked the one name— ghostface.

you sat on your couch with your feet up on your. coffee table, laptop open on your lap with a dozen tabs open. each tab was a different articles about him, some about his killings, other about the mysterious surrounding his identity. no one had a real idea on who he was or what his motive was— only that he was a force to be reckoned with.

your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar name being said on the tv. you look up and your heart drops as you see her blonde hair and bright blue eyes stare at you from across the room. there she was— on the tv, smiling innocently. her full name was below the photo of her sitting with her friends and her age.

rebecca garcia

age 19

found dead behind halloween horror nights amusement park, her body cut up and put in several bags. she was stabbed repeatedly in the stomach before eventually dying by the hands of the local serial killer, ghostface.

your stomach turned inside out as you maintained eye contact with the photo of the happy girl. the news reporter shared how the town would be on high alert the next few weeks, alerting us of keeping our doors locked and keeping your eyes out for any suspicious behavior. the report ended with a god bless apology to families.

the silence that followed after was deafening, your heartbeat being the only thing you could hear. your palms felt too clammy and the couch was too rough, your clothes pricking at your skin and your eyes welling up with tears. everything felt too real and too close.

the sound of your phone ringing broke the silence, making you flinch. you peered over, blinking through the tears as your shaky fingers picked up your phone and brought it to your eyes.

you frowned in confusion at the unknown number, sighing gently before picking it up and bringing it to your ear. before you could open your mouth, the voice of your nightmares spoke.

“what’s your favorite scary movie, doll?”

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ come here; you can meet me in the back

bestfriend!leon kennedy x fem!reader smut

warnings: 2.6k words, use of pet names (baby, pretty boy/girl) curse words, reader has ponytail length hair, pwp, unprotected sex, oral (m), cumming in mouth (m in f), fingering (f), p in v, pictures and recording, light choking (f), light spanking (f), small overstimulation (f), hair pulling (m + f)

masterlists , part 1

Leon eagerly knocked on your door, waiting impatiently for you to answer. His mind raced and part of him thought he dreamt the whole Facetime. Thinking that he might just be having a sick fantasy as he put his shirt and shoes on, as he got in his car, and especially as he was at your front door. He knocked again, even though only seconds had passed since he knocked the first time. His phone vibrated in his pajama pants pocket and he quickly pulled it out, relieved to see it was you who had texted him. 

its unlocked

hurry up

pls :)

He laughed softly at your last text message, finding it cute that you still cared about your manners at a time like this. he quickly turned the doorknob, honestly a little surprised that it was actually unlocked. "That's not safe." He thought to himself as he shut the door behind him. Despite his disapproval of leaving the door unlocked he didn't make any effort to try to lock it. He didn't even look to make sure the door was fully closed as he took off his shoes, leaving them by the front door, and beelining straight for your bedroom.

As he reached your closed bedroom door he feels himself getting nervous. Before, being with you on the phone, was so pleasurable, would he even be able to handle anything you might try in person? He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door, the wood hurting his knuckles slightly from how hard he knocked. "Come in." You didn't have to tell him twice. 

As walked into the room he was met with the sight of you kneeling on your bed, your panties messily sitting at your hips, and an oversized t-shirt that looked an awful lot like it was his. You had a habit of doing that, stealing Leon's clothes and wearing them around your house with nothing but a lacey pair of underwear on when he was over. Now that he thinks about it, you might've been doing it on purpose. 

He didn't really know what to do or how to start but he walked over to you anyway, shutting the door behind him. "Hey." You whispered softly and as he got closer he could see the blush that stained your cheeks. "Hey." He smiled at you, using the same volume you did. It was silent as sat on your bed. He can't remember a time when he wanted to fuck you so badly. 

There were a few times he thought about it. Once when you dragged him into Victoria's Secret to find some new bras and you had the audacity to try them on and then show him. He had never gotten so red in the face and he's never gotten that hard at the sight of you. Another time when you visited him at work, choosing a very short skirt for the occasion. All the officers making lewd jokes and comments and he knew you could hear them but you didn't seem to mind, simply sitting on his lap to shut the men up. 

 "Can I kiss you?" He asked sincerely which almost made you laugh. After the events of the Facetime call, asking something like that seemed just a little silly. His hand was rubbing soft circles on your thigh as you nodded. He quickly filled the space between the two of you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hand made its way into his hair, pulling at the dirty blond strands. 

His hand that wasn't on your thigh was rested on the small of your back, gently laying you down on the bed. He laid between your legs, his hand traveling to the back of your thigh. The kiss was sloppy, your teeth clashing together, full of need. "Take this off." You breathed out between kisses as you tugged on his shirt. 

He lifted the shirt over his head, quickly returning to the kiss. He could feel himself growing hard under his pants and he silently cursed himself for not being able to hold off longer. "Can I... Can I ride you?" You broke the kiss to say and Leon's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Y-Yeah, yeah, of course." He was shocked you were so forward, even more, shocked that you were just as impatient as he was. 

He got off of you, sitting against your headboard as you crawled on top of him. "Fuck." He swore under his breath as you brushed yourself over his hardening cock. You lowered your lips, to his collarbones, kissing, biting, and leaving marks as Leon brought his hands up to rest on your hips, toying with the waistband of your underwear. 

"Fuck, baby." He softly groaned and he could feel the smirk on your face as you trailed your kisses up to his neck and eventually his lips. He was eager, so very eager to feel your pussy around his cock and it showed. His hips bucked up at every slight movement you made. "Someone's impatient." You tease but he doesn't find it very amusing. "I can't imagine why." He whispers as he snaps the waistband of your underwear, making you gasp as the slight sting of pain.  

"Okay, okay. I get it." You laugh softly, done with your teasing antics for now. To make up for it, you take your (his) shirt off, letting it drop on the bed. Leon can't help but gawk at your chest. You weren't wearing a bra or an undershirt or anything, you were just fully on display for him. "Eyes up here, Leon." You bit your lip as you noticed him staring, it slightly turning you on.

"Sorry, you're just.. they're just really nice." He says with a blush on his face, obviously referring to your tits. You can't help but blush yourself as you hear the words come out of his mouth. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat. He's thought about what you would look like, naked, sitting atop him but, fuck, his imagination had nothing on the real thing. 

"Thanks. I grew them myself." He stares at you for a second before laughing, you following in pursuit. "You're so dumb." He laughs as one of his hands goes from your hip to your ass, kneading your ass cheek slowly before delivering a light smack to it. "Do that again." You whisper and who the hell would he be to not comply? He delivers another smack, a little harder than the first and you can't help the small moan that emits from your lips. 

"God, look at you." He whispers as he goes back to kneading your ass cheek, soothing any stinging he might have caused. You can't wait any longer, growing impatient you go to pull your panties off before Leon stops you. "Leave them on." It's not that he doesn't want to see your cunt, or how wet it got for him, but he loves the idea of fucking your panties on with the rest of your clothes discarded. 

You nodded, agreeing to his request, but you're still impatient. You still want more. He can see the lust in your blown-out pupils and the desperation in your face. You tried your best to let him move at his own pace, but you couldn't help the whine of desperation you let out. He quickly shuffles his pants off and you were relieved to find out he wasn't wearing any boxers. 

His tip was red and leaking with precum. He looked big over the phone but, fuck, he looked even bigger in person. He pushed your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers over your clit. He looked focused as he slid his fingers into your entrance, fucking you with his fingers. His fingers feel so much better than yours did, filling you up so well.

"Oh, fuck, Leon." He looked up at you, his cock twitching as you moan his name. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad." He keeps his voice low, watching in awe as you start grinding on his fingers. "Then do it." He wastes no time removing his fingers from your cunt and lining up his dick with your entrance. "Ready?" He asked with a sincere voice. He'd stop right now if you wanted him to despite how much he wanted this.

"Ready." You whisper and slowly sink down onto Leon, the both of you moaning at the contact. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." Leon whines as he closes his eyes, taking a sharp breath before opening his eyes and watching as you start riding him. It's slow at first, the both of you adjusting. You gradually get faster, your moans growing louder as you do. 

"Shit, you look so good riding me." He was utterly enamored by you, watching as his cock went in and out, being covered with more of your slick with each thrust. "Just like that, baby." His whole body felt like it was in ecstasy, his hands on your hips, guiding you ever so slightly. "You feel so good, Leon." Your hands rested on his toned abs, he was such a sight for sore eyes. 

The room filled with moans, the bed creaking beneath the both of you. Leon's hands slid up your hips, to your waist, down your arms, and stopping at your hands, taking your hands in his. Your bodies were warm, getting clammier as the night went on. "I'm close." You whined, unable to form a coherent thought besides the thought of Leon.  

You rested your head in the crook of Leon's neck, tiredly kissing and biting anywhere you could reach as you continued to ride him. You could feel one of his hands leave your hip and reach for something, assuming there was something in his pocket he wanted. He gently pushed you away from his neck, making you sit upright on his cock. You could now see the object he grabbed, his phone in his hand with the camera app open. 

"Do you mind if I take pictures?" He asked sheepishly. You nodded, your pussy throbbing at the idea of Leon having photos of this for him to look back on any time he wanted. He smiled as he left a quick kiss on your jaw as a thank you and he moved the phone, positioning it so the camera was in front of where his dick was pushing up into you, snapping a few pictures at different angles.

You take the phone from his hands and he looks at you, afraid he crossed some unspoken boundary. You don't say anything as you change the setting on the camera, picking the video option. You press record and place the phone against some random item that resided on your dresser, which was right next to your bed, the camera capturing every movement you both made even in the dim light. 

You sped up your movements riding him faster than before but his eyes were stuck on the phone, watching how you rode him through the reflective lens. "Look at me, pretty boy." You gently placed your hand on his chin and turned his face so he was looking at you now. "Holy fucking Christ." He sighed out, he was incredibly turned on knowing everything the two of you were doing in this very moment was being documented and perhaps the idea of someone finding the video on Leon's phone was exciting.

He was suddenly feeling bolder, maybe it was the fact he was being recorded or maybe it was how tight you were squeezing your pussy around him. He reached his hand up to your neck, gently putting pressure around it as he pulled you down to kiss you. It honestly surprised you. Sure, Leon was a cop, and he had to be rough sometimes but for the most part, when he was with people he cared about he was always gentle and careful as if everyone in his life was made of glass.  

Your moans got whinier as you got closer and closer to your climax. You redirected the hand that Leon had on your throat to your swollen clit, silently begging for him to help you. He got the hint, rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit with his thumb. "Stop teasing." You pouted. "Sorry," He laughed softly as he sped up his movements. "Can't help myself." He compassionately smiles at you, and he's just too cute to stay mad at.

You gasp as you feel yourself come undone. Your hips stuttered and your nails dig into Leon's shoulder. His hand that rested on your hip helped you keep your pace as his other hand continued to rub your clit, probably overstimulating you but he didn't care. He was close too, his cock twitching as your cunt spasmed around him. Your mind was turned to mush, only being able to whine and moan Leon's name as you came. 

"Oh fuck." Leon sucked in a breath, the sight of you and his orgasm nearing being the cause. You slowly lift yourself off Leon and he gently rubs your hip as you get yourself together. Before he could even get the chance to ask if you were alright, you were taking his cock in your hand. He looked at you curiously as watched you take your hair in your other hand, making a makeshift ponytail. Without warning, you take Leon's dick in your mouth. 

"Oh, shit, shit. Baby, what are you doing?" He groaned as he threw his head back with a moan. Feeling your pussy around him was one thing, but your mouth? He wasn't ready for that. "Oh, fuck, fuck." He was much more vocal now and if you had to bet on it, you'd say he was enjoying this more than he was before. His hand tangled itself in your hair, taking over the job of holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail so you could use your hand as support. 

"Oh, pretty girl, please don't stop." He pulled on your hair as you licked up the side of his dick. He was embarrassed knowing him being this desperate was on camera but he'd be a fool to tell you to stop. "I'm gonna cum." He whined as he bucked his hips up, hitting the back of your throat, and making you gag. "Shit, shit, fuck. I'm sorry." He apologized but he didn't mean it and you couldn't blame him. 

You could feel his cum fill your mouth, coating the walls of your mouth with a pearly white color. You continue to bob your head on his cock, milking him as much as you can before he pulled you off of him. He watched carefully as you showed the camera the white liquid in your mouth before swallowing it and sticking your tongue back out as proof. 

Leon's breath was heavy as he leaned forward, pressing kisses to your chest. "That was so fucking good. Holy shit." You can't recall a time when you've heard Leon curse so much. "Yeah, really fucking good." You reached over to the dresser and grabbed the phone, stopping the record and switching the setting back to photos. Leon hums in question as he sees you do this. 

You point the camera at him and take a few pictures, some of the hickeys and bite marks on his neck and collar bones, some of the scratches your nails left on his shoulder, and some of his sleepy face and messy hair. "What are you doing?" He's so fucked out by now, honestly too tired to even care if he gets an answer for his question. "Getting proof that I got to make a mess of you." You smile innocently and Leon can't but smile back as he sleepily kisses you again. 

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[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

Ohhh I'm curious what kind of "might be the end times" N/J are living in? And how did that relationship weight happen/when did they individually notice it happening?

they are living in the “we’re nearing the final prediction of an apocalypse theory that has accurately predicted a bunch of other stuff so far” kind of end times! it’s alt-2016 and there are weird signals coming in from space and nobody really knows what’s going on but given the apocalypse theory … it probably isn’t good! N is kind of resigned to it, like, whatever happens happens. if the world ends he’s off the hook for student loans. J is having a much more difficult time with it. he is very much in the camp of “how am I supposed to keep doing my silly little job and my silly little tasks when the WORLD might be ENDING?” he is also learning that he has an anxiety disorder but that’s a different story.

(not that it’s abnormal to be anxious when all manner of apocalyptic bullshit is going on! I myself am anxious All The Time! but he’s realizing as all this stuff is happening that perhaps his massive uncontrollable spirals about it are not … normal?? I honestly think he might eat about that too but rn we are focusing on the happy stuff!!)

but anyway, N and J have been together for 2-3 years at this point. J was a little chubby when they got together, but he also wasn’t much for cooking so a lot of times in the pre-N era he would just make himself a packet of ramen and call it a day. but once he and N move in together, there is So Much Food all the time. N isn’t just making something for dinner, he’s making an entree and sides and bread and dessert and he’s making a little cheese plate for J to snack on while he finishes up work or watches N cook. N also buys a lot of snacks and J is the kind of person who will just eat if there’s food around whether he’s hungry or not, so it, uh, doesn’t take long.

putting the rest under a cut as it got … long … but pls feel free to ask more oc questions!!

J is a very empirical evidence kind of guy so when his pants start getting harder to button and his waistbands start folding under his belly and his shirts start getting tight around his upper arms, he starts paying attention. it’s not a huge shock given how much he’s been eating, but he’s still kind of surprised by how fast his jeans go from “a little snug but wearable” to “I have to unbutton these if I want to sit comfortably at my desk.” (never mind the always-surprising “even my sweats are getting tight now?”) so he finally takes stock and is like, “welp, time to size up!” bc there is no way he’s giving up or cutting back on N’s cooking. could he exercise? sure. is he realistically gonna get up at 5am to accompany N on his morning run? absolutely not. he’ll just buy new clothes.

N notices that J is putting on weight first though. he’s been on the lookout since the first time he cooked dinner for J and J ate three helpings and was like, “oh man, I’m going to get so fat if you cook like this all the time.” to which N was like, “... that’s … fine!” while internally combusting. he enjoys cooking and baking for the actual activity, but he also likes having an excuse to shower people with food for … reasons. when they first started dating he was very “oh no 😇 I accidentally 😇 made 4 dozen cookies 😇 whatever will i do with them 😇?” he notices first that J’s belly is starting to press against his t-shirt and that he can see a couple stretch marks beginning to bloom down his sides. N is taller so he doesn’t have many excuses to ask J to get stuff off high shelves but J likes to do big stretches after a long day of hunching over in his desk chair, so N gets some good looks at how his stomach is starting to shelf over his waistbands. little by little he watches J’s belly button indent emerge beneath his t-shirts. J gains enough in his hips and thighs that N can tell he’s filling out their kitchen chairs a little more. the backs of his thighs are starting to dimple and his upper arms are getting so perfectly, squeezably chubby and it’s taking everything he’s got not to get too handsy and give himself away. he wants to FEEL IT! he wants to EXPLORE! especially since the bulk of J’s gain is from food HE COOKED. he wants the hands-on experience of how much he’s helped J overindulge!

he grinds his teeth and tries to be normal about it until J brings it up, which sort of backfires but also sort of works out because J has his own theories that N likes it and starts making offhanded comments about his gut getting bigger and “maybe I should start hitting the gym” to smoke him out. (J is a queer computer nerd who almost certainly had a traumatic time in middle school PE, he is not going to the gym.) N comes clean and J is very chill with it. he’s gonna keep enjoying N’s food anyway, he might as well have fun teasing him while he does it! he gets a lot of mileage out of it. ate too much at a work function? he can tease N by telling him how much he ate while getting a belly rub and “forgetting” to stifle his burps. got weighed at a doctor’s appointment? he’s gonna whisper that number into N’s ear while they’re making out later. out of breath bc the work elevator is broken and he had to take the stairs? might as well leave N a voicemail so he can hear how out of shape he is. tipsy after drinks with his coworkers? the only cure is cuddling with N and asking him to feed him the pizza J impulse-ordered on his way home. had a big meal and now all of his pants are a little too tight on his belly? time to sprawl on the couch and let his belly hang out unencumbered while he groans and whines about how he knew he was overdoing it, but it was too good to stop. helping N in the kitchen? his belly’s so heavy, guess he’ll have to just rest it on the countertop. none of it is kinky for him but he’s having a GREAT time nonetheless. turning N on is the real reward. (N is in feedist hell but also feedist heaven. never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for a boyfriend who’s not only cool about his kinks, but is also so enthusiastic about indulging them.)

