#apologies I still am lazy while drawing hands

[invertedf14]

doodled some gay ppl happy pride to them

[crescenthistory]

21. (During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)) with barty n reader pls

(may I be 🪳 anon?)

hi lovely 🪳 anon, finally i got around to your request<33 i made them have an established relationship because i craved bf!barty, hope it still scratches your itch hihi. enjoy your daily dose of barty!

Prompt: 21. During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time) from this list

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: not proofread, smut (mdni), vaguely described smut, fem!reader, sexual jokes, aftercare, accidental blood kink, scratching, established relationship, praise kink, multiple orgasms, soft!barty, barty is a masochist, reader almost cries, cursing, reader is (jokingly) mean to him and he loves it, the l word is said a lot

Note: i am so soft for this man

If there was one way to describe your relationship with one Barty Crouch Junior, it is all encompassing.

Intoxicating, larger than life, obsessive.

He was not one to act half-heartedly in any regard, to both your chagrin and infatuation. It was not half-hearted when he more or less picked you out of the crowd in your first year, claiming you as his best friend without giving you time to react, dragging you by the hand into the whirlwind of his life. It was not half-hearted when he chased off any romantic prospect for you because they were not good enough for you, baby, even landing some in the infirmary if they dared hurt your feelings. It was not half-hearted when he finally crumbled under the weight of his own feelings, consequences be damned, and brought his lips to yours in the abandoned Slytherin common room late at night.

And it certainly was not half-hearted how he claimed you, body and soul, ever since whenever ample opportunity arose. 

You had no complaints about that aspect of it.

Which is how your skin was shimmery with a light layer of sweat with Barty’s lazy, toothy kisses lathered all over your neck as he worked into you in the solitude of his dorm. Evenings when you could stay over, the other boys were quickly kicked out by Barty, though to no significant inconvenience for them, as Regulus was more than happy to sneak away with James and Evan was in the middle of pursuing some hot heated Ravenclaw. In their absence, Barty’s presence easily dominated the room, hands roving all over your body as his whispers of worship filled your ears and anything other than him became completely erased from your mind.

Your legs trembled where they had him in a death grip as his skillful ministrations and attentive thumb brought you towards your fourth climax of the night. His name spilled over your lips along with a string of curses as your eyes clamped shut. You could feel his smile through his kisses as he worked beautiful marks onto your shoulders – just far enough down to be shielded from view in your uniform, your shared little secret.

“Fuck, such beautiful sounds from my best girl,” Barty’s voice was hoarse from the past hours, which somehow just drove you crazier for him. “Are you gonna come for me, gorgeous? Let go for me?”

No coherent thoughts could be strung together, your mind going blank with just Barty coursing through it. Instead you moaned prettily in a way that made Barty groan and pick up his speed, determined to coax more from you, just a little more.

Your hands had been clinging to his flexing bicep and tugging at his hair, but as your body came undone beneath him, you resorted to clutching onto his shoulders and back instead. Your nails, that you always kept long enough to satisfyingly scratch Barty’s hair and arms, dug into his skin for leverage, and you half-registered the moans of pleasure he gave into the skin of your neck. As your body shook both from your climax and the movements of him against you, your fingers dragged slowly down his back.

“Oh, gods– Barty–” was all you managed to get out as you clambered onto him, seeing stars. You needed him closer, just a little closer, more.

“Love it when you say my name, baby,” he whispered into you as his hips stuttered, finally reaching his own high with a groan. “S’good for me, s’perfect.”

You shakily kiss his shoulder, palms moving to smooth over his back you had just been clawing at, the movement instinctual and dripping with affection. Calming him down, gearing him through his own earth-shattering orgasm.

His movements slowed down, dragging the seconds out, before he finally stilled against you, collapsing with his weight onto you in that way he knew you loved. His hands that had been consuming every piece of flesh, every curve of your body, became almost painfully light now, brushing up your sides, over your arms, a silent thank you. You could read this man without needing to open your eyes or ears.

For a minute you laid there, regaining your breath while also revelling in the smell of him mixed with the haze of sex that filled the room. 

Then, Barty laughed breathily into your shoulder before retreating from his cocoon to look at you with lovesick eyes, propping his weight up onto his elbows.

“That was one for the history books.” His grin was lopsided, sweat still over his eyebrow.

You laughed in turn, giving him a slight roll of your eyes, but you couldn’t disagree. The longer you were together, the more you learned of each other, the more passionate your frequent trysts became. You didn’t think you could love him more.

Still – “You’re deranged, Junior,” you said through a laugh – you couldn’t let the opportunity to tease him slide.

Unfazed, Barty leaned down to press a lazy kiss to your lips and despite your teasing you had no inhibition with kissing him back, passionate and slow. “Maybe,” he said between kisses. “But you love me all the more for it. And I love you too.”

You mumbled an I love you, silly against his lips and you could feel him grin against you. 

All too soon, Barty pulled back and away from you, rolling off your body to reach for his wand on the bedside table to clean the both of you – and the sheets – up. You gazed after him with a look you knew your friends would never let you live down if they were here to see it, studying his features as he laid on his stomach, stretching his arm out. One of his legs were still tangled with yours, as if he couldn’t stand being completely without your touch. The muscles in his bicep flexed deliciously, as did the ripples across his shoulders and back, and –

“Merlin’s tits, Barty, your back!” you exclaimed, instantly snapping out of your daze.

It was normal for you both to be quite marked up after being with each other, especially on nights like this where you could truly take your time. Your hips often had some beautiful bruises grazing its sides, hickies covering your chest and collarbone, sometimes your neck if Barty felt particularly possessive. In turn, you loved giving him your own love bites and his shoulders and biceps often had small indents from your nails digging into them.

But this– Your eyes roved over Barty’s back, the usual pink streaks of teased skin that you left there were now bright red and razor thin, blood piping out at random places. There were many of them, trailing over and around each other, a bloody, angry constellation of your desperation from mere minutes ago.

At your outburst, Barty looked at you over his shoulder with a smug smirk, fingers finally curling around his wand. “What of my back?”

“I– it’s–” you sputtered, one hand wildly gesturing towards him, the other half-covering your mouth as you sat up to get a better view. “You’re bleeding, darling I’m so sorry.”

Barty sat up to match you, grabbing you by your thighs to drag you closer to him. A stupid grin was still plastered over his face. 

“Oh, I know,” he smiled. “It was so fucking hot.”

His words didn’t register with you as you kept fussing over him, attempting to sit at his side so you could see his wounds and his face all at the same time. His hand on your thigh squeezed as he continued to laugh silently.

“You’re bleeding.” You repeated, letting your finger ghost over the skin right beside a particularly bloody scratch. "Gods, I'm so sorry." Your eyes began to sting as they flitted all over his back, and at that Barty seemed to snap out of his humour.

“Hey, no, baby, hey.” He grabbed your hands with his, forcing you to look at him. “It’s fine, love, don’t worry. It’s more than fine actually, I liked it – loved it even. You should really make me bleed more often.”

You stared at him incredulously, as if he was being particularly stupid, eyes still slightly glossy with tears. “What?”

He laughed even more at your confusion, which almost shifted the apologies on the tip of your tongue into scolding. 

“As I said, it was hot. I knew you were drawing blood as you were doing it – didn’t you hear how much I loved it?” His tone was teasing, mischief evident on his face.

You opened and closed your mouth at that, trying to make your post-orgasm brain keep up with the conversation. “I actually didn’t hear anything by that point,” you mumbled, looking between your hands clutched with his and his face, which now looked impossibly more smug.

“Right, that’s on me then,” he teased. You pretended to lightly shove him, but he used your movement against you, trapping you in his arms and dragging you closer to his body.

“You’re so stupid, you know that?” 

“Was I stupid when I made you come once on my fingers, once on my tongue and twice on my–”

You pinched him, making him yelp in a voice so light it made the both of you laugh. You squeezed him in your arms, careful not to let your hands touch his still bleeding back.

“I still wanna say sorry.” You pulled back to look at him. The threat of tears were gone, but your lower lip jutted out ever so slightly, enough that he simply had to kiss it better. So he did, lips softly brushing yours in a way that calmed you down every time.

“Well, don’t,” he murmured against your lips. “Nothin’ to be sorry for, darling. I actually give you blanket consent to please make me bleed again next time. However you want.” He winked at you and you lightly swatted at his arm, though you couldn’t ignore how your blood warmed at his words.

“Shut up,” you mumbled before kissing him again. Your tone made it clear to Barty that he won that conversation.

“As much as I’d love to keep kissing you.” Barty pulled his lips away from yours, holding your face in between his palms. “Can I please clean us up like I wanted, now?”

You simply nodded, leaning back onto your elbows beside him as he quickly flicked his wand over your bodies and the bed. A sigh escaped your lips at the warm feeling across your thighs and stomach, as if somebody had carefully dragged a warm towel over you and immediately dried you off. Barty smiled at you softly when he heard your sounds of comfort.

You reached out to take the wand from his hands and moved to point it towards his back when he snapped out of staring at you and caught the tip of the wand with his hand before you had the time to use it. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You looked at him confused. “Cleaning you up?”

“I already did that,” he retorted. 

“I meant the cuts, Barty.”

He immediately shook his head at that, prying the wand from your fingers – his wand, that wouldn’t even have been as effective when you used it – and giving you an almost offended look. “Nope. They’re staying, if I wanted them gone I would have healed them.”

“Barty–” you began to chide, but he cut you off.