J puts on 60-70 pounds over the course of their first year together — the first half go on pretty quickly and the second half more gradually — and retires his outgrown t-shirts to wear around the house for N to appreciate. he plateaus around there for the most part but slowly gains a little more as their relationship progresses, and he always gets a little heavier around the holidays while N tests out recipes and bakes a metric fuckload of cookies for everyone they know. at family gatherings J tells everyone who makes a comment about his weight or aims a pointed look at his belly that N is such a great cook and is keeping him so well-fed and gives his belly a little pat or a jiggle. it gives N the vapors. (later J shows him some pictures from college and casually drops that he’s gained almost a hundred pounds since then. N is going to think about that for a LONG time.)

he grinds his teeth and tries to be normal about it until J brings it up, which sort of backfires but also sort of works out because J has his own theories that N likes it and starts making offhanded comments about his gut getting bigger and “maybe I should start hitting the gym” to smoke him out. (J is a queer computer nerd who almost certainly had a traumatic time in middle school PE, he is not going to the gym.) N comes clean and J is very chill with it. he’s gonna keep enjoying N’s food anyway, he might as well have fun teasing him while he does it! he gets a lot of mileage out of it. ate too much at a work function? he can tease N by telling him how much he ate while getting a belly rub and “forgetting” to stifle his burps. got weighed at a doctor’s appointment? he’s gonna whisper that number into N’s ear while they’re making out later. out of breath bc the work elevator is broken and he had to take the stairs? might as well leave N a voicemail so he can hear how out of shape he is. tipsy after drinks with his coworkers? the only cure is cuddling with N and asking him to feed him the pizza J impulse-ordered on his way home. had a big meal and now all of his pants are a little too tight on his belly? time to sprawl on the couch and let his belly hang out unencumbered while he groans and whines about how he knew he was overdoing it, but it was too good to stop. helping N in the kitchen? his belly’s so heavy, guess he’ll have to just rest it on the countertop. it isn’t kinky for him but he’s having a GREAT time nonetheless. turning N on is the real reward. (N is in feedist hell but also feedist heaven. never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for a boyfriend who’s not only cool about his kinks, but is also so enthusiastic about indulging them.)

J puts on 60-70 pounds over the course of their first year together — the first half go on pretty quickly and the second half more gradually — and retires his outgrown t-shirts to wear around the house for N to appreciate. he plateaus around there for the most part but slowly gains a little more as their relationship progresses, and he always gets a little heavier around the holidays while N tests out recipes and bakes a metric fuckload of cookies for everyone they know. at family gatherings J tells everyone who makes a comment about his weight or aims a pointed look at his belly that N is such a great cook and is keeping him so well-fed and gives his belly a little pat or a jiggle. it gives N the vapors. (later J shows him some pictures from college and casually drops that he’s gained almost a hundred pounds since then. N is going to think about that for a LONG time.)

[dilucsfav]

diluc x f!reader (smut)

hi guys welcome back to my page where you realize how much of a whore i am for this beautiful man (pls pls guys I promise i’ll make more characters just give me time i have crippling writers block)

anyways yesyes so diluc. i wanted to make an actual fic instead of just hcs because im a decent writer i think and i can halfway use grammar- anyways yes smut for horny hoes enjoy

!warning(s): sadistic(?) diluc, teasing, hair pulling, marking, semi-clothed sex, rough sex, dirty talk, nsfw 18+, diluc is horny and mean :(, idk what else i missed

The tall man adjusted his gloves, sighing after wiping his forehead with his forearm after just serving a drink. His eyes wandered the room, drinking in all of the faces that were fogged with drunkenness.

He exhaled, rolling up his sleeves and placing both hands on the counter, taking a sharp breath out. His eyes flicked up to your soft hand tapping the counter, his brows furrowed as his eyes adored you.

He gulped down the lump in his throat when he saw your outfit. The tight dress, the knee socks, the strawberry lipstick, the cleavage barely covered.

He had never seen you dressed in such a way. When did you even walk in? He hadn’t heard the clink of the bell at the door from the opening.

Had you been behind a group of people? Your nails were nicely done, the red nail polish suiting the red dress you were in. Your dark eyelashes fluttered, the ruby eyeshadow clearly visible to his view.

“Good evening, Master Diluc,” you addressed, your leg crossing and your brow rising. The man before you looked thirsty- his jaw was hanging low just a bit. You smiled, your nails matching the tint of his hair color. The way his name rolled off your tongue made his mouth water.

He immediately shut his mouth, leaning up and cuffing the rolled up sleeves. “Good evening, (Y/N). May I get you a drink tonight, ma’am?”

He had served you times in the past, and every time he did, you were dressed nicely. Dressed nicely, but never like this. You two loved seeing each other, but you didn’t know that about one another.

You caught his eye every single time, your flashy jewels or your attire. He would be a liar if he refused how much he enjoyed seeing your body displayed on the stool you always sat in.

Nobody else made his breath shake or his hands clench into fists like you had. He tried not to narrow his eyes at you with a lewd tint to them, but sometimes when you weren’t looking, he couldn’t help himself.

He had never felt such sexual feelings for somebody like you. Let alone one of his customers that had walked in from time to time every few weeks. And frankly, Diluc didn’t have a very high sex drive.

“No, thank you, sir,” You quickly said, placing an elbow on the counter and leaning in a bit, closer to his body, his eyes watching your exposed chest. “My eyes are up here, though, silly.”

Immediately, Diluc was snapped away from his trance as he quickly looked up at your expression. His face flushed when he saw your unamused look, your rings tapping against the counter.

“My deepest apologies. Might I make up for my rudeness for something in return?” The bartender fingers collided, his mouth shut as the tip of his tongue glided along his top set of teeth. Studying you.

Girls like you with your hair done up, with your ass hanging out— your dress barely covering it— were girls that Master Diluc usually didn’t fancy.

You were different. Your mannerism around the bartender somehow had a different sensation than any other playful lady who usually flirted with him. Most of the time, he watched the door carefully to ensure that you were not there.

He craved to see your red lips speak to him, or watch your legs cross and your neck fall back. He wanted it all. Diluc was excited when he saw you in the tavern.

“Please, don’t worry about that,” you insisted with a smile, catching the hopeful gleam in the red haired man’s face.

“No,” Diluc pressed, pressing his chest against the bar counter and leaning his head down to your level, his warm breath tickling your hair, “please. I insist on it.”

You smiled to yourself, pushing back a smirk to his words. Ahh, yes, you knew what you wanted— the recipe to one of your favorite drinks that he served here.

You would have loved to ask him right that moment, but he still had costumers to give drinks to and there were people all over the place. It wouldn’t be something Master Diluc would want to let get around.

Your body moved into his movement, your cleavage hanging down right there in front of his eyes. His brow furrowed, trying not to avert his gaze to your pumped out chest below him.

“I would like something…” you whispered, smiling and looking at him through you lashes, “different. After tavern hours, if you must.”

Diluc quirked a brow to your words, eyeing you before biting back his tongue. He didn’t think you were so bold to ask him something of that nature.

Although he didn’t complain, it just stunned him of how easy you were to slip under his fingertips. And, even then, how easy you would be to be under him.

Diluc sighed, moving away from the counter and nodding. “Mm… I can tell you’re in such a mood. Based on your looks tonight.”

You furrowed your brows as he walked away to serve another customer. What was he talking about?

In the last hour, the tavern was open and the clock was going by extremely slow. Diluc glanced over to you, occasionally seeing you fix your bra straps or seeing your legs spread, the band of your underwear wrapped around your pretty hips tightly.

The man had to step to the side to clear his head multiple times, allowing himself to imagine grazing your skin with his fingernails or ridding you of those tight knee socks.

He couldn’t imagine somebody as slutty as you as somebody he wanted to fuck. To touch. To hold.

As his eyes desperately watched the clock, people slowly started leaving the tavern before closing hours. There were empty shot glasses, empty cups, and dirty tables that needed to be cleaned after everybody evacuated.

But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. Master Diluc still must repay his debt of looking at you in places he shouldn’t have looked at.

Although it was an unusual glance, a suspect gesture, and an interesting choice of words, he wondered why you would want something like that from him.

You lifted yourself up to stand, your eyelashes fluttered as you and him stood alone in the empty tavern. Diluc gave you a small look, quirking a brow at your stance.

“So…” you exhaled, walking to your left to walk behind the bar counter where Diluc was. His eyes watched you delicately as you walked past the small sliding door, standing in front of the man.

Your hands were clasped behind your back, and you gulped down your nervousness. Master Diluc looked so sure of himself as he walked close to you with the click of his shoes.

It suddenly striked you of the still fact you hadn’t told him exactly what you wanted. You hadn’t disclosed what “debt” you wanted Diluc to repay to you.

When he stood so close to you, his body towering over you and his hands pinning your hips to the countertop, you realized what he wanted. What he thought you wanted.

It clicked to you. Master Diluc thought you were going to ask him to give you his dick. The most richest, handsome man of Monstadt assumed you were a slut. And wanted underneath his trousers.

Diluc’s brows rose to your hips shifting to the opposite direction of his left hand meeting your hip.

“Is this… what you wanted?” He exhaled, his lips so close to yours. It felt like he wanted this— wanted you.

With a simple pat on his chest, a small turn of the head, and a little smile, he saw the embarrassment displayed on your little face. He saw anything but disapproval.

You wouldn’t stop him— in fact, you would encourage him. You had admired him for so long, had visited him for so long. It wasn’t just because he had money and he was handsome and had good wine— you genuinely wanted to know him.

So when you felt him spin you around and thrust your hips into the bar counter, with his hands holding your waist, you didn’t say anything back.

You squinted your eyes shut as you felt his lips against your ear from behind, the heat of his breath tickling your ear, “is this alright with you, Ms. (Y/N)?”

You quickly nodded, stifling a small “yes” as his hands pushed down the little dress that squeezed your hips tightly. Your ass was on full display for him when he quirked a brow to the lingerie you were wearing.

Master Diluc hummed, unclipping your bra from behind and throwing the cloth to the back. You gasped when you abruptly felt his lips form a circle on your back, licking and sucking at the spot.

You hadn’t even kept track of time by the time your entire neck and back was covered with dark hickeys. Diluc licked his teeth, directing his gaze back down to your lower body.

“Now, onto the fun part.” He carefully pushed you back around to face him, everything uncovered except for your pussy and legs. Master Diluc gripped your thighs, glancing back up to you one last time for any disapproval.

To his satisfaction, you did not object when his fingers ran against your clothed clit, making you throw your head forward on his still fully-clothed body. He slowly pulled down your underwear and grabbed your hips, setting you down on the counter in front of him.

You felt so insecure because of the light shining right above you, and just because Master Diluc took a step back to just look at you. The only thing you had on were the tight knee socks that were suffocating your thighs. You knew the whole reason he didn’t take those off was because he wanted to fuck you in them.

It made you nervous when his eyes lingered on your bare pussy, and that made you push your thighs together and cover your chest.

“W-well? Don’t just— stand there and make me wait, Master Diluc. H-help. Me,” you pushed, blushing and rubbing your inner thighs together. Diluc smirked to your wet cunt rubbing onto his counter.

“Do you really need assistance? You’re doing fine on your own, I see,” Diluc stated, narrowing his eyes down to your sad attempt in giving your pussy any attention.

“I-“ you started, squeezing the counter, “but I don’t want to touch myself!”

Master Diluc’s eyes went dark as he looked at you. He cuffed his sleeved where the ends met his elbow, and he walked up to you while tightening his high pony tail.

You moved back a little when he leaned into you, raising a brow. “Did I say you had to finger yourself in front of me, miss (Y/N)?”

You yelped when he grabbed you and pressed you on a different spot on the counter to where your back was against a wall. He made it so your knees were up and he flung your legs onto his shoulders. You gulped, staring between his eyes.

“Now. Ask nicely to be touched this time.” His cool breath pressed against your lips and into your folds, making your head jerk to the side and made you rub your heels against the man’s back.

“Please. Master Diluc, touch me, please,” you cried when he pressed his middle and ring finger against your clit, rubbing them into your skin with gentle circles.

You shivered, wrapping your legs around his neck. He blinked up at you with half-lidded eyes, quirking a brow.

“If you want me to touch you, your legs need to be spread apart, Ms. (Y/N).” With those words, you slowly allowed them to part again, making Diluc’s eyes narrow down to your cunt.

“Mm…” Diluc hummed, his mouth meeting your hole again and his breath tracing all over your wet pussy.

The bartender grabbed your thighs to keep them still and licked up the mess you had made, as much as he could. He was gentle with his licks and slow with with his hand movements when he rubbed your thighs, rubbing some of the skin underneath the thigh highs.

He planted a final kiss on your clit, making it well-aware that was his way of teasing you. And not eating you out.

Master Diluc snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor and raised his brows at you. “Stand.”

You quickly stood straight, getting on your feet and standing against the counter. Master Diluc’s eyes wondered your body, unbuckling his belt and setting it aside, dropping his pants.

“Turn around, Ms. (Y/N).” With his words, you turned around and furrowed your brows. You gasped when you felt two hands trap themselves on your waist, holding them and slamming your front into the bar counter.

You held yourself on the counter, biting your lip when Diluc’s chest pressed against your back. Your knees almost gave out when you felt his tip.

“Now be a good little slut and stay still, eh?” Diluc’s breath was right up against your ear before you whimpered, dropping your head low. Diluc clicked his tongue, not accepting that response. You grabbed a big handful of your hair and jerked your head back up.

His cool lips were right back on your ear. “I asked you a question.” You quickly nodded, squinting your eyes shut.

“Y-yes…! I’ll stay still like the- good little slut I am!” You cried, looking back at him with creased brows. He quirked a brow to your expression before humming, shoving your upper body and face back down on the counter.

You gripped the bar counter when you felt his cock insert your hole, making your eyes widen from how deep he was slowly pumping inside of you. You whimpered and drooled all over the bar counter, Diluc’s gloved hands guiding your ass against him.

“Mm…” Diluc hummed, pushing back into you with a harsh force, making your head fall on the other side of the counter. He only went faster with each thrust, making the corners of your eyes start to blur to where you could barely see the bar stools right down in front of your eyes.

“A-Agh…!” You cried when Diluc found a certain spot inside your pussy that made you feel pure satisfaction. Your eyes went foggy and your hips shifted when his dick hit that spot.

It made the tavern owner quirk a brow to your subtle movement. You weakly lifted your head as he continued to pound into your cunt, your brows creased when you stared at him.

There was a small bead of sweat down his forehead when he understood what he had done. His dick quickly repeated that same process of abusing your g spot, making your legs spread further and your nails dig even more into his counter.

Diluc grabbed your hair again, yanking your face up by your hair to where he could see your expression. He saw your red face and the tears threatening your eyes. He saw the drool dripping down your chin and the way you were crying out his name— the way your body shook underneath of him.

It didn’t make him stop or slow down his pace. In fact, he only went faster, making your front slam rougher into the edges of the bar counter.

The hands on your hips lifted you up suddenly, slamming your body on your stomach on the counter. Your thighs were spread further and your knees were lifted higher, giving the redhead more leverage.

This just made it easier for him to pound into you, and you gasped at his much quicker pace. The slapping of his balls against your skin filled the room, and your mind went foggy the more his cock sunk into your walls.

A tight feeling began in your cunt, making you grip the bar counter even tighter than before.

“M-Master Diluc…!” You cried and panted, turning back to look at him, “I’m so close…!”

“Ahh? Then cum,” Diluc prompted, slamming his cock slow and hard into you. Almost immediately after, your walls tightened around the man’s large dick. Your brows creased when you felt yourself come all over the ginger’s cock, making you whine.

Suddenly, Diluc took out his cock, and you turned your head, gasping at the man. His hands were on either side of your hips and his head was lowered.

You could only see the top of his head and the rise and fall of his muscular shoulders as he grunted lowly, as he was cumming himself.

You barely arched your back, trying to catch your breath. Before you could even just do that, you gasped when you saw Diluc’s head tilt back up after his release. His brows were furrowed, and he barely looked tired. You jerked your head forward and against the bar counter when you already felt Diluc’s harsh thrusts inside your cunt again.

You looked back at the man once more, clenching your teeth and looking between his eyes. “Master Diluc. I-”

“I know I came. I’m waiting for you to, as well.”