“I want to keep them. Little reminder of you. We don’t heal the hickies I give you, hm?” His voice was equal parts teasing and affectionate now, as if your scratches was something precious to him.

“My hickies aren’t painful and bleeding.” You deadpanned at him. He just shrugged, as if your point was entirely irrelevant. 

“You’ll stain the sheets with your blood,” you tried then. 

“How unfortunate that I’m not a wizard who can remove blood stains without any effort.” He tauntingly waved the wand in your face then before leaning over to place it back on his nightstand.

You just groaned at him, hoping he knew that it meant you are insufferable and impossible. He did, and it warmed his heart.

“C’mon, darling,” he drawled as he snuck back up beside you, pulling the duvet around the two of you, creating your own perfect cocoon. “You should be flattered, if anything.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but still pulled him further into your arms, limbs entangling and bare chests pressed against each other. A relaxed sigh escaped you, indicating that you were in no way actually indignant. 

“Just don’t want you to be in pain, B.” Your hand moved up to play with his hair, culprits lightly scratching at the nape of his neck.

Barty’s eyes softened at that and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “‘S not painful, love, I’m good. I’m all good.” His words were whispered against your skin. You closed your eyes at the sensation, the safety of it all.

“You sure?”

“I swear it.”

You hummed, relenting, and finally buried your face in his neck as he pulled you closer. Sporadic kisses were pressed into your hair, your shoulder, as you continued with your soft conversation filled with praises and small declarations of love. You didn’t notice you were beginning to slip away before your breath slowed against Barty’s skin and he glanced down, smiling when he saw your sleeping form. His fingers drawing patterns on your back spelled out I love you as he kissed your forehead, lips lingering on your skin.

“Goodnight, my love.”

[ottpopfic]

Leo wakes up to Jason licking him

Or really he wakes lazy and slow, wrapped as the little spoon in strong arms against a broad chest. They are both naked, not abnormal after a night like last night, and Jason has them wound close and tangled. He's also mouthing at Leo’s shoulders and neck, doing that puppy nuzzle thing where he rubs and bunts his nose and chin on things, plastering a speckling of lazy kisses every so often.

And then as Leo starts to come out of slumber, Jason licks him again. Slow, careful, with purpose. It's not part of the mouthing that's become the norm for their intimate life, it's a little different. It takes Leo a while to notest how much, sleep addled and slow, to busy floating all warm in his man's safe arms

Leo hums and groans as he is brought the rest of the way into the world of the waking. He doesn't really want to go, he's just so comfy, but the little happy coo and snuffle Jason gives as he starts to stir makes it worth it. He can't help but smile as his man gives him a little squeeze before smattering a bunch of fairy light kisses across the back of his shoulder. It's such a nice way to start the day

But then Jason licks him again, in the same spot in the same way, and his interest peaked

“Jase” he started, sleep-slurred and sluggish

“Hmmm?”

“Why am I being licked?”

Jason freezes, going stiff for half a second before starting to pull away with an apology. Leo shoots a hand behind himself to tangle in his man's hair, his other arm coming from where its under the pillow to hold Jason’s arms around his waist, trying to keep him where he is

“Hey hey,” Leo says, worried about the perceived rejection “I didn't say stop”

“But you-”

“I don't mind” he peeks over his shoulder “I'm just curious”

From what Leo can see Jason looks apprehensive, but with some tugging and being unwavering he slowly relaxes back into him. His mouth returns to where he was licking at Leo before, just a press of lips as he softens again

“What's up?” Leo prompts, gentler than before

“I got you bad last night” Jason says into his skin “Was making it better”

“Huh,” Jason’s mouth had been glued to one place on the back of his shoulder for a good chunk of him plowing Leo into the bed “That makes sense”

“Really?”

“Yeah” Leo starts to scratch where he can reach of Jason’s hair, clumsy with the angle “You always lick at things when your hurt”

“Oh” Jason sounds a little embarrassed, its kinda cute “I didn't know you saw”

Leo leans back farther into his man's arms “Your not the only one who watches Superman”

“Oh” Jason buries his face into Leo, squeezing him tight “oh”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, its okay”

They lay like that for a little, the close squeeze starting to put Leo back to sleep. He never thought he would be able to rest so sound with another person in his bed, but Jason is something else altogether

“Can I?” Jason eventually asks into the still

“Hmm?”

He plants a kiss on the gnarly hickey on Leos’s shoulder, it must be pretty bad as the firm press of lips akes “Please?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead”

Jason doesn't go right back to licking him, but it's still the doteing mouthing that Leo has come to expect from his man. Wet open-mouthed kisses, the slight press of teeth, the nuzzling drag of lips and face. It's just Jason being sweet on him, the carefully constructed Roman mask laid bare to reveal the wolfish man underneath.

Then there it is, the slow drag of tongue once again. It doesn't feel like much, but knowing it's Jason trying to ‘make it better’ draws a content hum out of Leo. It would be cat-like if Leo hadn't seen Jason do this to himself so many times, licking at his own bruises and cuts after spars when he thinks no one is looking.

But Leo is always looking

[novaursa]

The Golden Court (alike)

- Summary: You were taken from the royal court by your father when you were a child. Now you return as a woman grown from exile. A woman that ignites fires in her wake.

- Pairing: Jason Lannister/targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Note: Adult themes will progress more and more as chapters go on. This fic is pure filth and I make no apologies for it. You have been warned. Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Previous part: the father

- Next part: spite

- Tag(s): @scarletdfox

The heavy stone interior of the Dragonpit echoed with the distant sounds of restless beasts, the deep rumble of their breathing reverberating through the cavernous space. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and scorched stone, laced with something wilder—the primal heat of dragonfire that never fully faded from the air.

You stepped inside, the weight of your dragonriding leathers molding to your form like a second skin, every buckle, every strap tailored perfectly to you. The deep black leather contrasted against the silver of your hair, your presence as striking as it was effortless. The heavy boots you wore barely made a sound against the stone, but your presence was immediately felt.

Because she felt you.

Haelle.

Your dragon let out a deep, agitated rumble from where she lay further down the pit, her molten-gold eyes narrowing as she sensed you drawing near.

The Dragonkeepers struggled to keep her in check, their chants of "Lykirī" falling on deaf ears. Chains rattled, dust rose, and Syrax—the great golden queen of Rhaenyra Targaryen—shifted uneasily, stepping back from the disturbance.

You barely had time to take in the sight before a voice rang out, edged with irritation.

“You’re late.”

Rhaenyra stood beside Syrax, freshly dismounted, her riding cloak still billowing slightly from the movement. Her silver-gold hair was only slightly tousled from the wind, her dark riding leathers flecked with faint specks of ash.

She was irritated, though not entirely surprised.

You turned toward her, unbothered, as always.

“Aren’t I always?” you mused.

Rhaenyra let out a breath, shaking her head as she moved closer. “You do realize your dragon nearly burned one of the keepers?”

You barely glanced toward Haelle, who was still snapping her great jaws in irritation, pulling against the heavy chains that were barely holding her. “Did she?” you murmured, tilting your head slightly. “Perhaps they should stop chaining her.”

The Dragonkeepers visibly hesitated at your words.

Then—you stepped forward.

And they stepped back.

Rhaenyra exhaled sharply, watching the scene unfold with barely contained frustration. “Gods, you are just like your father,” she muttered under her breath.

You smirked as you approached Haelle, reaching out to touch the warm scales of her great black snout. The moment your hand met her, she stilled. The growling stopped. The restless pulling ceased.

The Dragonkeepers let out a breath of relief.

Rhaenyra, however, was not relieved.

She was annoyed.

“Tell me,” she began, her arms crossing over her chest, “how can you be so calm?”

You blinked, finally turning toward her, your hand still resting against Haelle’s snout. “Because she listens to me.”

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed together. “That is not what I meant.”

Your smirk widened. “Isn’t it?”

Rhaenyra let out a huff, her irritation rising. “You never take anything seriously.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly. “And why should I?”

Rhaenyra let out a sharp breath, stepping forward now, her voice lowering. “Because this is exactly what Daemon does,” she muttered. “Causes chaos, acts as though nothing matters, and then—” she gestured vaguely, “—disappears.”

Your smirk flickered—just slightly.

Then—you turned back to Haelle, stroking the warm scales of her snout with lazy precision.

“I am only flying for a short while,” you murmured.

Rhaenyra’s breath hitched, her frustration deepening. “It is not about that.”

You turned to her again, your violet eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

Rhaenyra exhaled. “It is about how you are free to do as you please.”

Your smirk returned.

And it was more biting.

“Ah,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly. “So that’s what this is about.”

Rhaenyra’s jaw tightened.

You turned fully toward her now, your posture effortlessly poised. “You chose this, cousin,” you murmured, your voice quiet but edged with something knowing.

Rhaenyra’s brows furrowed slightly. “Chose what?”

You stepped forward, just slightly.

“To be his heir,” you said simply.

Rhaenyra’s expression twisted—not in anger, not yet, but in something frustrated, something raw. “It is my duty.”

You laughed then, shaking your head slightly. “Duty?” you mused, your tone edged with something light, almost mocking. “Viserys has sons now.”

The words landed.

You saw it in the flicker of Rhaenyra’s expression, in the subtle tightening of her grip at her sides.

And yet—you simply smiled.

Because she knew it.

And so did you.

Rhaenyra’s lips parted, but no words came.

For a moment, just a moment, the weight of your words hung heavy between you, lingering like the heat of dragonfire in the cavernous space of the pit.

Then—her jaw tightened.

She recovered quickly, ever the heir, ever the daughter who bore the weight of the realm upon her shoulders.