His words confused you. You already did, couldn’t he tell from the way your body reacted? You shook your head, whimpering and staring into his lustful eyes.

“I- I just did…!!” You cried, gripping the counters and feeling Diluc’s thrusts slow a bit.

“Ah…” he trailed on, placing his chin on your shoulder and whispering against your ear, “I suppose you’ll have to do it again. Let me watch you this time.”

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Prompt 66 for Church and Jorge pls (they're a very endearing duo, it's great to see some content with them)

My thoughts exactly anon. They're just. Mwah. Amazing. I adore them so. I want to be held by them in one hand and then squeezed like a stress toy where my eyes pop out and make a squeak noise.

anyways odd specific information over. Here you go! +)

Church and Jorge Prompt Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “ You’re the only one that truly understands me.” [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Kidnapping, Intimidation

You were thrown over Church's shoulder - Having been caught in another one of your escape attempts. You were screaming and kicking, Trying anything in your power to stop them from taking you back.

" STOP, GET THE FUCK OFF ME " You screamed as they only laughed at your attempts. Making little comments between the two about how cute your defiance was. Then how sad it'd be for having to punish this behaviour later. Oh well, They enjoyed that at least. It was only when you made the simple mistake of a yell that stopped the duo dead in their tracks.

" I NEED TO GO HOME. " and with that. You felt the automatic tone change.

This hurt them both. You could feel the somewhat regular aura of silly giggles turning ice cold. You don't think you've ever seen them like this, not in all those months they'd kept you on lock down. Not any time you " misbehaved " for them, broke a rule. They'd always have a laugh about it. The grip around you tightened for a moment, Before you felt Church put you down, now in-between the two. Jorge was opposite Church and the two practically toward over you. Keeping you between them with no way out.

" Say that again " Jorge commanded, hands on his hips as he stared. Church tiled their head in a questioning manner. In that moment, you decided that it was entirely possible for them to be serious. The tone of voice chilled you. Shrinking down into yourself, You whimpered momentarily.

" I... I need to go home " you squeaked out, Stumbling over your words and fidgeting with your hands. The two looked at each other for a moment, Holding each other's gaze before Jorge scoffed, which lead to a small chuckle from Church and then it descended into vicious laugher. You weren't really used to their laughter being aimed at you like this or any other scenario. They'd gotten a good giggle out of your futile attempts to get away before but... This wasn't the usual

It was the tone they'd use for their enemies, wanting them just to know how meaningless what they were doing was. How meaningless what you said meant to them.

Jorge patted Church's shoulder, calming them down as they both attempted to stifle laugher before turning back to you. Their gaze made you feel smaller than ever. It was made worse by the fact they were both mags.

" Okay , okay " Jorge murmured as the duo regained their composure. They stared down at you once more, Church scoffing at your words as a the deadly grip of Jorge's hands met your shoulders - Digging his claws in and enough to cause lasting marks. You subconsciously let out a whimper, Trying to keep as much distance between the two as possible.

“ You want to go home? You’re already home.” Jorge spoke up, Shaking his head in disappointment. Which meant he'd be taking it out on yourself later.

" With us " Church added on, motioning between them and their partner. Even making sure to lean in, getting a little closer to your face. The gas mask he wore, practically pressing into your face. For the first time, You were able to make eye contact and your blood ran ice cold.

" So stop running. " They added on, a harsher tone than you were used too. It made you tear up, the overwhelming terror finally trying to flood itself out of your system as you began to heave through tears. You paid no mind to the way Jorge swatted the back of Church's heaved and gave them in a little trouble for intimidating you so badly. All you could think about was home.

Home as not this place, caged between two maniac's who claimed they loved you. Home was the farthest place from it.

[carletes]

I miss Carlandad. Pls write something. I think I will need some comfort after​ today race

I was going to write this at some point, so why not now?

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“Where’s daddy?”

Invariably, that is the first thing the twins demand of Carlos when they see him in the morning. He shuffles into their room, eager to see their big, bright smiles - and they do smile big and bright at him, only then, their heads swivel about in the exaggerated manner of all babies, and one of them asks:

“Where daddy, papá?”

Carlos’ heart breaks a little everyday he hears that. He scoops his babies up, cuddles them close, kisses their lovely little faces, and says, “Amor, daddy is at work, you know this!”

“Oh,” Charlie says, his serious face fixed in a frown. “Daddy work?”

“Daddy work,” Allegra confirms, and thank goodness they don’t cry at that because it would be too much for him - let alone Lando.

When Carlos found out this was a pattern, he took a video to send to Lando. Lando called him crying and asked to speak to the babies. He had cancelled a meeting just so he could talk to them for half an hour about absolutely nothing of consequence.

“There was cloud like bird!”

“No!! Like car!”

“Your car, daddy!”

Carlos could hear Lando laughing so much, and he knew he was still crying. Carlos was crying too. The babies made them both emotional. Later, when Carlos took the phone from the twins so he could talk to Lando, he asked, “Do you want me to stop sending you the videos, mi vida?”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll divorce you if you stop.”

So Carlos didn’t stop. Normally they were on track with Lando anyway, but sometimes they couldn’t make it for whatever reason, or they could only make it for the weekend, or whatever - and the reliable where’s daddy? was a balm, even if it was painful.

When Lando was home, though, usually having arrived in the middle of the night, the first thing Carlos did in the morning (even though he wanted to hold Lando close, kiss him and love him all over, make him moan) was pad out of their room and to the nursery. He would open the door, whisper, “Hola, mis bebés,” and watch their groggy faces tune into the world.

“Papá!”

“Hola papá!”

“Where daddy?”

“Ya! Where daddy?”

And Carlos would grin, scoop them both up, kiss their heads and say, “Let’s find out!”

They would trek back to the bedroom, the twins getting increasingly excited, and then Carlos would push the door open. The babies shriek, and Lando stirs awake, a big, happy, sleepy smile on his face, and Carlos says, “There’s daddy!”

“Daddy!!!”

“Daddy!!”

“Daddy here!”

“Daddy here,” Lando sighs happily. Carlos deposits the babies on top of him, and Lando immediately squishes Allegra and Charlie against the bed and attacks them with kisses, threatening to eat them up. They shriek even more and paw at Lando’s face, but they kiss back, sticky and silly and wonderful. Carlos takes a moment to compose himself at the sight before joining the fray on Lando’s side.

It happens every time Lando comes back. And every single time, it is perfect.

They don’t get a baby sitter that first day. They spend the entire day with the babies, Lando and Carlos, watching cartoons, making food together, running errands, absolutely pedestrian things that feel more important than anything else in the world.

When they tuck the babies into bed at night, kissing them and bidding them good sleep, they don’t make it to their bedroom. Lando runs into his arms while Carlos waits at the door of the nursery. They get as far as a wall in the hallway before Carlos has Lando against it, his husband’s legs around his waist, grinding into him and making Lando gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, oh fuck.”

“I want you. I missed you. Lando.”

“I love you. I fucking hate not being with you. Please, please-”

“I love you too, mi vida, father of my children, dios, there is no one like you.”

And if they had thought their love when they were younger was strong, their desire for each other, it doesn’t compare to their love now - seeing each other in fatherhood.

Even after they have sex, still in the hallway, when they clean up and get themselves dinner, it’s the kids’ room they go back to, the daybed they sleep on. It’s tiny, it’s cramped, and they will wake up sore. But it’s worth it, to have their family together.

[chubbytummy]

(first official post!!! pls enjoy and support!!! sorry in advance for any typos! T^T)

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synopsis:

(bts taehyung-seokjin centric)

taehyung has never had the best eating habits, indulging in junk food to his heart's content. what happens when it finally catches up with him, and his roommate/crush happens to notice?

tw: weight gain, mild feederism, eructo, mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of insecurity, language, slight nsfw (barely)

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it was no secret to anyone around him that taehyung, as sweet as he was, gave absolutely no fucks about his eating habits. that was one thing he would tell you straight off the bat, and he was completely shameless about them too. if it was yummy, it was yummy. and if it was yummy, he was going to eat it. life was short, and wasn't the point of life to enjoy yourself and be happy?

that's what taehyung believed, anyway.

taehyung wasn't shy by nature; a social butterfly, if you will. he loved making new friends, chatting, and bringing people out of their shell. he was naturally charismatic and funny, and with the added-luxury of movie star looks, a deep and sultry voice, and a great physique, he always had a group of buddies around him. that's just how he was. he loved making people smile and laugh, enjoying the warmth and love that radiated off of those close to him. so, as it seemed, taehyung's life was a blissful stream of joy. he didn't have a care in the world, especially about his food.

that was until he graduated highschool and went off to college. you see, taehyung was quite athletic in highschool. participating in track and field and being in dance with his best friend, jimin, gave him plenty of, if not excessive exercise to burn off all those calories he consumed throughout the day. perhaps he was able to get away with his atrocious eating habits back then. however, there was a teeny problem. now, taehyung wasn't pursuing athletics or dance in college-- he was majoring in fine arts. that meant he wasn't getting the amount of exercise his body was used to. turns out, he didn't have as fast of a metabolism like he'd falsely believed, he just did a lot of cardio. so, factoring together the absence of any exercise (minus walks to classes and to the fridge), no changes in his diet, and the constant late-night junk food binges, things quickly started to add up.

literally.

it started with his cheeks. taehyung had been thin, bordering underweight, most of his life, so of course the little bit of newfound plumpness to his face would be noticable. yet, despite his soulmate's comments over 2 am facetimes saying "jesus, taetae, you look so young! drop the skin care routine, bestie," taehyung didn't see the changes. his cheeks poofed out and softened like freshly baked bread, and they always seemed to be puffy, like he'd just woken up. well, he had been taking a lot of naps lately, maybe that's why? he didn't really care, anyways.

the next noticable change was his hips, thighs, and ass. not only was taehyung blessed with a face sculpted by the gods, he also had a body to die for. if there's any higher power, they CLEARLY pick favourites. with a slim, trim waist and a naturally curvy figure, the weight gain only accentuated his hourglass shape. his hips widened generously, thighs thickened like heavy cream, and ass plumped out lusciously, filling up any seat he sat on to the brim and earning him more whistles and lustful stares then he was already receiving. yet, despite the constant catcalling from other students on campus, and the snugness of his pants, taehyung remained oblivious to his altered form.

the final shift in taehyung's appearance settled itself softly on his midsection. although he'd never had chiseled, drool-worthy abs like his new friend jungkook, who practically lived at the campus fitness center, his stomach had always been completely flat. now, it had softened entirely; he had a bit of a tummy. it wasn't very noticeable, at first, due to his knack for wearing baggy clothes, but it began to show over time. it was chubby and pudgy, and spilled over the waistband of his pants when he sat down. his belly was fluffy like the stuffing of a teddy bear, the surface doughy, as if you could sink your hand into it and leave behind a handprint. it was even more noticeable after he'd eaten. taehyung always bloated terribly. whether he'd had a bellyache, gas, or had just eaten something rather filling, his tummy always swelled up and pushed over his pantline and into his shirt. as well, love handles began to form, curling around his middle and warmly hugging his sides.

he was by no means overweight, but he wasn't exactly skinny anymore. he was softer, warmer around the edges. it suited him.

strangely enough, taehyung hadn't really noticed. besides a passing comment from a loved one, or a short-lived "hmm, that's new," in front of the bathroom mirror before dashing off to an already-late-to lecture, taehyung was pretty ignorant.

but how long can you ignore such a growing issue?

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leaning back and gazing up at the tile ceiling, taehyung sighed. he was currently in his friend jungkook's tiny dorm, sitting on his bed and waiting for his roommate, hoseok, to return with pizza. he really hoped he'd hurry up already. his belly was growling like it was angry with him. it was getting kinda scary.

"i really don't know, jungkook-ah, he's just... ugh." he mopplingly prompted his chubby cheeks in his hands and huffed.

"what do you mean you don't know, hyung?" jungkook asked crossing his beefy arms and shooting his friend a skeptical look. "you're like... the hottest and most outgoing guy i know. how haven't you scored a date with him yet?"

the "him" in question was taehyung's new roommate, seokjin. well, he wasn't exactly new. he'd been his roommate for over 5 months now, since his last roommate dropped out. yet, honestly, taehyung didn't think he'd ever get used to seeing that worldwide-handsome face in the same vicinity as him everyday. that would always be a shocker, no matter how many times they saw one another.

having a crush was new for taehyung. to put it bluntly, he knew he was good-looking. he definitely wasn't conceited or snobbish about his natural attractiveness, he honestly didn't care about looks. however, he was used to having a secret admirer or two, and unfortunately had to let many people down with his unrequited feelings. he never had any romantic attraction for anyone, even if he knew he was bisexual. in fact, romance really didn't play a role in his life. taehyung liked to paint, watch cartoons, eat snacks and play videogames. he chose friends and food over chasing after boys and girls. he hadn't even watched porn before, that's how uninterested in sex and relationships he was. call him immature or weird, but romance just didn't do much for him. it seemed boring. why would people waste there time on a silly boyfriend or girlfriend when they could be having fun? it just didn't make sense to him.

that was until he met his roommate. now, that was all he could think about. well, besides school and food, that is.

"that's rich coming from you, mr. i have muscles and a six-pack and tattoos and a fucking eyebrow piercing but i'm still too shy to even talk to jisoo." taehyung shot back with a smirk.

at that, jungkook flushed completely. it was true, despite being a 5 course meal plus desert, jungkook was the shyest person taehyung had ever met. he didn't have many friends besides taehyung, his roommate, hoseok, and hoseok's boyfriend. and the latter was just a friend of circumstances. the younger man also couldn't even look a girl in the eyes without blushing profusely and damn near pissing himself from nervousness. jungkook had a slight lisp and an occasional stutter as well, but taehyung found it quite endearing and sweet.

"t-that's not the point, hyung, and you know it!" jungkook replied hastily, still blushing. "why don't you just tell him how you feel? you've been pining after this dude for months!"

taehyung sighed heavily, the sigh morphing into a deep groan.

"because i literally don't know how! jin-hyung isn't going to take my confession seriously if i just say it! he's already rejected half the campus! he needs a gesture! some bold statement," taehyung explained in an exasperated manner, not caring if he was kinda rambling. "he deserves more than some half-hearted bullshit. i have to find a way to catch his attention, something to show him i'm different than the others. that i'm not just another idiot underclassmen trying to win him over! i just don't know what-!"

taehyung took a deep breath, ending his rant. he was beginning to feel upset, having a tendency to work himself up easily. he took a moment to collect himself, or at least try, and looked at the younger expectantly.

"don't look at me like that, hyung." he said after a moment, watching warily as taehyung took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "you know what you gotta do, so do it." he shrugged, still observing his friend. "leth' talk about something else, okay?" jungkook suggested, not wanting his hyung to get anymore upset.

before taehyung could protest, there was a knock at the door.

"that must be hobi-hyung." jungkook spoke, getting up to let his dormmate in. taehyung stayed seated.

as the elder entered the room, the heavenly aroma of pizza followed, wafting around the dorm and into taehyung's nose. his mouth watered. pizza was the perfect comfort food. it always made him feel sated and happy. he could never get tired of it.

"hey tae-ah, i didn't know you would be here!" hoseok beamed, as he brought the pizza boxes over and placed them on the table. "how are you?"

"stressed and hungry."

hobi laughed loudly, his sunshine-like smile lighting up the room. taehyung always liked him. he was sweet, funny, and very handsome. he had a slim build, was a hip-hop dancer, and taehyung had seen his abs before. he'd be jealous if he cared about looks.

"aren't we all?" he joked, before he turned around and looked back at the still open door. "aish, yoongi-hyung, get your ass in here already!"

a low, "i'm coming, fuck off," emitted from beyond the threshold, before hoseok's boyfriend entered the room with a goofy grin and cases of beer and soda in his arms.

looking up at him, taehyung was taken aback.

the last time he'd seen yoongi, at least long enough to get a decent look at him, he'd been skinny. not just skinny, but nearly malnourished looking. his face had been gaunt and he was tiny in comparison to a healthy body. a good wind could have knocked him over. that was months ago. the yoongi he saw now looked quite different. he was filled out, his cheeks plumped and colored as apposed to pale and lifeless like before. his midsection as well, was that a belly? small, yes, but it was there. he looked so much... different. he wondered why.

taehyung had heard about relationship weight many times, and had seen it first-hand as well. when someone gets into a safe and loving relationship, they naturally gain weight. hoseok had opened up to jungkook and taehyung a few times, admitting that yoongi had been in an abusive relationship in the past. however, he was in a healthy one with hoseok now. honestly, it warmed taehyung's heart to see the once frail and sad-looking boy happy and healthy-looking.

it made him wonder if he would ever find a relationship like that. would he put on weight as well? probably not. his metabolism was way too fast, anyways.

"i brought some beer, jungkook don't drink it all this time." yoongi grunted, setting the packs by the desk and plopping down next to his boyfriend on his bed. "oh, taehyung's here. good thing we bought too much pizza."

the others chuckled. taehyung cocked a brow and frowned slightly. what was that supposed to mean?