“My half-brothers are children,” she said, her voice clipped, biting, as though she needed to say it aloud. As though speaking it into existence would make it true.

You smirked, shaking your head slightly as you turned back toward Haelle. “For now.”

Rhaenyra shifted. “You say that as if it is inevitable.”

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you moved.

With practiced ease, you stepped toward Haelle, reaching up for the thick leather reins, pulling yourself up onto the saddle with effortless grace. The great black beast beneath you shifted, her golden eyes narrowing as she felt your weight settle upon her back, the warmth of her scales seeping into your legs.

Below, Rhaenyra watched, her gaze cutting, her posture rigid.

The flickering torchlight cast shifting shadows over her face, illuminating the frustration carved into her features, the lingering tension that coiled in the set of her jaw.

You turned your head slightly, your voice lazier now, as if the conversation no longer mattered.

“Tell me, cousin,” you murmured, your fingers tightening around the reins. “Did you truly believe Viserys would never have sons?”

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed together.

“I am his heir,” she said, her voice quieter now, but no less firm.

You hummed, tilting your head. “For now.”

Her frustration flared. “What are you saying?”

You smirked. “I am saying that it is easy to believe in promises when they are made in a world where no other options exist.”

Rhaenyra exhaled sharply, stepping closer to Haelle’s towering form, her boots clicking against the stone. “It was never about options,” she bit out. “He chose me.”

You tilted your head, considering her.

Then—

You laughed.

A low, quiet sound, edged with something knowing.

Rhaenyra’s frustration turned sharp. “You find this amusing?”

You exhaled, still smirking. “I find it fascinating,” you corrected, adjusting your grip on the saddle.

She stared at you, her violet gaze burning.

And then—you leaned forward slightly, resting your forearm against the pommel, your expression lighter, more mocking.

“Tell me, Rhaenyra,” you murmured. “If Viserys ever changes his mind—if he chooses otherwise—will you accept it?”

The words landed again.

They sank.

Rhaenyra’s throat bobbed, her shoulders stiffening as though the very thought of it was unthinkable.

But you did not wait for an answer.

Instead—

You gave Haelle the signal.

The great black dragon let out a piercing screech, her wings unfurling, the gust of air sending loose dirt scattering across the stone floors, forcing Rhaenyra to take a step back.

And then—you ascended.

The rush of wind hit your face as Haelle lifted, her powerful wings sending you soaring into the dim light of the sky above, the heat of the pit quickly fading behind you.

Below, Rhaenyra watched, her heart pounding, her mind racing.

And though she did not say it aloud—

Your words lingered.

The hour was late when you finally returned to the Red Keep.

The scent of the city still clung to the castle walls—the distant smoke of extinguished lanterns, the briny tang of the Blackwater, and the muddled aromas of street markets long closed. But above all, you carried another scent with you, one that filled the dim corridors as you made your way toward familiar chambers.

Dragon musk.

It was unmistakable. A blend of heat and fire, of something ancient and primal, something that did not belong in the polished halls of the Keep. No perfume could mask it, no bath could truly rid you of it. The smell of dragon lingered, stubborn and strong.

And as you stepped into his chamber, you saw the way they noticed it immediately.

Jason and Tyland Lannister were already waiting inside, the warm glow of candlelight flickering over their features. Jason lounged lazily in a high-backed chair near the hearth, his legs spread wide, a goblet of wine dangling from his fingers. Tyland stood near the table, his arms crossed, his green eyes lifting the moment you entered.

Jason was the first to speak.

“Gods,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose slightly, though amusement tugged at his lips. “You smell like a gods-damned furnace.”

You smirked, stepping further into the room, feeling the heat of their gazes as you shrugged off your riding cloak.

“A hazard of my chosen steed,” you murmured.

Tyland let out a slow breath, shaking his head as he poured himself another drink. “One might say you revel in it.”

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze. “Would you rather I arrive smelling like roses, my lord?”

Jason chuckled, lifting his goblet to his lips. “I’d rather you arrive sooner.”

Your smirk deepened, stepping closer to where he sat. “Did you miss me, Lannister?”

Jason scoffed, setting his goblet aside before reaching for your wrist, tugging you toward him with effortless ease. “You know I did.”

Tyland exhaled sharply, though there was no true disapproval in it. “You should at least bathe before coming here,” he muttered, though his gaze was still fixed on you, his expression unreadable.

You smirked, arching a brow. “Would you have waited?”

Tyland’s lips twitched—just slightly.

Jason, however, grinned, his grip tightening as he pulled you onto his lap. “Why should we?” he murmured, his breath warm against your throat. “We like you wild.”

You hummed, your fingers grazing through Jason’s golden hair, tilting his head slightly. “Then perhaps you should get used to it.”

Tyland sighed, shaking his head—but he did not move away.