"i'm starving." jungkook stated to no one in particular, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and a can of beer. taehyung wouldn't be having any alcohol, though, because it always made his cholinergic urticaria act up, and he wasn't in the mood for an itchy rash. besides, he liked soda much more.

"i thought you were on a diet, kookie-ah!" hoseok fake scolded. jungkook scoffed playfully.

"it's called bulking, hyung." he joked. everyone knew he rarely let himself eat like this. he was extremely disciplined. taehyung might've been jealous. "and what about you? thought you were on a diet!"

"i am." the elder replied. "this is all i'm eating. i've still got that dance competition next week- yah! yoongi, don't get sauce on my sheets, you pig!"

he swatted weakly at the mint-haired boy, who nudged him in return and rolled his eyes. it made taehyung smile.

"you can have some too, taehyung-ah." hoseok spoke after a bit. it was then taehyung realized he hadn't gotten any yet. "i know how much you like pizza."

once again, another comment.

"i mean, i don't like it that much." he mumbled, grabbing a slice and and taking a bite. he knew he was bluffing. pizza was the best.

jungkook snorted.

"bullshit tae, you almost always eat an entire pizza whenever we hang out!"

it was true. on an empty stomach, he could scarf down a whole pizza. more if he was especially hungry.

he decided not to reply, finishing his first slide and heading for a second. sinking his teeth into the slice, he all but moaned. it was supreme pizza, his favorite.

"honestly, i have no idea where he puts it all." the redhead commented, finishing up his slice. that was all he'd probably eat, seeing as he's on a diet and all.

"i-i do!" jungkook teased, stuttering slightly from the excitement. "he puth' it all right here."

suddenly, taehyung felt a finger poke his belly. he froze. he looked down to see jungkook's tattooed pointer finger sunk into his plush middle.

"wow, taehyung-hyung." the younger softly exclaimed. "i didn't know your tummy was this squishy."

taehyung felt himself blushing. not out of embarrassment, but something else. jungkook was still touching his belly.

"no way, let me feel!" hoseok reached over, but all too late. taehyung swatted them away and curled into himself, arms wrapped firmly around his middle.

"don't! i'm ticklish!" he lied. yes, he was ticklish, but that's not why he didn't want them to feel his stomach.

it was a strange sensation, really...

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a pizza and a 2L of soda later, taehyung felt warm and fuzzy and full.

hoseok and yoongi had left for yoongi's dorm. taehyung was assuming they wanted some alone time, and he knew yoongi had his own private dorm. he didn't want to think about what they'd do, though. ew, just... ew.

taehyung leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling sated. he gently patted his taut tummy and let out a deep burp, sighing afterwards. that was another thing he was shameless about. if he had to burp, he always just let it out. leaving the trapped gas in his belly only made it hurt, so he didn't hold back. besides, it felt good and it was only natural. he usually didn't even say "excuse me." he didn't understand why he had to. everyone burped; why excuse yourself for something completely normal? unlike jungkook, who'd probably die from humiliation, taehyung wasn't shy about it. the only person he'd be even remotely embarrassed in front of was seokjin, but that's a different story.

"mmm, that was yummy, kookie. i'm stuffed."

jungkook was drinking another beer, beyond drunk by now. he mumbled something incoherent, followed by a hiccup and a groan.

"aw kookie, are you drunk?" taehyung teased, ruffling the maknae's soft, black hair. the younger grumbled again. "tired, little guy? let's get you to sleep, bun."

gently, taehyung guided the nearly-passed-out jungkook's head to the pillow of his bed.

"sleep well, bun." he whispered sweetly, leaving a feather-light kiss on the younger's forehead. he'd probably have to stop by tomorrow morning to take care of him when he woke up with a hangover. he was bound to have a killer one with all the beer he guzzled down, and taehyung knew hoseok didn't do well with vomit. he didn't mind, however. taehyung loved to take care of his friends, anyways.

before he left, taehyung cleaned up, ate the last couple pieces the boys left, and did some of the dishes for them. he also really needed to pee, so he made a quick trip to the bathroom.

once he'd gone and washed his hands, he took a moment to observe himself in the mirror.

i looked really good today, taehyung thought, peering into the mirror and adjusting his gold-framed glasses. despite being quite handsome, he still felt insecure sometimes, especially as of lately. with some of the comments his friends had been making, he wasn't sure what to think. it was almost as if there was some kind of big joke, and he was the only one who wasn't in on it. he really didn't know.

before taehyung could turn away and exit the small bathroom, his eyes caught something in the corner, by the shower.

a scale.

he had forgotten that jungkook did weight training. it was probably his to keep track of that. or maybe it was hoseok's, since he was on a diet and all. it didn't matter. it shouldn't matter.

however, for some reason, he wanted to try it. knowing your weight couldn't hurt, right? it's just a number, anyways. besides, he was curious.

taehyung pulled the digital scale out and stepped on it, waiting patiently for the box to calculate his weight. it couldn't be too much. he was thin, after all.

looking down, his eyes widened.

78.1kg.

he blinked.

huh. so that's how much he weighed.

the last time taehyung had been properly weighed was his physical exam before freshman year. that was nearly a year ago. he was so thin, weighing in at 60.3 kg. since then, he'd gained roughly 17.8 kg.

wait a minute, that couldn't be right, could it? but he had a fast metabolism! not to mention, he's fairly active. well... sometimes. but he does do a lot of walking! something had to be wrong.

taehyung stepped off the scale, allowing it to level back to a clear screen. he then stepped back on.

78.1kg.

this didn't seem possible. maybe it's because of his clothes. maybe he needed to strip down to his underwear like when he had a checkup at the doctor's. quickly, taehyung peeled off his corduroy pants and baggy sweater, leaving him in his undies and tata-themed socks.

what? they were cute!

standing back on the digital scale, taehyung peered down at the number expectantly.

it was the same, the clothes only weighing a little.

maybe it was all the food he just ate, or maybe he had to use the toilet? but that doesn't explain all those kilos...

he placed himself back on the ground, dumbfounded. how did he manage to put on that much? that was like the freshman 15 (lbs) tripled!

taehyung sighed lowly, before turning to face the mirror.

in just his undies, and for the first time since freshman year, taehyung noticed his body.

his thighs were thick, clinging together like chunky glue. gentle stretch marks adorned the insides, which weren't new, seeing as he's always been a bit thicker than his peers growing up. however, they were more prominent. spinning around, he viewed his ass, which giggled almost lewdly with the slight movement. the plump, golden globes looked even plumper than they had. he had always had an ass, but now? he could probably play a pixar mom in a live-action film.

last, but certainly not least, his eyes settled on the most obvious change: his stomach. his tummy hung over the waistband of his underwear, extremely bloated and round from his big dinner and all the soda he drank. yet, despite being stuffed with pizza, it had softness to it. taehyung ran his hands over his belly, pinching the excess pudge. it wasn't too big, but it was noticable. more than noticable.

taehyung wasn't skinny anymore. he had gotten a bit chubby.

and, strangely enough, he didn't care. infact, he liked it.

taehyung knew he ate a lot of unhealthy foods, that was just who he was. why would he deny himself all the yummy things he liked to eat, just to maintain an "attractive" body? so what he wasn't slim like hoseok or muscular and shredded like jungkook? his body was perfectly fine. it did it's job, and that was the important thing.

above all things, taehyung was shameless. having gained weight didn't mean a thing to him. he was an artist, after all, not a model. his figure really didn't matter in the long run. he was still the same handsome guy, just with a little extra chub. and, honestly, he wondered what he'd look like with just a little bit more. just another layer of cream on his body. he's sure he'd like it, especially with how he reacted to having his tummy poked earlier by jungkook.

so, with the new information tucked in the back of his mind, taehyung dressed and left the small bathroom, making his way out of his sleeping friend's dorm. after double checking on jungkook and leaving the wastebasket beside his bed, just in case he woke up sick, the fluffy-haired boy exited the dorm and began his walk down the hallway, back to his own dorm.

after eating, taehyung usually felt sleepy, so it was no surprise to him that he found himself growing sluggish and drowsy as he strode back to his room. it was a pleasant feeling, really. he'd probably take a nice nap when he got back. maybe make some hot chocolate and catch up on some dramas. yeah, that sounded nice.

as he opened the door to his dorm, he was met with a flush of warmth and soft light. faint music played in the background, and a scent immediately met his nose as he stepped in. it smelled delightful. that could only mean one thing.

taehyung hadn't expected seokjin to be home so early. he wished he'd known; he'd like to have put more time into his appearance. welp, baggy sweater and messy-haired taehyung would have to do.

"ah, tae! you're home!" he heard seokjin call from the stove as he shucked off his loafers. he suddenly felt uncharacteristically shy, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right as seokjin walked up to him, all broad-shouldered and stupidly handsome. "how was your day?"

taehyung smiled as seokjin went in for a gentle hug, sinking into his warm embrace and inhaling his calming scent. seokjin was a real hugger, which taehyung appreciated because he, himself, was an absolute cuddle monster and jumped for any physical affection. it didn't help the butterflies in his stomach, however. he'd hope to just digest them already and move on from this silly crush.

"my day was a happy one, thank you," taehyung replied, nearly pouting as seokjin pulled away from the embrace. "how was your's, hyung?"

"better now that you're here." the elder smiled warmly, and taehyung felt his face heat up. seokjin always knew the right things to say to get his heart racing like mad. "come sit in the kitchen and keep me company while i cook?"

the younger nodded timidly, feeling pleasantly small next to his hyung. he followed him like a puppy to the dorm kitchenette, taking a seat at the small bar table.

"so," seokjin began, as he stirred a pot of glass noodles, keeping an eye on the vegetables and pork strips in the frying pan. he was making japchae, one of taehyung's favorite dishes. "have you eaten dinner yet?"

"oh, i ate pizza at jungkook and hoseok-hyung's place," he answered, hand going instinctively to his still-bloated tum, giving it a fond pat. "truth be told, i probably overate." he let out an uneasy chuckle in an attempt to distract himself from the warmth growing in his lower belly. what was happening to him?

seokjin waved him off.

"there's no such thing as overeating if it tastes good," he countered, and before taehyung could understand what was going on, a steaming plate of japchae was placed in front of him. it was a heaping serving, the small plate only making it look bigger. "here, have some of this."

taehyung flushed, gingerly sliding the plate away.

"um, i-i shouldn't, hyung," he stammered, hand still on his middle, almost defensively, as if he were guarding it. "thank you, but i'm still pretty stuffed."

seokjin chuckled deeply, full lips curled into a smirk. he pushed the dish back in front of him. taehyung gulped.

"taehyung-ah, i've seen you demolish three times this and more in one sitting. i'm not exactly convinced that 'stuffed' is in your vocabulary."

there it was. another comment about his eating habits. however, this time, instead of irritation, he felt something... else.

"jin-hyung, i-"

"you wouldn't let all my hard work go to waste, would you?" seokjin questioned, pouting. taehyung felt his heart jump. "i made this all just for you."

"well... alright. i'll have a bite or... two." taehyung finally spoke, unable to look his hyung in the eye. picking up the pair of chopsticks, he hesitantly began to eat.

it was delicious. of course it would be.

in all his time, taehyung had never met as good a cook as seokjin. not even his own mother --who could whip up a mean bibimbap like nobody's business-- could compare to his skills. the younger male couldn't even count on two hands how many times he's had his belly nearly bursting out of his pants from seokjin's cooking. whatever it was he was making, taehyung was sure to gorge himself to new heights every time; now was only proof of that. seokjin didn't seem to mind. infact, he encouraged it.

"taste good?" the elder quizzed, taking a seat in front of the eating boy and gazing at him fondly, if not a bit intently.

taehyung took a moment to finish chewing his mouthful and swallow. he grinned.

"amazing," he answered, licking his lips. "your cooking always is the best, hyung. it's, like, ethereal."

seokjin let out his iconic windshield wiper laugh, which only made his dongsaeng giggle.

"well, if it's good enough to pull out the 50 cent words for," be mused, leaning a tad closer. "then it's good enough to finish, yeah?"

taehyung's smile faded, as he peered up at the taller man wordlessly.

"you know i don't like leftovers, taehyung-ah. scrape your plate. clean."

he didn't have to tell taehyung twice. something about the subtle command in his tone --the sprinkle of dominance within the seemingly innocent words-- sparked a flame that licked into taehyung's belly.

he continued to eat, and before he could really process anything, his chopsticks clinked against an empty plate. instantly, a crimson heat spread over his face. it was as if he were a different person for a moment.

"all done?" seokjin questioned, taking the plate from the boy as he nodded sheepishly. "good job, tae-ah! you did so well!"

taehyung felt his pants become tighter at his elder's words of encouragement.

"feeling full?"

taehyung's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"i-" a burp interrupted him. he stayed quiet for a moment, hand covering his mouth, before he spoke up again. "excuse me, sorry."

he was blushing like mad. shameless taehyung who?

seokjin snorted. "guess that answers my question."

the slight teasing only increased the tightness of his pants, though he remained oblivious.

to say taehyung was full was a gross understatement. he'd passed the limitations for being full. he felt like if he moved even an inch he'd explode, literally. he looked 7 months pregnant.

"jin-hyung," he began with a taut hiccup, a slight whine to his voice. "i think... i think i ate too much."

and there it was, the rarer side of shameless taehyung. the one who needed affection after overdoing it, and wasn't afraid to beg for it.

"aw, you poor thing," his hyung cooed, helping the younger stand. his belly felt heavy and stuffed to the brim. "let's get you to the couch yeah? how's some hot chocolate sound? sound nice?"

taehyung nodded and hummed, blissed out from the tight fullness. he'd never felt this way from just eating before.

he took a seat on the couch as seokjin scurried off to make hot chocolate, and he used the opportunity to unbutton his pants. although he wasn't exactly too keen on being so unkempt in front of his love interest, his pants were digging into his bloated stomach something fierce. slowly, he undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper, freeing and allowing his tummy to rest atop. he sighed in relief, though it was short-lived when he noticed the slight bulge in his pants. well, that's new?

wait a minute--

oh fuck.

he frantically attempted to pull his sweater down to cover his lower region, but it was too snug around his plush middle to budge much. thankfully, it wasn't entirely noticable.

"here you go, taebear," seokjin said as he walked back into the small living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in his hand. one of them had tata all over it: you can guess whose it is. "careful, it's hot. let it cool before you drink it."

taehyung nodded bashfully in reply as the older of the two turned the tv on, switching the channel to some random drama taehyung had seen bits of but couldn't remember the name of. when jin sat down next to him, he immediately snuggled up to his side, head on his broad shoulder.

this. this was heaven right here.

seokjin smiled sweetly, arm wrapping around the younger. his fingers carded through taehyung's fluffy brown hair, earning a quiet sigh and pleased noises from the latter. taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as his scalp was scratched lightly.

soon enough, after finishing his hot chocolate, he felt himself grow drowsy. his belly felt warm and heavy, rising with every deep breath he took.

just as he had nearly dosed off, he felt something warm slip under his sweater and dance against his stomach. it felt like a hand.

he sighed. he must have been dreaming.

slowly, the palm of the hand traced over his swollen tummy, fingers ghosting over his navel. he all but purred at the feeling.

it began to rub circular motions onto the bloated skin with a gentle pressure, releasing a few soft burps from taehyung, who mewled at the lovely sensation. he began to fall deeper into slumber, the warm feeling being the last thing he could remember before he completely fell sound asleep.

when taehyung awoke, he was in his own room, in his own bed. he was under the blankets, glasses neatly placed on the bedside table. yawning, he looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

had he been dreaming this whole time?

placing a hand on his middle, he was shocked to feel how bloated and round it was.

nope. it was all real.

and it felt completely, utterly, shamelessly good.

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"hey hobi-hyung, what's up?" taehyung spoke into the receiver of his phone after answering hoseok's call. he was currently working on an oil painting while munching on the oreos he'd bought at the campus snack venue on his way home.

"hey tae," he heard a strained voice answer. someone was in the background coughing. "could-" hoseok was cut off by what sounded like a particularly loud heave "ugh. could you do me a solid, tae. i'll pay you back, i promise."

and just like that, taehyung was on his way over to jungkook and hoseok's dorm. he'd debated bringing his painting with him, but eventually decided against the idea. he didn't want to make sick jungkook even sicker, nor did he want hoseok to complain about him stinking up the dorm with his paint.

the second he opened the door, hoseok rushed out.

"thanks a million, taehyung," he spoke frantically, clearly frazzled but trying to stay calm, though it was evident he was hanging on by a thread. "i hate to do this to you but you know how i am."

taehyung gave him a reassuring smile.

"hobi-hyung don't worry, it's alright! i don't mind!" he explained, placing a hand on his hyung's shoulder. "how's he doing?"

hoseok closed his eyes.

"ugh, he's just... ugh."

taehyung laughed and shook his head.

"aish, i told that dummy not to drink so much," he playfully face-palmed, giggling. "alright hyungie, head over to yoongi-hyung's. i'll take it from here."

hoseok sighed a breath of relief.

"you're a little saint, you know that, taetae?"

he pinched taehyung's full cheeks, kissing his forehead before rushing off. taehyung blushed and giggled to himself softly.

hoseok was really something else.

upon entering his friend's shared dorm and turning on the light, his eyes instantly landed on jungkook, who looked like he'd seen better days.

"taehyung?" he heard the younger croak from his bed, eyes squinted nearly shut. "shit, kill the lights will you, please?"

taehyung quickly flicked the switch off.

"oh, sorry kookie-ah," taehyung apologized, making his way in the dim room to the bed, where he sat.

"it's alright hyung, my head is just absolutely murdering me right now."

"feeling pretty bad, aren't we, bun?" taehyung murmured softly, rubbing the younger's back tenderly.

"god, 'm never fucking drinking again."

taehyung chuckled, shaking his head. he knew that was a lie; he'd probably be in the same position next weekend taking care of the hungover boy.

"okay, bun," he replied, fondly. "can i get you anything? painkillers, perhaps?"

jungkook shook his head, instantly wincing at the movement.

"no i already took some before you came." he answered. "could you just hold me for a bit, please?" his doe eyes found taehyung's gaze in the dark.

the elder boy swallowed back an 'awwww' as he laid down on the bed, taking the sick boy into his arms. he ran his fingers through the younger's silky, black hair. jungkook sighed.

"thanks, hyungie." jungkook mumbled into taehyung's warm chest. "you're the best."

a soft smile melted onto taehyung's lips. the two boys sat in a quiet trance for a while, the only sound being breathing and the hum of the ac. after some time had passed, jungkook broke the silence.

"um, hyungie?"

"what is it, bun?" taehyung replied, looking down at the boy.

"i-i um..." he began, stuttering from what taehyung assumed was nervousness. his stutter always worsened when he was nervous, the elder noticed. "i'm s-s-sorry about what i said yesterday."

taehyung haulted his movements, cocking a brow in confusion.

"what are you talking about, jungkook?"

"yes'therday," he paused to grimace at his lisp, before going on, "with hobi-hyung and yoongi-hyung." jungkook responded anxiously. "i-i shouldn't have c-commented on your body or how much you eat like that. if someone had made a comment about m-m-my stutter or lisp, i'd have been sad. it wasn't cool of me to point out an insecurity like that. i'm- i'm sorry." his voice broke a tad at the last part, though taehyung nearly didn't catch it.

taehyung blinked, taking a moment to process his dongsaeng's confession.

"okay, kookie, three things," taehyung replied after some thought, returning to stroking the boy's hair. "one: it's alright, don't worry about it. i'm definitely not upset with you, honey. two: your stutter and lisp are perfectly fine. they make you unique, make you you, so don't be embarrassed about how you talk, and don't take shit from absolutely anyone about it. got it?"

jungkook nodded, eyes still glassy.

taehyung smiled and continued.

"and three: what makes you think i'm insecure about my body?"

jungkook froze for a moment, clearly trying to conjure up an answer that wouldn't hurt his hyung's feelings.

"um..."

"is it because i'm chubby?"

jungkook didn't say anything, causing taehyung to sigh audibly.

"i have no reason to be insecure about my body, you know, jungkook?" taehyung calmly retorted, not in a mean or scolding manner, but in a blunt one. "i love my body. my tummy's job is to digest the food i eat and convert it to energy. that's it, and he's doing a pretty good job at it. so, therefore, i have no real reason to be insecure, and i'm not. a little tummy fat never hurt anyone."

jungkook looked up to gaze at his hyung.

"so, it didn't hurt your feelings when i t-touched your belly, then?" he asked, voice still slightly broken. taehyung wiped the stray tears from his dongsaeng's cheeks.

"of course not, kookie-ah," the older boy reassured, lips spreading into a grin. "in fact... i liked it."

jungkook went stiff.

"u-um... i-i'm flattered, hyung, i really am... b-but i like girls..."

taehyung let out a deep, rumbly laugh.

"don't be silly, bun!" he teased, still chuckling. "i wasn't talking about you! i wouldn't date your lame ass anyways, even if you did like guys!"

this earned him a playful slap.

"but you did... like it?" jungkook questioned after a comfortable silence.

taehyung nodded a bit stiffly.

"yeah, i... i guess i did." he admitted. "to be honest... i wouldn't mind if seokjin touched m- woah! sorry about the tmi! literally forget i said that, please. like, erase it from your memory."

taehyung flushed in embarrassment as jungkook burst out laughing.

"yah, don't make fun of me! i'll kick your ass you little shit!"

despite the teasing, taehyung definitely wouldn't mind if seokjin touched his belly. infact, he'd fucking love it.

and, well... this all was... new. he'd like to explore this more in the future.

however, little did taehyung know, he wasn't the only one with a bit of experimentation in mind.

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hi!! hope you enjoyed this!! maybe a part 2?? please let me know what you think!! love you!!

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[tatesweaterweather]

Gender-neutral reader having flashbacks of kid!Tate <3

(⚠️ warnings!: none)

“Tate, I’m trying to talk to my mom.” You giggled as you gently pushed his kisses away. You both had decided on a beach date for the evening, and Tate was being extra goofy seeing as the beach was his favourite spot.

“Hmph, talk to her later.” He leaned in to plant kisses up and down your neck again.

“Mom, can I phone you later? Tate’s being really annoying right now.” You teased. Your mom just laughed and agreed to phone you afterwards.

“You guys are silly. Don’t be home too late, I mean it.” She warned as she hung up the phone.

“Annoying, huh? I’ll show you annoying.” Tate grinned as he began to tickle up and down your sides, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles. In an attempt to wiggle out from his grasp, you both fell to the ground laughing.

“Tate, look what you made us do!” You joked as you wiped the sand from your clothes.

“Hey, hey! I did no such thing.” He said defensively, throwing his hands up in a playful manner. As soon as you were both finished dusting off your clothes, you made eye contact again and fell into yet another fit of laughter.

“Come on, let’s go sit by the shore again.” Tate grabbed your hand as his laughter died down. You smiled in awe at his excitement.

You both sat down near the shore and he instantly pulled you in closer so that you were cuddling. He began to rub circles on your back and you blushed, immediately getting hit with a flashback of when you both were wee kids.

“Tate, you stepped in my sandcastle.” You sighed in disappointment as you looked up at your best friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t see it there. Honest.” He immediately apologized. “Do you want me to help you rebuild it?”

“No, it’s okay. It won’t look the same anyway.” You wiped the remainder of your castle away.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry. Look, it’s easily fixable!” He exclaimed as you watched him attempt to reconstruct your sandcastle.

“Tate, really. It’s okay.” You sent him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to.” He rubbed small circles on your back. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

You pretended to think for a moment before bursting out into small giggles.

“You can..” You paused. “Jump into the water with your socks on.”

You can remember that day so clearly. Tate did end up jumping in with his dry socks on. Really, he would do anything if it meant that you would be happy.

“Whatcha thinking about, babe?” He questioned as he looked at your puzzled expression.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking of the time you jumped in the water with your socks on just to make me feel better about you stepping on my sandcastle.” You smiled at the memory.

“My feet were so cold that day.” He joked and you playfully pushed him. “I never did help you rebuild it, did I?”

“What?” You questioned.

But by the time you could fully process it, Tate was already constructing a miniature sandcastle just like the one you built as a kid.

“And, done.” He said as he tapped the top of the miniature castle. He looked at you in amusement and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You are such a dork.” You joked as you pulled him in to kiss his lips.

“I love you so much.” He said in between kisses.

“I love you too, my sweet boy.” You smiled sweetly as you pulled away, stroking his hair.

(a/n: the kid!tate part of this story was heavily inspired by @mrs-march-ahs ’s version, so pls go read hers if u can! it’s called ‘the evans when they were kids’ <3)

[thesweetestkimberry]

(icy) hot chocolate

pairings: shoto todoroki x reader

summary: not only are you homesick, but you’ve also harbored feelings for the icy hot student in your class.

warnings: might be a curse?, ooc, doesn’t make sense, mentons of selena and chocolate de la abuelita 🤷🏽‍♀️

notes: pls have mercy, it was like,, 2 am, this one hops around and i might take it down,, but enjoy anyway !

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after you’d finished your homework, or what you wanted to finish, you were left feeling a bit disheartened. your family sent you to this school in hopes of you being able to master and better your quirk, even going so far as to give you the opportunity to become a world renowned hero.

so after saying your goodbyes to your friends and family, you were on your way to japan.

the transition was slightly difficult, especially considering the amount of culture shock. the manners and daily life was so different from what you were used to, however it was helpful to have a few staff and students speak english to aid you.

Aizawa knew a bit of english, mostly due to being friends with present mic. all might spoke english as well, along with some students who were able to hold conversations with you in said language. momo and todoroki were the ones you mostly conversed with, momo was nice enough to help you in classes and in anything you had difficulty understanding.

you only knew shoto spoke english when he asked you a question one day during lunch. a non important one, but it sounded fluent enough, only responding with how his father put him and his siblings through private education during their younger years. apparently that’s where he began to learn the language.

you’d gotten along with the class pretty well, your personality allowing for a little bit of everyone to want to befriend you. despite all that, something drew you to the dual quirk user. was it his looks? his quiet nature? maybe his obliviousness that you sometimes found endearing.

it wasn’t long before the girls were able to tell that you’d been less than sneakily about eyeing him.

“you like him!” mina shouted one day at lunch, your hand slapping over her mouth to quiet her, the outburst earning a few confused glances from your other classmates.

“ooo (y/n)’s got a crush?” kaminari teasingly asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, “let go of her dipshit!” sero scolds, reaching over to yank his friends arm off you. you send him a grateful look, only to have it turn into one of disgust.

“did you just lick my hand!?” you shout, furiously wiping it on mina’s uniform, watching her laugh.

“but seriously (y/n), you can’t hide it from me!” she said in a sing-song voice, poking a finger at your chin and using it to turn your head to where todoroki was sitting, next to iida and midoriya.

“no way! you have a thing for todoroki?” denki announced, you and sero smacking him to shut him up.

your breath hitched when you turned to check if shoto had heard you, only to see his mismatched colored eyes staring right back at you.

you squeaked and ducked your head, covering your face with your arms, suddenly wishing someone’s quirk could just make you disappear.

with a few muttered apologies from denki, lunch had ended, and back to class you all went. you hoped and prayed you didn’t have to interact with shoto anytime soon.

as if the ancient deities of the past answered your prayers, you didn’t have to be in close quarters with him until classes ended, meaning you’d all be going back to the dorms.

forgoing dinner, you sat in your room, embarrassed.

“oh god, i bet he thinks i’m fucking weird.” you groan, flopping down onto your bed you palm your eyes. the sensation causing bursts of light to seemingly appear behind your closed lids. adding onto your embarrassment, you’d become upset, resulting in wondering about how things could be different back home.

of course this trivial little mishap didn’t deter you from wanting to attend UA, but it did make you wish you had advice from your friends and family back home. finding yourself missing them, you checked the time, realize it’s midnight. way past curfew.

you also realize that you’re craving something sweet. walking over to your little pantry, you pulled out a familiar pack of hot chocolate.

making your way quietly and carefully out your room, you hopped into the elevator and made your way down.

unbeknownst to you, someone had crept out of their room and pressed the button for the elevator, bringing it back up as you exited, walking to the kitchen.

you hummed to yourself, a familiar tune of a cumbia by a famous singer from your parents’ time.

pointing yourself some milk in a pot, you unwrapped the brick of a chocolate, savoring the smell. you broke the chocolate along it’s grooves, about to add in enough for you, only for a cough to draw your attention.

your head shot up at the sound, your voice caught in your throat at the boy who stared back at you

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to disturb you.” he says slowly walking up to where you were, “todoroki!” you exclaim in surprise.

“what are you doing up? i didn’t wake you up did it?” you ask him, worried you had disturbed his rest with your noise.

“don’t be silly. i already happened to be awake, i also heard you humming, what was it?” he asks, finally making his way next to you, so close that your shoulders were almost brushing, “oh! it’s called dreaming of you.” you inform him, dropping in the chinch of chocolate into the now warm milks

“want some?” you ask, gesturing to the pot you were stirring. “what is it?” he questions, leaning down and catching a whiff of the mixture, “it’s hot chocolate.” you respond.

“hot chocolate? it’s a beverage correct?” he asks, the question making you look up in surprise.

“yeah, it is. but why do you say it like you’ve never tried it.” you joke, waiting for a laugh or smile, only to receive a blank look.

“oh my god! you’re trying some.” you say definitely, watching his brows shoot up, “are you sure? i wouldn’t want to be a bother.” he says with a pink tint to his cheeks that you don’t seem to notice,

“just give me a few minutes and it’ll be ready.” you say adding in an extra chunk of chocolate for shoto, mixing it in and watching the milk turn a darker shade of brown.

“my grandmother used to make this for me all the time,” you share, watching how he stared at you intently, “she even used to add cinnamon.” you continue, making sure the chocolate has melted completely before turning off the stove.

before you could move, shoto beat you to the cabinet where he retrieved two mugs, yours and his.

shortly after moving into the dorms, the whole class had gone out to the mall in search of things that would make the dorms more homey, and to avoid any confusion, you all decided to get individual mugs.

yours was shaped like a frog, whereas shoto’s was a red and white striped mug, for obvious reasons.

serving the hot drink, you carefully handed shoto his. as he took the mug, your fingers brushed gently against one another, the feeling shooting a warm feeling throughout both your bodies.

the two of you quickly part, blushing and turning away from one another.

“careful, it’s hot.” you warn, although feeling stupid because of his quirk, “i can cool it down.” he says simply, placing the mug in his right hand.

“i... i overheard denki say something during lunch.” he said after a brief pause, your body freezing and nearly dropping the mug in your hands. quickly setting it down, you bowed your head, afraid to meet his eyes.

“i’m sorry about that, you must think i’m weird.” you apologize, still not meeting his gaze, unaware of how soft it fell on you.

“no not at all.” came his response, his answer shocking you. “in fact,” he says, setting down his mug, “i’m glad you feel the same way.”

his words made you nearly jump out in joy, your heart screaming and face flushing.

“feel the same way?..” you ask, slightly disbelieving his words, “yes, about having feelings for you. i have for quite a bit now.” he admits, a pink blush looking beautiful on his skin.

“todoroki i,” “shoto, please.” he cuts you off, “shoto... i-i feel the same way, although you already knew that.” you groan, a blush taking over your features as well.

“would it be alright of me to ask if you’d like to join me for an evening out?” he says shyly looking at you, his eyes darting between you and your mugs on the counter.

“are you asking me on a date?” you confirm, watching as he nods before standing straight and looking into your eyes, “yes.” was all he could say, a faint flame lighting up in his hair and on his shoulder.

“of course,” you answer, watching his face light up, his eyes showing how truly happy he was, even is his mouth only showed the hint of a smile.

“but you have to try the hot chocolate or else i’m not going.” you tease, watching him scramble to retrieve his mug, “calm down,” you giggle, “i’m only joking.”

he stares at you, a faint smile still on his lips, “well, here’s to us.” he toasts quietly, tapping your mug with his before raising it to his lips, taking a sip.

you gouged for his reactions smiling wide into your mug when you saw his eyes widen, “this is delicious.” he says looking at you, holding the drink close to his chest, “i’m glad you enjoy it, it’s mostly a comfort drink for me.” you say taking a few sips of your own.

“thank you for allowing me to share this drink with you.” he says gently nudging your shoulder with his, the action surprising you.

“thank you for reciprocating my feelings.” you say, daring to rest your head against his shoulder, considering he was slightly taller than you were.

“how could i not? you’re everything.”

[stubbychaos]

Saviin’ika Chapter 13 Sneak Peek

So I wasn’t sure what part of this chapter I should post as a sneak peek and I had a few different parts I was super excited about, but after the last episode of the Mandalorian, it felt only fitting to include the Razor Crest :( </3

No warnings for this sneak peek, other than Paz and Din being big dumb himbos (We love to see it) thank you @datmando​ for letting me scream at you all day about this🥺😭

“I never thought I would ever see anything like this,” You find yourself eventually whispering without even thinking about it, and Paz’s visor instantly jolts upwards to meet your sad gaze, “Whenever my mother and I would look up at the stars and wish to run away from Nevarro, we thought we were just being foolish and far too hopeful. I never would have thought…” Immediately, your warrior grows quiet and solemn, staring up at you as you eventually find your words, “I wish she could see how pretty this is. Maybe she’s here with us--somewhere in the stars.”

He doesn’t say anything after that and perhaps he doesn’t know what to say as you simply rest against the pilot’s chair with quiet reverence, still not quite registering that you are no longer on your home planet. The typically talkative warrior grows quiet, simply letting his leather-clad palms rest upon the blue Beskar covering his thighs as the two of you watch the long streams of starlight together. You can tell that there’s so much he wants to stay, though he refrains as the doors to the cockpit promptly slide open and you quickly turn around at the same time Paz does, both of your gazes meeting the tense bounty hunter’s visor.

“You got a problem, Djarin?”

“Yeah,” Din scoffs, causing the blue warrior to rise to his feet and you let out an exasperated sigh, resting a hand on the Beskar covering Paz’s belly, “You’re in my seat.”