Jason, meanwhile, smirked against your skin, his hands already roaming over the worn leather of your riding gear.

And as the door to his chamber shut behind you, you knew—

Neither of them would be letting you leave anytime soon.

The air was thick with heat, the scent of sweat, wine, and something far richer—the lingering musk of dragon—clinging to your skin, filling the space between the three of you.

Jason’s body was pressed against yours, his golden hair falling over his brow, his lips trailing heated kisses down your throat, your collarbone, lower still. His hands gripped your thighs, strong and possessive, claiming.

Tyland was behind you, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers tracing deliberate paths along your skin, his measured control contrasting sharply with Jason’s unrestrained hunger. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear before he finally spoke.

“Your father approves.”

You barely had time to process the words before Jason thrust into you again, stealing the breath from your lips, making you arch against him.

Still, you heard.

Your fingers curled against Jason’s back, nails digging into his skin as you let out a breathless laugh, tilting your head back toward Tyland. “Oh? This again?”

Tyland smirked, his hands roaming lower, gripping your hips firmly as he leaned in, his voice smooth, unwavering. “I told you earlier today, but you didn't acknowledge it properly. Daemon approves of our perposal.”

Jason let out a breath, pressing deeper into you, his grip tightening. “You should be grateful for it,” he murmured against your skin.

You huffed a breathless chuckle, lifting your hips slightly to meet his next thrust. “Should I?”

Tyland’s grip tightened. “I never said yes,” you reminded him, tilting your head to meet his gaze, violet against green.

Jason let out a low growl, his movements quickening, his frustration evident even in pleasure. “You’ll have no choice.”

You let out a soft gasp as he filled you completely, his words settling somewhere deep inside you, somewhere hot and unyielding.

You laughed.

Soft, teasing, playful.

“How brave of you,” you murmured, shifting just enough to taunt them both. “To tell something like that to a woman who smells like a dragon.”

Jason growled in response, his thrusts turning rougher, his grip nearly bruising against your hips.

Tyland, however, merely chuckled against your ear, his fingers sliding over your heated skin. “And yet,” he murmured, teasing, his lips grazing the pulse of your throat, “you’re still in our bed.”

You smirked, tilting your head slightly. “Am I?”

Jason groaned, his hands tightening as he pulled you closer, his body pressing deeper, his breath ragged against your skin. “And you’ll stay in it.”

Tyland’s fingers slid lower, adding to the overwhelming sensation already building between you. “For now,” he mused.

You moaned, your body shuddering, the pleasure cresting—

And in that moment, whatever answer you might have given them—

Was lost to the night.

The rhythm between you all shifted, bodies moving, repositioning. Jason exhaled a sharp breath, his lips trailing one last, heated path down your throat before pulling back, his hands lingering on your skin even as he relinquished his place.

Tyland moved with far more control, his hands firm yet deliberate as he guided you into position, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck, whispering something low and indecipherable. His hands slid down your body, his touch softer than Jason’s, but no less possessive.

And then—he took you.

A gasp escaped your lips, your back arching against him as he filled you completely, stretching you deliberately, thoroughly. Unlike Jason, who loved to claim and devour, Tyland was slow and calculated, as if savoring every sound, every reaction, every little movement of your body beneath him.

Behind you, Jason reclined lazily on the pillows, his golden hair slightly tousled, his skin still glistening from the sheen of exertion. He watched you both with an amused, satisfied smirk, his fingers trailing absently over the ridges of his abdomen as he reached for his goblet of wine with his other hand.

“Gods,” he muttered, shaking his head as he swirled the deep red liquid in his cup. “You are going to ruin our good reputation, princess.”

You hummed a soft, breathless sound, adjusting to Tyland’s deep, steady rhythm, pleasure building slow and deliberate. “Then why keep me?”

Jason’s smirk widened, his green eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Because we are greedy bastards, my love.” He took a sip, tilting his head as he watched you, his gaze flickering between you and Tyland. “That is precisely why we should have the grandest Valyrian wedding in the history of the realm.”

You let out a breathy laugh, your fingers tightening against the sheets as Tyland’s grip on your hips adjusted, sending another ripple of pleasure through your body. “Oh?” you mused, tilting your head slightly, still breathless. “The grandest, you say?”

Jason grinned, propping himself up slightly on one elbow. “The Rock has gold, and your blood has fire,” he mused, his voice thick with amusement and desire. “I think the dragons and lions should make it official.”

Tyland let out a quiet huff against your shoulder but said nothing, his pace never faltering.

You smirked, shifting slightly against him, a teasing lilt to your voice despite the breathless gasps that accompanied it. “You do realize the whole realm would rebel, don’t you?”

Jason exhaled a sharp laugh, setting his goblet aside as he leaned forward, brushing his fingers lazily down your spine. “And what of it?”