Paz simply grunts as you keep your hand firmly pressed against his abdomen, hopefully swaying him from attempting to strike the hunter. You anxiously shift your gaze between the fearsome warriors, trying to think of some solution to get rid of the tension that is oh so palpable in the small cockpit, though you’ve spent enough time with Mandalorians to know that the majority of them are stubborn and hot-headed. As the two continue to stare each other down, you fear that one of them is actually going to kill the other, going against the whole reason why the Armorer tasked you to take care of both Mandos.

“Do you know where we’re going?” You randomly inquire, effectively distracting both of them as you peer up at Paz with wide eyes, a confused hum slipping past his vocoder as he immediately forgets about Din, “Well, I was just wondering because we told Odisian we would buy something special for him. Do you think that where we’re going, there will be a good marketplace to find him a good gift?”

Before Paz can answer, the hunter speaks in a quiet, albeit strained, rasp.

“Odisian?”

His curiosity surprises you and Paz instantly tenses up, making you think there’s something he’s not telling you, though you decide it can wait until later. You offer Din a soft smile at the mention of the youngling that had been struggling to say goodbye to you just moments ago, “Yes, the child that I mentioned before--the reason why we were late. He was really upset that Paz and I were leaving, but we promised to bring back something special for him. D-Do you know if there’s a marketplace where we’re going?”

Another blanket of awkward silence coats the cockpit, your hand still pressed against Paz’s Beskar-clad stomach as you patiently wait for the hunter’s answer. For a moment, you don’t think he’s going to say anything, perhaps thinking your question to be insignificant or silly, and you remember his hesitation long ago when you had asked him what he would do if his quarry was a child. It didn’t make sense to you and it still doesn’t--the way he had hesitated, given the fact that he’s a foundling himself--and you suddenly regret bringing up Odisian to Din, thinking he must not understand why you’re so excited to find the perfect gift for the child.

“We’re not here for a shopping trip,” Din eventually grunts and your shoulders slump a little, though he quietly speaks upon noticing the way you smile sadly and nod, “But I... I think there might be some sort of shopping center where we’re going, since the planet is heavily populated. If we have time, we’ll check it out.”

Without another word, he pushes past you and Paz, and you gaze up at the blue warrior with a small smile, though he seems utterly unamused and unsatisfied with the hunter’s clipped answer. Feeling as though a little progress has been made, you tug Paz back to your seats, though curiosity gets the better of you before he can sit down, “Will you show me around the ship?”

Both of their helmets jolt to the side to meet your owlish gaze, though you’re only staring up at your warrior as he lets out a staticky sigh, nodding his scuffed helmet in a jolting manner and muttering something that sounds threatening to the hunter as you’re led out of the cockpit.

“Let’s go, Saviin’ika.”

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[rvmmm21]

. six things vampires love about puppies .

[vampiremum!irene x puppy!wendy]

. . . . .

In Joohyun’s definitely unbiased opinion, Seungwan has too many habits that make her the cutest girl in the world. 

Here are just a few of her favourites:

one: 

Mornings aren’t the best, the vampiress especially can attest to that. But luckily, they have ‘Sunshine Time’ before school. Just as the gentle morning rays peep through the curtains, Joohyun dutifully rouses little puppy, peppering kisses over soft ears, feeling her actions prompt a string of tiny yawns, one big stretch, and the groggiest little mumble of “luv u mummie”. Joohyun’s heart sings at the sound of her title, and she tells her Wannie that she’ll never stop loving her too. They brush their teeth, but before they even think about getting ready for the big day of learning ahead, Joohyun’s bent forward with Seungwan’s both hands around her wrist as she toddles over to the window. 

She’s aimed for her favourite spot in the house, other than the play room, of course. It’s a homemade bed thing that Joohyun had crafted from an old duvet and some spare blankets. Joohyun thinks it kind of looks like a dog bed, but she only smiles when Seungwan gravitates towards it, knowing the penny will drop when little puppy is older. Within minutes, they’re in their routine position; Wannie snuggled into her blankies and the vampiress sitting right where the light draws the line into darkness. Joohyun’s knees hurt sometimes from the strain of how she’s sitting– staying in the dark but also reaching over as much as she can to give Seungwan the head pats she deserves (and whines if she doesn’t constantly get).

Because it’s still relatively early in the morning, Joohyun more often than not finds that Seungwan’s checked into Dreamland yet again. An adoring sigh leaves her as she detaches herself and lightly pads over to the wardrobe to get her uniform out while her snoozy puppy snores lightly in her puddle of sunshine.

They’ll pack lunch together.

. . . . . 

two:

Seungwan’s sense of smell is vigorous, which is great because it’s also how she shows affection. Sometimes, Joohyun will find herself with a chestful of mopey puppy in the middle of the day while she’s doing whatever she’s doing. She presses her nose into Joohyun’s clothes, or even just her collarbone and takes lungfuls of her mummy’s scent. 

“What’s the matter, puppy?” she coos, gently tilting her sniffling Wannie away from her.

Seungwan’s too upset to talk. She wriggles, wanting to latch on again. But Joohyun won’t give in. Not yet.

She takes the tip of a velvet ear between her fingers, giving it a few soft rolls and watching erratic breathing calm down. Truthfully, there’s no need to even ask what the matter is. Those teary eyes can hide nothing from her.

So she resigns, letting Seungwan quietly cuddle into her front.

“It’s maths homework, isn’t it?”

There’s a small nod against her followed by heavy inhales. The vampiress whispers to her baby until the hiccups even out and Seungwan is sound asleep. They’ll work on those equations later on.

Joohyun swears if maths were a person, they’d rue the day they ever hurt her Wannie.

. . . . .

three:

On a slightly more serious note, Joohyun has had to have some talks with her baby about self-assurance and dignity. It was on a walk one afternoon, and Seungwan had seen some other kids over by the swings.

“Swings! Push Wannie?”

Seungwan is always this excited about swings. Swingy Time gets her Wannie just as hyper as Swimmy Time. Joohyun holds her hand as they approach the swingset, ready to wait their turn. She looks down to see a tail held high, poking from underneath the seam of her puffy winter coat, something she learnt puppies do when they’re feeling friendly and happy.

That is, until Seungwan realises that, on second thought, she… didn’t really want to go on the swings after all.

As they near, the vampiress swallows a surprised gasp when Seungwan just… anchors herself to the ground. It takes her a while to figure it out, but when she observes closer, the problem shows itself larger than life. 

They’re not hybrids, just regular children.

A pang of heartache twists into her chest as she watches tiny hands move at the speed of light, furiously tucking her tail up and under her coat so it’s way out of sight before making grabs with outstretched arms at the baseball cap on Joohyun’s head.

She knows what Seungwan is doing, but she asks anyway, ready to teach her. “Why, baby?”

Guilty ears flip back and sadly droop down. Seungwan knows she’s been read, but she can’t help it! Those kids are going to run away if they see gross dog ears sticking out of her head!

“G-gib Wannie,” she pouts, quickly remembering her manners when Joohyun raises a brow down at her, “pl-please… mummie.”

“You’re hiding your ears, aren’t you?” The vampiress crouches. “Wan-ah, don’t do that. Don’t hide those cute ears and that happy tail. Mummy loves those so much.”

Seungwan is all but convinced. You may like it, mummie, but– ”when they see, they say Wannie’s weird.”

It’s time to be firm, and Joohyun holds a pouting puppy still. “Look at me, baby.”

Teary eyes meet hers.

“Those kids are not going to make fun of you. And if they do, then mummy won’t be happy with them. And you know what that means, right?”

Seungwan can’t hide her evil smirk. Extra brussel sprouts for their dinners.

“You’re not weird for having these,” she emphasises her point by smoothing a warm, chocolate ear and Seungwan’s eyes begin to close. She squeaks when Joohyun moves to untuck her tail from the base of her coat. “Or this.”

She’ll save the real talks about self-esteem and insecurities for when her puppy is older, but for now, Seungwan just needs to know that her mummy will have her back, come what may.

Hand in hand, they make their way over to the swings and the playing children. And aside from the initial blatant questioning about where she got those added features, Seungwan made a few new friends at the park that day.

(Joohyun was ever ready to pounce at the slightest hint of mean-spiritedness she felt– but she realised that it was just that no beating around the bush way that kids ask questions). 

. . . . .

four:

Oh, oh, okay. So Seungwan is a nervous little puppy as much as she’s a friendly one, right? And Joohyun finds that hilarious and heart-wrenching all at once when she watches her pup trying to make new friends but can’t seem to find the right way to introduce herself. It takes all her cooperating brain cells to not either roll about laughing or scoop the little thing up and smother her in reassuring kisses when the ‘I’m Shy, It’z Me’ stance comes out. 

Ears pressed flat, eyes burrowed into the ground, tail stiffer than a wooden plank.

The other hybrid kid pokes unsure, searching sniffs at the air around her, clearly very interested in becoming friends.

Aigo, you need a boost, don’t you baby, Joohyun coos, coming up with her magic hands to help her relax. “Wannie, come on. Say hello.”

She gives her shivering puppy a few butt pats to ease the tension. “Aigo, Chaengie won't bite. Look, she’s curling her tail! She wants to play with you, Wannie!”

A coffee-coloured ear springs back up, curiously folding over as Seungwan cocks her head. Chaengie wants to play too? She quickly glances back up at her mummy, as if double-checking with her that that really was the case.

“Mhm,” the vampiress assures with a few more tail pats of encouragement. “What have we said about manners, Wan? What do we do when someone’s happy to see us?”

Seungwan pauses for a second, but eventually looks up with soft, shiny eyes, whispering, “wag tail, mummie.”

Joohyun thinks Seungwan’s innocence in situations like these is astounding, but she knows she’s got the right idea. She smiles and nods in affirmative praise. 

We show them we’re happy to see them too– 

– so yes, puppy, wag tail. 

“Good girl! Go on, you can do it.” Her comforting presence takes a flame to the frozen fluff, and it begins to swish back and forth. Tentatively at first, but then like a speedboat motor, a couple hours later when they’re frolicking in the park, playing tag and one hundred percent best friends now.

Joohyun and Jisoo watch from afar, wondering how those silly kids were ever so shy in front of each other in the first place.

. . . . .

five: 

If Joohyun has one complaint, it would be the misfortune of physical growth. The vampiress misses the times where her arm span alone was enough to wrap puppy in a burrito hug during movie nights or… whenever a set of curious eyes spied her mummy’s arms lacking in… well, her. Unfortunately nowadays it’s a bit harder to cocoon her baby like she used to so easily do, only because Seungwan’s sprouted a few inches skywards. But Seungwan doesn’t know that. She still thinks she’s as little as she was when her mummy had spooked her and taken her home that night. 

And Joohyun’d be damned if she ever changed that.

. . . . . 

six:

Turns out that one way ticket to Nibble City was actually an All Seasons VIP Pass, because Seungwan is unstoppable.

Whenever she finds something she really, really loves, she does these little nibbles on them to show it. And it isn’t just limited to her dino-shaped butter biscuits or Pippin either. There are many things she loves! Mummy the most, of course. And then there are the inanimate objects.

As much as Joohyun doesn’t mind it, Wannie’s habit can prove to be a challenge. Especially when she finds the corners of pillowcases suspiciously frayed when she’s having guests over, or when she’s trying to stir Yerimie’s favourite kimchi soup, only to pick up the wooden ladle and find its handle all wet and indented with tiny teeth.

“Seung-Wan-ah!” she calls… in that tone.

That tone that soon has muffled, panicked thuds reverberating through the house as a little someone makes a break for her toy fort where she’ll be safe from the dragon’s wrath. 

She thinks she’s so slick until the dragon herself barges through that door, effortlessly bypassing all Seungwan’s meticulous booby traps and her blue blanket moat. Her castle, her safehold has just been ruined! All lines of defence defeated by the monster herself!

Her fort is under siege, so like any good ruler, Seungwan resorts to playing the deadest of dead. It’s never very effective though, because with just a few tickles, the dragon is able to conjure an innocent little puppy back to life.

“Wannie….” 

“Yis, mummie?” she replies, giggling softly.

And then the dragon’s gone and her mummy is back all of a sudden.

Joohyun shakes her head at how easy it is for Seungwan to make her forget why she was mad in the first place.

. . . . .

There are so many more things to list, and the vampiress could go on for centuries about Seungwan’s endearing quirks.

So perhaps she will, but for now, it’s time for a dino-shaped butter biscuit and some cuddles.

See you soon!

small note: this makes me think of you. when you see this, i hope you smile too.

an even smaller note: not proofread. i'll do that in a sec. but i missed them so much too! didn't expect to churn this out at this time but here we go.

[1a-imagines]

An uncanny pair

Characters: wolf!Bakugo

Overview: After saving a dying wolf you made an unlikely friend, but how much will it cost you in the end?

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

A/n: i for real finished writing this whole thing and my brain was like. "Ok but, this concept would've been a better-" BUT I ALREAdY WROTE IT NOW U DUMBASS.

Smh

Anyway pls enjoy :>

"Don't you go too far into the woods, misses!" The old lady scolded you, she may be short but she also knew how intimidating. She was glaring at you with intense amber eyes, her lips pulled into a deep frown. You’d be a fool not to listen to her warning. Not to mention, you had seen her wrath first hand.

That poor thief… he did not see the old lady coming. You still recalled the day the thief entered her shop, with a shiver, he could never have known that this little old lady held immense power. You didn’t even understand why your town bothered knights and hunters, she seemed to be stronger than all of them combined.

“Yes Ma’am!” you saluted in a silly manner and the old lady hit your ankles with her cane. You let out a grunt and brought up your leg to rub the now red patch of skin on your foot with a frown. “At least you know how to show your elders some respect. Remember to be back before dark or else the whole town will panic and send out a search party. I don’t want to deal with that kind of headache.” The old lady continued to lecture you as you adjusted the bag by your side. You had to hold back the need to roll your eyes at her exaggeration, You didn’t even cause that much trouble!

“What would make you think that? I hold no importance here! Besides it’s only a 40 minute walk to the next town, I’ll be fine..” You shot back.

The town you were going to was much bigger than your own and therefore had a better range of supplies she only needed to buy some ingredients for dinner tonight. Her friends were coming to visit and she wanted to prepare something nice for them. “Perhaps not, but you’re friends with those two knights? Are you not? You know if you don't return before dark they’ll worry and bother all their fellow knight friends to go searching for you.”

You hummed at her reply, Izuku and Iida did tend to worry a bit too much. Uraraka would be sure to panic too. You recalled the first time they panicked and sent out a whole search party when you hadn’t returned before sunset. You had fallen down a small hill and twisted your ankle, so maybe you should feel lucky to have friends who cared about you so much? Otherwise, you would have been there for- who knows how long?

“I promise I’ll be back before dark, you don’t have to worry. I make this journey almost every week and nothing bad ever happens.” She reassured the little old lady who let out a sigh of exhaustion. “I’ll be holding you to that young lady- now run along.” She shooed you away and you smiled, sending her a wave.

You were thankful she took it upon herself to watch out and care for you. You lived alone in a cottage at the edge of town, You were very secluded and had no family to look out for you. That little old lady was the only person you had, and despite her slightly strict rules, and tough love, you appreciated and loved her as if she were your own grandmother.

You smiled as the edge of the forest came into view. There was something so great about being able to escape the town for a while and have some peace. Some might find it strange you enjoyed the forests so much, especially with all the monsters and danger that could be lurking about. Usually, monsters only came out at night, so you didn’t feel unsafe or anything, besides, you were pretty good at combat so you were confident you’d hold up well in a fight.

Still, most people preferred the comfort of the town. It had security, protection, there weren’t many things to worry about when in the town. There was food on your table and knights guarding your home to keep you safe.

But sometimes it got a bit suffocating. You liked to go on adventures, to feel free and see new things. Not to say you didn’t like your town. It was nice, everyone was like a big family, even if you lived alone you had many others who cared for you, who you could rely on. You felt pretty lucky to be a part of that town.

The forest was just a secret pleasure you liked escaping to every now and then.

You silently enjoyed your nature walk, keeping to the path as you indulge in the chirping of birds and the rustling of the trees. There was a gentle breeze, it was cool against your skin. Which was much appreciated since the sun was shining bright today.

It didn’t take much longer to get to the town.

Despite arriving early morning you ended up staying most of the day, looking around at all the expensive things you could only dream of buying, You greedily eyed down all of the delicious baked goods and foods the town had to offer, they made your stomach rumble and your mouth drool but you had only brought enough money for the ingredients you needed so you were left to silently drool.

Eventually, you tore yourself away from window shopping and gathered all the ingredients you needed for the dinner tonight.

You took one last stroll around the town, admiring how much bigger it was than your own, how the houses looked a lot more sturdy, how the streets were busy with people rushing around as if they have somewhere important to be. It was a completely different world to your own and you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it, no matter how many times you visited this place.

When you noticed the sun was getting closer to the mountain tops over the horizon you figured it was time to go home, you didn’t want to anger your granny by being late, especially not after her warnings.

As you walked back through the forest you noticed the air was a lot more chilly that this morning, there were no birds this time and the cold made you tighten your cloak around you. Nevertheless, you enjoyed the serenity all the same.