You grinned, glancing back at him. “Why,” you murmured, breath hitching slightly as Tyland’s fingers dug into your hips, “would I want that?”

Jason smirked, his lips grazing over your shoulder, his voice a purr.

“Because, my love,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down your thigh, “chaos looks so good on you.”

Tyland groaned, his movements turning more urgent, his breath hot against your skin.

You felt it building—coiling—deep in your core, a heat that mirrored the fire of your blood, the ancient pulse of dragon and desire tangling together in a storm of sensation. Tyland’s breath was ragged against your skin, his lips trailing over your shoulder, his fingers digging harder into your hips, grounding you against him as he chased his own end.

And then—

It broke.

A sudden, gasping moan tore from your lips as you shattered around him, pleasure washing over you in waves, your body trembling beneath the force of it. Tyland followed soon after, his own release hitting as he buried himself deep inside you with a low, guttural groan, his forehead pressing against the curve of your shoulder, his grip unrelenting.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, of bodies spent, of the lingering scent of sweat and sex and dragon musk still stubborn in the air.

But Jason was not done.

His smirk was back in full force as he rolled over onto his side, his hands already reaching for you, his fingers trailing along your spine in lazy appreciation. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of your shoulder, then another down your arm, then lower still, as if mapping out every inch of you.

“Gods,” he murmured against your skin, reverent, though his tone was still edged with amusement. His lips brushed against your stomach, his hands gliding down the soft curves of your hips, memorizing you. “We are going to fill all of Casterly Rock with golden-haired brats.”

You let out a breathless laugh, shifting slightly, tilting your head to glance at him. “Oh?”

Jason grinned, his green eyes gleaming. “Oh, indeed,” he murmured, pressing another slow kiss just above your navel. “Golden-haired, dragon-eyed, perfect little heirs.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You sound very smug for a man who has done nothing but talk about it.”

Jason chuckled, dragging his lips back up your body, nipping playfully at the curve of your jaw. “A challenge, is it?”

Tyland—still breathless, but always composed—huffed softly beside you. “Jason, you do realize she might not take your name.”

Jason groaned, flopping back against the pillows, his arms folding behind his head. “Then we shall take hers.”

You laughed, rolling onto your side to face him, your fingers ghosting along his chest. “You, a Lannister, taking my name?”

Jason smirked. “I’m a progressive man, my love.”

Tyland scoffed. “You hate change.”

Jason waved a hand, dismissing the notion entirely. “Irrelevant.” He grinned, tugging you closer. “So long as they have my golden hair, I shall be content.”

You smirked, tracing a slow circle over his heart with the tip of your finger. “And what if they have my dragon’s temper?”

Jason hummed, considering. “Then the whole realm is doomed.”

Tyland let out a low sigh, running a hand down his face. “You two are impossible.”

Jason chuckled, rolling over to pull you beneath him again, his smirk widening.

“Oh, we’re just getting started.”

The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Jason’s chamber, casting long warm streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the remnants of the night before—the scent of sweat, wine, and something unmistakably them lingering in the quiet warmth of the room.

You stretched leisurely, the cool morning air brushing against your bare skin as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. The sheets pooled at your waist, the contrast between silk and warmth causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine.

Behind you, there was a low, displeased sigh.

Jason.

Lying sprawled across the bed, his golden hair mussed from sleep, he lifted his head just slightly, watching you with groggy but intent green eyes. “What in the seven hells are you doing up before Tyland?”

You smirked, reaching for your discarded riding leathers. “Good morning to you too, my lord.”

Jason huffed, rolling onto his side, one arm sliding beneath the pillow as he continued to watch you. “Don’t avoid the question.”

On the opposite side of the bed, Tyland was far more composed. He lay back against the pillows, his eyes already awake, though he had yet to move from his comfortable position. Unlike Jason, he observed in silence, taking in the way you moved, the way your fingers traced the buckles of your leathers with practiced ease.

He finally spoke, his voice smooth and measured. “It’s early,” he murmured, lifting a brow. “What are you planning?”

You smiled to yourself, fastening the last buckle on your tunic before turning to them. “Nothing of great importance.”

Jason let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s even worse.”

You chuckled, reaching for your boots, sliding them on with ease. “Not everything I do has to be concerning, Jason.”

Jason scoffed, rolling onto his back, rubbing his eyes as he muttered, “You never wake before Tyland.”

Tyland let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “A rare occurrence, indeed.”

You smirked, straightening. “Perhaps I simply needed fresh air.”

Jason groaned, flopping an arm over his eyes. “If I find out you’re sneaking off to see anyone else, I’ll be forced to challenge them to a duel.”

You laughed, moving back to the bedside, leaning over him. “Oh? And what if it was my father?”

Jason froze.

Tyland chuckled lowly, reaching for his own discarded tunic. “In that case,” he murmured, “do let us know before we start planning the funeral.”