That was, until your peaceful walk was interrupted by a loud cry.

Not a human cry, but something else.

Your footsteps halted as you looked around for the source of the noise. You couldn’t see anything. It was silent for a while but you didn’t feel comfortable walking away, whatever it was, it sounded like it was in a lot of pain.

A few minutes later another cry sounded out and you were able to follow the general direction it was coming from. You followed the sound away from the footpath, your kind-hearted nature wouldn’t allow you to walk away, or maybe it was just curiosity? Either way, you went to investigate. You scanned through the trees until you eventually saw a patch of blood on the grass floor. Your lips parted as you gasped, the trail of blood led into a group of bushes. You bit your lip.

It seemed suspicious.

Luckily you had remembered your pocket knife. Your hand hovered over the knife on your belt as you followed the blood. You walked through the greenery, shuffling through the bushes, and on the other side found yourself at the bottom of a cliff, bushes surrounded the area keeping it closed off and a singular tree stood to the right.

You gasped again upon seeing a wolf under the tree. Its ash-blond fur was matted with spots of blood, it was laying on its side, panting, it’s eyes were shut so it mustn’t have noticed you yet.

It looked weak, clearly badly injured. You could tell the damage was coming from it’s, right, back leg. You could see the blood was still pouring out of the would and creating a pool under its body. Had it stepped into a trap? Hunters often set those so they could gather wolf pelts, though if that was the case he would still be trapped, right? Maybe it had gotten into a fight? Or maybe hunters had found it wandering about and attacked?

You shook your head.

Now was not the time to be pondering on the possibilities. The poor thing was in a lot of pain. If you didn’t stop the bleeding then it could die!

However, wolves are dangerous creatures… especially when they’re dying and in a lot of pain. You cautiously took a step forward but upon making your movement its red eyes shot open. They landed on you and you were met with a very threatening, warning growl. Even if you knew there was no way it was in any condition to get up and attack you, it’s deep growl made your heart jump into your throat. Your hands began to shake but you forced yourself to calm down. You stopped walking forward and held up your hands to show you were of no threat. “It’s ok... I just want to help.”

‘Why am I speaking to a wolf like it can understand me?’ you sighed at your idiocy but to your surprise; the growling stopped.

Those piercing red eyes stayed on you, cutting into your soul with a deadly glare. The poor thing looked so weak and yet it was still trying to be threatening. Obviously it did not trust you. You noticed its eyes moved down to your belt and upon seeing your knife it growled again. You unclipped it from your belt and did the stupidest thing you’ve probably done in your whole life.

You threw it away, out of reach.

The wolf’s hardened gaze was still fixated on you but it noticeably relaxed a little seeing you unarmed now. You slowly approached and with no more growling or warnings from the wolf you kneeled down beside it.

The closer you got the more you could see just how hurt it was. Maybe it was a fight after all?

The wound was deep but it wasn’t in a vital area, which made this a lot easier on you. All you had to do was clean it and bandage it up. It looked like a stab wound, maybe it was hunters after all?

You leaned over and reached into your bag, grabbing the flask of water you carried with you. You realised you didn’t have any spare cloth and sighed. You took off your cloak and gently poured some water from your flask onto a corner part of it. You could still feel the wolf's intense gaze on you, watching to see what you were doing. It made you gulp, knowing that if you made any wrong move it would without a doubt attack you. You were close enough for it to take a good chunk out of your arm now.

You turned to meet it’s red eyes. “This will hurt a bit, I’m going to clean it, please don’t kill me-” You pleaded, not sure if it would lash out at you for causing it more pain by touching its wound- even if you were just trying to help it might not understand that.

You turned to the wound, it seemed to be the only wound it had, it looked really dirty,  if you didn’t do this it would get infected.

You swallowed your fear and lightly pressed the cloth onto the wound.

The wolf growled at the pain after feeling the pressure onto its open wound. You waited until it relaxed a bit and pressed the cloth down again, only applying a gentle pressure as you to get rid of all the dirt, trying not to hurt it more. You were surprised it was being so obedient. It wasn’t making any moves to attack you, it just lay there, glaring at you and letting out the odd sigh or growl of pain. Maybe it realised that you were no threat after all?

Once you were satisfied that the wound was clean and wouldn’t get infected you realised you’d have to use something to bandage it with so it didn’t keep losing blood. You looked down at your cloak, part of it already bloodied, and sighed.

You began to rip up the fabric, for once you felt glad that you were poor and unable to afford fancy, non-flimsy materials, it made ripping it up a lot easier on you.

You ripped up the non dirty corner of your cloak and cautiously wrapped the fabric around it’s leg, making sure it was tight enough to hold the blood in. You sat back on your knees, taking in how the wolf lay there, still unable to stand.

You pressed your lips in a thin line. There was no way it would be able to walk back to it’s pack in this condition.

Your eyes lit up as you remembered the food you had bought from town. You reached back over for the bag and pulled out some raw meat you had intended to cook up for the dinner but- well... This was more important. You unwrapped the meat from the bag, and the wolf's nose twitched at the smell of food. It looked over to you, its eyes no longer glaring but rather staring at the food with a longing look. It must be starving.

You chuckled at its expression and placed the meat down next to its head. “Here you go, you can have it.” you smiled and watched as the wolf greedily ate up your offering of food. As it ate the raw meat you reached back for the flask of water. You had no bowl to put it in for the wolf to drink up so you decided you’d have to help hydrate it yourself. This would help give it the strength it needed to get back home.

After it finished devouring the meat you held up the flask. “It’s water, you lost a lot of blood so you need to drink it all up!” You told it, the wolf huffed but in its weak state it could only comply. You slowly poured the water down and it lapped up whatever it could. Once it emptied you placed everything back into your bag, even your ruiner coak which you would have to throw away now.

You got comfy, you didn’t want to leave it here alone in case something came out and took advantage of it’s weakened state.

You had to admit, you were a bit prideful of yourself. Seeing that the wolf was already looking much better than when you had found it made you feel really good. You were actually able to help save its life and it made your heart swell with joy.

Now that the worry of the wolf bleeding out and dying had gone the situation had become a lot clearer to you. You were actually sitting in front of a wolf, feeding it, taking care of it- they were one of the most aggressive creatures around these forests- Well at least to humans. Not that you could blame them, hunters often tried killing and capturing them, so of course they’d want to attack humans, they probably had no trust in your kind.

Oh boy, if your town could see you now they’d call you crazy for approaching a wolf. In fact, if they saw the wolf here they’d no doubt capture and kill it. You didn’t agree with that mindset, maybe it made you weak but you’d rather be weak than be a monster. You found wolves to be wonderful creatures, from what you knew they were very intelligent and loyal animals. You didn’t want to harm them, in fact, you always liked the idea of having a pet wolf.

You were lost in thought for so long you barely even realised when the wolf began slowly pushing itself up, wobbling in the process since it could only use three of its legs. When you noticed it limping away towards the bushes it had no doubt came from you shot up from the ground. “Wait! You’re still hurt, you should rest-” A growl cut you off, the wolves eyes glaring at you as if you had just threatened it. You tensed up for a second, you thought it might attack you but when it turned around and limped away again you sighed in relief.

“Get home safe!” You smiled, you knew it heard you as its ear twitched at your words but it didn’t stop to look back at you and eventually it disappeared into the trees.

You looked back at the puddle of blood it had left behind and exhaled through your nose.

Being near a wolf for more than 5 seconds and not dying? You were probably the first and only human to achieve that.

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Despite the lack of meat in the dish the dinner with your friends had gone pretty well. Luckily you had bought all those herbs and spices, it really helped to keep it from being too bland. Not to mention spending quality time with those three was always a treat!

Luckily You had managed to make it back before the moon showed up, which meant you had avoided any and all lectures from the townspeople.

Last night when you had returned home you noticed that some blood had gotten onto your clothes from when you were tending to the wolf, you were lucky enough that no one had seen you come back from your trip, or else they would have most definitely questioned why you had blood stains all over you.

Currently, you were on your way to the creeks to wash the stains out. You had made sure to keep out of sight again to avoid any suspicion. When you eventually got to the lake you knelt down beside the water, rolling up your sleeves and began cleaning your dirty clothes. Even with the use of soap, the stains were taking a long time to rub out. Then again, you had never gotten blood stains on your clothes. Maybe you’d have to throw these out? Maybe you just needed to let them soak in the water for a while?

You sighed, your arms aching from the gruelling task. You really didn’t want to throw these out! The thought of having to save up and buy new clothes only made you scrub harder. Especially when there was nothing wrong with these ones- well, minus the blood stains.

You were so busy wrestling with the stains and grumbling to yourself that you didn’t notice the figure approaching you.

You heard a huff come from behind you and whipped around in fright, though that soon disappeared when your eyes landed on the wolf from yesterday, it was sitting directly behind you, red eyes staring into your own with annoyance. Its leg was miraculously all healed up, not even a scar was left in its wake. Which seemed impossible to you but you were glad it was doing better.

“Oh, it’s you again. What are you doing here? Isn’t it dangerous to be so close to a town full of humans?” You questioned, and the wolf trudged forward, you noticed it had something in its mouth. The wolf placed the cloth from your cloak onto the ground in front of you, the same cloth you had torn up and used to stop the bleeding on its leg yesterday. It sat back again and watched your reaction.

You breathed out in awe, it was almost like the wolf was trying to show you gratitude. Either it was a very smart wolf or…

You picked up the cloth, it was coated in bloodstains, of course, you had no use for these anymore, they were ruined and you had already thrown that cloak away but the gesture was enough to make these ruined rags hold so much meaning. Your hand clenched around the material and you smiled softly, it was incredible it had come back just for this. You had been sure you’d never see the wolf again. “Thank you.”

You finally spoke and the wolf turned its head away with a huff. Wolves were a very prideful bunch from what little you knew about them, so it was no doubt that this had probably taken a lot for him to do. To swallow his pride and come thank the human who had saved his life.

You turned back to your clothes and the wolf came and sat beside you, watching you as you cleaned. You felt powerful to have a wolf obediently sitting by your side, not that'd you admit it outloud, but you had always wanted a pet. “Are you sure you should stay here… it’s dangerous for your kind.” You spoke, glancing over at the wolf in time to see him growl in protest.

Looks like he was staying for a while.

You smiled and happily sat in silence with the wolf. You took note of the way it’s tail slightly swayed behind it. You giggled at the sign of contentment from it. Had you really created a bond with a wolf of all things? It seemed so far fetched and yet here you were.

Your eyes widened as you recalled your previous thoughts about the wolf. Curiosity got the better of you and without thinking you blurted out. “Are you a werewolf?”

The wolf tensed for a split second, but it's shock was soon replaced with a glare at you. You didn’t feel very threatened, it didn’t seem like it was going to hurt you or that it was really mad at you for your question.

You held up your hands, in the same way, you had done when you first encountered the injured wolf. “I-I Don’t mind if you are!!” You defended yourself, though it didn’t seem to believe you.

Humans were known for holding a deep hatred for werewolves. Though the way you were looking at him told him that you were being honest with him. You had also saved his life yesterday so he really had no reason not to believe you.

He sighed through his nose.

Your eyes widened as the fur on its body began to disappear, its features slowly becoming more human-like, though his ears, tail and teeth stayed the same. Luckily when he transformed he was wearing clothes. You might have died on the spot if he had been naked.

“You’re smarter than you look.” He grumbled, he looked slightly irritated as you stared at him in awe. Meeting a wolf was one thing but a werewolf!? You had only ever heard of them! Honestly? you were sure they were just myths! But now there was one sitting in front of you!

“Wow!” You gaped. Your eyes trailed up to his ears, they twitched atop of his head, his tail still absentmindedly swaying behind him. You suppressed a sequel, it was adorable- even with his piercing red eyes glaring at you.

He caught you gushing over his features and a grumble escaped his lips. As soon as he felt his cheeks heating up he turned his face away from you. "Dumbass human…" he grumbled under his breath, covering his embarrassment with annoyance. Why the hell did his cheeks suddenly feel so hot anyway!?

You sat back, scooching closer to him as your curiosity peaked, this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet a werewolf. You were still taking it all in. You had to stop yourself from reaching up and petting his big fluffy ears!

“So- is your leg doing ok?” You tilted your head, though your eyes were currently following his swishing tail.

“Yeah, I got it healed when I returned back to my pack.” He told you, pausing for a second as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his green jacket. You wanted to ask how it healed so quickly? That should be impossible? Did wolves have some sort of sacred healing techniques or did their race naturally heal fast? Werewolves were said to be much stronger than humans, maybe their bodies were able to heal fast? You had so many questions but before you could ask them he spoke up again.

“Thank you..” He grumbled out, you could tell by his expression alone that this was hard for him to say. He looked annoyed, embarrassed, but mostly irritated. Wolves really were a prideful bunch after all. It must have been hard for him to have a human of all things see him in such a weak state let alone help him and then have to thank them in return.

This was actually the first time in his life he had tried so hard to swallow his pride. The reason being that, even if he didn’t want to admit it, you saved his life. If you hadn't shown up he would have no doubt died in that spot. So even if his ego was taking a hit, he still wanted to thank you. He hadn’t expected a human of all things to save his life. All night he had been thinking about you, you hadn’t changed his perspective on humans but you had changed his perspective on you.

When he first saw you he thought you were going to finish him off, but you proved him wrong.

“Don’t worry about it! I’d be a monster if I left you to die there.” You replied and he almost scoffed at you. You sounded so naive like you had no idea of what humans really did to his kind. “How did you get hurt in the first place?” You added.

“Humans.” Was his quick reply, but upon seeing your curious stare he sighed and added. “Hunters caught up with me, I was trying to gather food and the bastard came out of nowhere and one got a good hit on me with his sword. I managed to get away and hide, then you showed up.” He snarled, his eyes glaring at the lake.

The sudden change in mood scared you. He looked really pissed, but you knew that anger was not directed at you. It must have been pretty traumatic for him, he almost died all alone by a tree. It must have been scary to think he might die like that and never see his loved ones again. You assumed that his fear must have bundled up and turned into anger now that he's had a day to process the events.

“Oh.” You replied, you weren’t  sure what to say. You were a human too, would he really take comfort from the same kind that had tried to kill him yesterday? “I’m sorry.”

“You should be, you also caused a shit ton of problems for me!” He muttered bitterly and your jaw dropped open. Why was he suddenly blaming you!? Was this really coming from the same guy who was just thanking you for saving his life a second ago!? “What!? I helped you!”

“Yeah, then I went back to the pack reeking of human and wearing a cloth that also reeked of human. I had to listen to a mouth full from my shitty old lady.” Despite his words his tone lacked any real bite to it, it seemed like he was just trying to blame you for something so he could get a slither of his pride back. You rolled your eyes and ignored the comment. “Whatever, I’m just glad you’re still alive.”

Your words must have knocked him speechless because he didn’t reply. He watched you as you went back to scrubbing your clothes.

How could a human be so nice? It went against everything he knew about humans, all he knew was that they were greedy, murderers, So how come you weren’t? His eyes turned into slits as he glared at the ground. He didn’t understand you and it pissed him off. The only reason you were alive right now was that you had saved his life. You confused him so much, you made him wonder if you were just doing all of this to gain something? You made no sense in his eyes and it made him want to punch the first tree he could find.

He didn’t like feeling so conflicted.

He heard you groaning as you vigorously rubbed at the material in your hands. He rolled his eyes. "Idiot!! All you're doing is rubbing the stains in more! That's not how you get blood out!"

"Well then how do you get blood out!? I've never had this problem before!" You snapped back and threw the clothes back into the water.

The wolf came up to you, looking over your shoulder to inspect the damage.

You felt your heart stop, he was so close. You could feel his breath against your skin, he was almost pressed right up against your back, he smelled like burnt firewood. It was nice, you smiled as red danced across your cheeks.

"They're ruined."

You snapped from your thoughts, feeling embarrassed indulging in the proximity. "Huh?"

"You're clothes, they're ruined. For good."

"Oh… really?" You pouted, looking down at them with longing eyes. It was one of your favoured outfits and now they were wrecked. "Yeah, you shouldn't have rubbed the blood stains."

You let out a sigh and sat back, giving up on the garments and staring out at the beautiful lake. It connected to the ocean and left a salty smell in the air. It sparkled under the sun, if you were alone right now you might have gone for a swim.

"The hell do you look so sad for?? Just have someone in your town make more." He said.

"Yeah but that costs money, and I don't have much money."

The wolf stared at you with a clueless look. "M..money?" He questioned and you turned your head to him, your lips parting in shock. Did he not know what money was?

"Yeah… you know.. you use it to pay for things? Like clothes and food. You give money in exchange for peoples goods and services."

The wolf stared at you like you had just sprouted another head. He blinked, he didn't understand the concept. You were suddenly curious as to how his society worked. "How do wolves pay for things?"

He scoffed." We don't! As a pack we all have our designated jobs, we help and look out for each other. The only thing we ask in return is loyalty."

You smiled at his reply. "That sounds kinda nice actually." The wolf sat down next to you again and there was a moment of silence as you both listened to the calming sounds of running water. It felt like you two were the only ones in the world, for a moment you felt like you had no worries. It was so peaceful

“How did you find me?” You suddenly asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. He scoffed at your stupid question. “Idiot, wolves can track scents. I had your clothes so I knew what you smelled like. It just followed it! I also figured you lived in a nearby town since you had a bag full of food and shit with you yesterday. You also weren’t equipped like a traveler so it wasn’t hard to guess.” he replied, though he sounded irritated he had to explain something so obvious to you. Maybe he didn’t realise that humans weren’t as good at tracking as wolves were?

You nodded, humming in reply, “Wolves have good tracking skills... I don’t really know much about werewolves. I’ve never even seen one since all the hunters chase them away from our towns and stuff. To be honest, I thought you guys were just a myth." You chuckled but stopped when you saw his lip pull back into a snarl. Maybe it wasn’t smart to talk about hunters around him, it seemed to anger him. Though.. A lot seemed to anger him.

At least you weren’t one of them.

"They don't chase us away! We just want nothing to do with your kind!!" He snarled and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Then how come you came back to see me?"

He tensed, his teeth clenching as his cheeks tinted red. "You're different! You saved my fucking life! And I-" you could feel the irritation rolling off of him, though you weren’t sure what was riling him up so much.

"You what?"

You heard him growl, it wasn’t aimed at you, you could tell that much since his eyes were focused on the lake in front of you two.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He admitted through gritted teeth. His hands clenching in frustration. "You're the first human I've met who I didn't want to rip apart. The first, stupid, niave, human who actually showed kindess. You helped me, you saved my fucking life and I hate that I wanted to see you again so badly, I hate that I couldn't stop myself from coming here." He exhaled through his nose, trying to calm himself down. "I hate that I'm curious about you enough to want to get to know you."

Your lips parted in shock. He looked so conflicted about not hating you. He wanted to hate you, but you were the reason he was still breathing right now so how could he? You could have finished him off, he was helpless in that moment. Yet you decided to save him? He can’t hate you, no matter what your race is.

"Well… for the record, I wanted to see you again too." You smiled at him and he turned to you, it was now his turn to be shocked. "I mean- it's not everyday you get to have your very own wolf friend." You laughed.

He grumbled, something about you being naive again but you chose to keep ignoring his insults. "Don't get used to it… if we keep hanging around each other someone’s going to get hurt. If your town finds out then those hunters will try to kill me," he smirked. "Or I'll kill them first. But either way, it’ll only end badly. So this is the last time we'll see each other."

Your eyebrows knitted together. "Who cares about them! Those hunters always ruin everything. I won’t let them ruin this too! They have no part of this and if they want to try to get involved then they'll have to go through me first!" You huffed, clenching your hands in front of you. The wolf was surprised to hear you speaking about your own kind with such a bitter voice. You really were a weird human, he had never met anyone like you. You seemed to like him over your own people? Or at least you were willing to choose him over them. You seemed to disagree with what they did. He never would have guessed a human like you could exist. Once he got over his initial shock a smirk settled onto his lips. “You’re not so bad… for a human.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh? Thanks.” You replied, not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult.

There was a small pause before the wolf beside you stood up. You panicked thinking he was going to leave but he walked towards the lake. “It’s too open here..”

“What?” You followed his suit and stood up.

He sighed in irritation before turning to you. “If you want to meet up again then it can’t be here. It’s too open.” A bright smile made its way to your face, your eyes lit up at the thought of being able to see him again and it made him grumble. You were way too happy over something so dumb...

“There’s always that forest spot we met in! It was pretty closed off! I don't think anyone would find us there.”

The wolf grinded his teeth together, It all felt so stupid. Why was he even agreeing to this! He was a wolf! You were a human! It felt so dumb to try and secretly meet up! For what reason were you two deciding to do this?! He only came to thank you so he could peacefully sleep at night without feeling guilty about not showing you gratitude, so he could keep his pride, so he could stop thinking of you every second of the damn day. Sure- it had only been one day since you saved him but he was quick to anger. Yet here he was, making plans to see you again, You, a human, a species he had grown up hating all his life. It was all so confusing to him, he didn’t understand why he was so drawn to you. But it pissed him off more than ever!

"Sure, whatever." So why was he still agreeing to all of this? Surely it was going to end badly, in fact there was no doubt it would.

"I'll bring food for you too! You said you were out hunting yesterday but you got hurt before you could find food right?" He did his best not to look at you, something about that stupid smile of yours made him feel funny. He didn't like it.

"Why the hell would you do that? I'm not weak you know! I can take care of myself!"

"Yeah, but is it so wrong to make sure my new friend is well fed? I can't imagine that hunting for food everyday is easy." You backfired and he shrugged. "It's not hard for me since I'm so good at it!"

"I'm still bringing food." You stood your ground, crossing your arms over your chest for extra emphasis that you weren't going to budge. The wolf groaned and threw his head back

"Whatever! Same time! Tomorrow! Don't be late cause I’m not going to wait for you!!" He yelled at you before turning and stomping off.

You ran after him, "Wait! I never got your name. My name is y/n! What's yours?"

His footsteps paused and he looked at you over his shoulder. "It's Bakugo."

[excusetheandroid]

OMG you haven't written much about IZ*ONE but it's so good let me request you yujin or sakura as your girlfriend

Thank you sm :))) I kinda want to do both so I'll do Yujin first and Sakura in another post soon ❤ - Summer

Requested?: yes

Idol: Yujin

Group: IZ*ONE

Genre: fluff, gender neutral, best girl Yujin

Warning(s): umm idk it's pretty safe dm me if you see a warning I should add

the literally definition of cool and cute

and both sides come out so naturally like

the duality pls

she loves you so much and is lowkey clingy

but not like always kissing you more like always holding your hand or arm

can see her with her arm around your shoulders as well

she loves to claim you so that everyone knows your hers

and loves it when you do the same

the members tease her for it and she gets shy but it doesnt last long cause she gets over it pretty quickly

literally SO FUN to be around

always has something to talk about with you or something fun to do

the time she spends with you is so important to her

especially cause IZ*ONE is always preparing smtg new

she doesn't get a lot of down time

but when she does, she loves to spend it with you

she has def brought you to the dorms before

it's important to her that you and the members get along

because their opinion really matters to her

she also loves the way she can open up to you

cause even tho the relationship is really fun and silly

she also has a deep thinking side that you can also stimulate

it doesn't come out as often as the cool and cute sides do but it's a part of her and you love it

she won't want to go out much with you because she's afraid of stalkers finding out about you

but if you really wanted to, she'd go walking or even get something to eat with you

sooooo protective

especially if you're younger than her

and not much less if you're older

and kinda expects you to be the same

it's her love language in a way

would hate it if you made her jealous

for that reason

she wants to protect your relationship and for you to want that as well

so it would kinda hurt her if you flirted with someone else no matter the reason

cause you're supppsed to be hers and she's supposed to be yours :(

anyways back to the wholesome stuff

would tease you to your death

because she thinks you're cute

is kinda unflitered with her opinions but they come off in a sorta jokey manner so you're not too hurt or anything

would call you "jagiya" probably the most out of the pet names i can think of

would love when you called her that too

a girl is whipped

if the members teased you its honestly a 50/50 between her defending you or joining in

you steal her sweaters

she steals your chargers

doesnt hint at it much but honestly wants to lay down and cuddle with you all day

depending on how your relationship is she can switch from big to little spoon

if she was sad she'd def want to cuddle as the little spoon

i feel like the relationship would be pretty comfortable

with neither of you the boss of the relationship often

because she kinda wants someone that feels the same for her as she feels for them

all in all wholesome

she'll tease you like hell tho lol

but she'll love you like heaven

[laceymorganwrites]

For the followers event, Dabi and the song Paradise Lost from Hollywood Undead, and since I’m here, Dabi is my favorite because he somehow see his world like I see ours in a way :3

A/N: hehehehe pls the amount fo serotonin I get every time I get to write for this man. Sigh, I´ll miss this when I´m gone. Anyway, I hope you´ll enjoy this piece!!

Word count: 1,119

Warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS FROM THE FIRST LINE SO I´LL PUT THIS UNDER A CUT, swearing, sadness, denial of ur own happiness, I swear I wanted to make this fluffy >.<

You have known Rei for a while now, just starting working at the hospital when she got there.

She was always the patient you looked forward the most, though you did make quite a scene when she arrived.

Just being out of med school you were maybe a bit too kind hearted as you noticed.

There was nothing wrong with Rei, she was in perfect health and not insane as everyone labeled her.

No, she was just a poor abuse victim no one took serious.

You never saw Enji personally, but if you ever did you doubted that you could hold back your anger directed at this man, though he didn´t deserve to be called that. He was scum. The worst on earth.

Rei liked you too. She was timid at first, wary. And you couldn´t blame her at all, you could understand better than anyone.

After all you were the only sane person in this shithole.

All the other doctors and nurses got paid not to say anything, to keep her in isolation. She didn´t get treated, she just got allowed some time in the garden outside, she got food and flowers delivered and only her family was allowed to visit her.

You really felt sorry for her, she didn´t deserve any of this happening to her.

Over the years you learned everything about what happened that day, about what went on in the family. You grew more disgusted by Enji and the hero society by the day.

You spent more time with Rei than you were allowed to, but nobody minded, not seeing you as a threat.

Touya visited her too, but only in secret, at night when security was weaker.

Rei was more than glad knowing he was alive, never once judging him for the path he has chosen, it was quite the opposite, she supported every one of his decisions.

She told you about him and him about you. You´d be a liar if you said you weren´t curious about him. You only knew the man from the TV and under a different name.

And so Rei called you to her when he visited again, talking to you until he arrived.

Touya came through the window like every other night and just raised an eyebrow at your presence.

“Uuuh… (Y/N), right?” he pointed his finger at you and smirked slightly.

“Hello, you must be Touya, your mom told me a lot about you. It´s nice to finally meet you” you smiled at him and it was the first genuine smile he received that wasn´t by his mother.

It was strange to be regarded as human, he hated the way he trusted you, he didn´t even know you and wishing to do so was just plain stupid.

The more time passed the more Touya told himself he only felt attached to you since you showed him kindness, that was all there was too it.

He was too scared to admit the truth.

A silly dream that could never be reality, a foolish thought, that was all it was.

Until you stopped him in his tracks one day.

“Hey, I´m on break right now, you wanna grab a bite to eat?” you asked, giving him that damn smile again that was just way too bright for your own good.

People with a smile like yours always got hurt and used. And it was always by people like him.

He hated it.

“Yeah that´s not happening” he told you, scoffing. It wasn´t really in a cold manner, just a very distant one.

Before you could even protest Touya proceeded to face you properly, sighing heavily.

“Look, you´re nice, alright? Too nice for a guy like me. Good people like you should stay away from people like me. Cause if they don´t they´re gonna get burnt. I´m going to die soon anyway, so why do you even bother? You shouldn´t get involved in me and much less care about me. Maybe it´s time you start seeing me as a villain rather than someone misunderstood. Cause I´m really not. I did everything I did because I wanted to, because I felt like it. Everything in my life was because of revenge and it always will be. Don´t try to fix me, don´t try to tell me you´re into broken men cause that shit´s more fucked up than my mind. I don´t know what you´re trying to achieve in going out with me but I can tell you it´s not worth it.” he told you earnestly, not letting you say anything to it and leaving again.

The next time you saw him it was on TV and his words came back to you, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

Maybe it was foolish from you to think that he felt the same way, maybe it was also foolish to think he could change.

But then again, you never wanted him to. You accepted him just the way he was and would always support him, didn´t you tell him time after time how important his mission was to you? How much he would change and how proud you were of him?

Touya never learned how to let people in his life, only how to push them away. And over time it was easier to say it was better that way than to actually try and face his feelings.

He was too scared of being hurt and abandoned to do that though, who could blame him for that? It was only logical after everything he´s been through.

However even more than that was he empathetic, too empathetic for his own good. He always put everyone else before him, neglecting himself all his life, his dreams, his desires, his feelings. They weren´t important.

He had no right living anyway, existing only as a walking corpse doing reckless things and desperately trying to make the world a better place while it antagonized him.

You were just unlucky to get caught up in it.

Touya wanted to save you too.

Save you from an unhappy future, save you from watching him die, from all the danger he would expose you to.

But in the end he just did what he always did: run away from his feelings.

It was what he did best, why would he do anything else? Why change his way of living now? He shouldn´t be alive in the first place, he was living on stolen time he didn´t deserve.

Besides you wouldn´t be able to love him since he had no valid existence anyway.

Touya only existed for revenge, he had no personality, everything was fake and shallow.

He just wanted to save you from the disappointment.

And yet he felt empty without you.

[sinkix]

Haikyuu!!│♛ KageHina Relationship HC’s ♛

Ok so I haven’t posted in a PHAT minute because I’ve been procrastinating, pls forgive me (＃￣ω￣) BUT ANYWAYS here’s a quick lil KageHina headcanon piece because my love for them is S T R O N K.

~ E N J O Y ~  <3

♡ SO. MUCH. BICKERING.

♡ LITERALLY AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE WITH THE AMOUNT THESE TWO BICKER.

♡ Honestly their dynamic doesn’t differ much from when they were friends. The only notable change being kith and cuddle time included amidst the incoherent yelling and thumping of volleyballs at each others heads.

♡ The team were not shocked in the slightest that they ended up dating (though they pretended to be to save the duo the embarrassment)

♡ Now whenever they win a match Hinata shamelessly dives into Kageyama’s arms and places a kiss on his cheek, leaving Kags to seize up in a flustered heap and muttering “n-nande boke...”    ♡ Yes the crowd squeals at how cute it is and you bet Tanaka and Noya are wolf whistling in the background.

♡ After practise on a Friday it’s pretty much ritual for Hinata to stay over at Kageyama’s since his parents arrive home pretty late, Kags hates to admit it but he does get lonely. 

♡ This is always cured when the bed-head ball of sunshine is wrapped around his torso, one leg sprawled out and overlapping his thigh,  drooling into his shirt  until sunrise.

♡ Kageyama always wakes up on a Saturday morning with a smile on his face, gazing down at his baby tangerine clinging to the crumpled fabric on his back, he’ll sometimes just lay there and lazily run his fingers through Hinata’s hair.

♡  Kags often wakes up before him so he will quietly make his way downstairs to make breakfast for the two of them, running through possible plans for the day ahead.

♡ Hinata arrives in the kitchen shortly after, yawning and rubbing his crusted eyes, hair sticking up in the most wild of manners. 

♡  Kagyama spins around to hide the blush dusting his cheeks, he won’t admit it but he always smirks at how adorable he finds Hinata in this state.

♡  On Saturday’s they’ll usually go to see a movie, walk through the park, attend local festivals and play volleyball. Mostly play Volleyball. 

♡  Most of Kageyama’s pet names for Hinata just include variations of the word ‘Idiot’.

 ♡  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Dumbass, but make it affectionate. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ Hinata on the other hand will occasionally call him Kage-chan because he knows it pisses him off. (He refrained from using Tobio-chan since it literally gives Kags Vietnam flashbacks and he isn’t THAT sadistic.)

♡ Secretly he actually enjoys the pet name given to him but hasn’t said anything since it gives him an excuse to launch a ball at Hina’s head. 

♡ Someone please start a GoFundMe for Hinata’s poor noggin.

♡ Most PDA initiated with this couple is wholly unintentional. They fall asleep on each others shoulders a LOT. During break practise, on the bus, in the club room, in the classroom etc.

♡ The two tucker themselves out with crackhead energy on the daily. Hinata being the emitter and Kageyama being the poor soul that puts up with it.

♡ Classmates and teammates alike have a little photo archive of them resting their head on one another with their bodies loosely intertwined. On their 6 month anniversary the team compiled a little shitpost scrapbook called “The Volleyball lovebirds - A sleeping saga” Which just features page after page of them drooling on one another in a state of deep sleep, some including doodles and sharpie moustaches messily scribbled onto their faces. Others feature Tanaka, Noya, Suga, Yamaguchi and the others photo-boming in various poses, holding peace signs behind the pair or grinning like goofs and pulling silly faces.

♡ One photo features Ukai mid yell, hollering at the duo as a make-shift alarm clock (a very scary one mind you). The picture itself captures Hinata and Kags in a blurred motion of shock, mouths open ready to scream with their bodies jolted in a frantic haste to stand up.This is the teams favourite picture out of them all, remembering how they were keeled over and howling with laughter when it was taken. 

♡ They were both embarrassed yet simultaneously grateful for receiving this keep-sake, both internally vowing to cherish it forever as a token of their love and memories with the team.

♡ A secret routine they have before practise is to stay behind in the club room and share a kiss. Hinata stepping onto his tip-toes, arms loosely draped around Kag’s neck. While the Blueberry Giraffe himself leans down and wraps his arms around Hina’s torso, coyly pulling him in for a moment of wholesome intimacy. They’d just about die if anyone saw them like this so they always make it quick and dash out in a flustered heap afterwards. It does get their adrenaline pumping for the practise ahead though, so no complaints there.

♡ In conclusion stan KageHina.