Jason grumbled under his breath. “You’re both awful.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw before straightening, heading toward the door.

Tyland’s voice followed you, still amused but curious.

“Wherever you’re going,” he mused, “do try not to start a war before breakfast.”

You turned, flashing them both a smirk.

“No promises.”

And with that, you left.

Jason groaned dramatically as the sound of the heavy wooden door closing behind you echoed through the chamber. He threw his arm back over his eyes, as if the very thought of morning was an offense against his existence.

Tyland, by contrast, had already risen, moving toward the sideboard where a pitcher of water awaited him. He poured himself a cup, taking a slow sip before casting a knowing glance at his older twin.

“Are you truly going to lie there all morning?” he mused, his voice laced with amusement.

Jason grumbled something unintelligible.

Tyland smirked, setting down his cup. “I believe she’s made a habit of leaving us behind.”

Jason finally lifted his arm, revealing the mess of golden hair that fell across his forehead, his green eyes still heavy with sleep. “And we are fools for letting her.”

Tyland chuckled, stretching his arms before reaching for his tunic. “She’s a dragon, brother. You cannot keep her caged.”

Jason exhaled, reluctantly pushing himself into a seated position, rubbing a hand over his face. “No, but I can certainly try to make her stay in bed longer.”

Tyland huffed, pulling his own shirt over his shoulders. “You’d have to wake up before midday for that to happen.”

Jason groaned, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, still sluggish. “I loathe mornings.”

Tyland smirked, already fastening his belt. “Yet they come every day regardless.”

Jason shot him a glare before running a hand through his unruly hair, attempting—failing—to make it more presentable. “Fine,” he muttered. “I suppose I should start making arrangements.”

Tyland lifted a brow, adjusting his cuffs. “For?”

Jason huffed, standing with an exaggerated stretch before striding toward the sideboard to pour himself a cup of wine instead of water. “Our darling princess will be wed eventually, and I assume it shall be to us.”

Tyland chuckled, shaking his head as he sat in one of the chairs near the hearth. “Assume?”

Jason waved a hand. “She plays as though she has a choice, but truly—” he took a slow sip of wine, smirking, “—she does not.”

Tyland exhaled dramatically, though amusement flickered in his gaze. “I hope you do not plan on saying that to her face.”

Jason grinned, setting the cup aside. “I value my life, Tyland.”

Tyland hummed, lifting a brow. “Do you? Because informing our family of our intentions will certainly shorten it.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his temples. “Yes, yes, I suppose I must break the news to our dear kin.” He smirked, glancing at Tyland. “Perhaps you should do it.”

Tyland laughed, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. This was your idea.”

Jason scoffed. “Oh, and I suppose you had no hand in it?”

Tyland smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I am simply a willing participant.”

Jason rolled his eyes, finishing his drink before setting the goblet aside. “Fine. I shall write to them.” He groaned, rubbing his face. “And then I shall drink.”

Tyland smirked, standing. “A sound strategy.”

Jason muttered another curse against the morning as he reached for a parchment and quill, already dreading the conversation that was to come.

The Red Keep was alive with murmurs, nobles and courtiers drifting like insects in the dim morning light that streamed through the high-arched windows. Yet, as you strode through the halls, they parted for you, stepping aside with carefully measured bows, their eyes lingering with the same mix of curiosity and caution they always held for you.

Not that you cared.

Your father was waiting.

Daemon stood in the shade of a towering column, his arms crossed over his chest, his violet gaze sharp as ever. His presence was as effortless as it was commanding—draped in black and crimson, his sword resting at his hip, his posture that of a man who had long since stopped caring for courtly pretense.

But as you approached, something in his expression shifted.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “And here I thought you’d already flown off again.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping beside him as you continued down the corridor, matching his stride. “You sound disappointed.”

Daemon huffed a low chuckle, his fingers tapping absently against the hilt of Dark Sister. “Hardly. The court is far more entertaining when you are here to make them squirm.”

You hummed, casting a glance at the passing lords and ladies, who pretended very hard not to be eavesdropping.

“How fortunate,” you murmured, smirking, “that I exist solely for your amusement.”

Daemon chuckled again, though this time, his gaze flickered—sharp, assessing. “And yet,” he said, his voice lower now, “you seem to be amusing the Lannisters more, as of late.”

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “Are you truly that surprised?”

Daemon smirked, leading you toward a more secluded corridor, away from prying ears. “No,” he admitted. “But tell me—do you intend to let them keep you?”

You huffed, running a hand through your silver hair. “Is that what they told you?”

Daemon chuckled darkly. “It is what Tyland told me.”

You snorted. “Of course it was Tyland. I thought he was jesting.”

Daemon glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable. “And?”

You tilted your head, smiling just slightly. “And what?”

Daemon sighed, shaking his head. “And what do you intend to do about it?”

You exhaled, stretching your arms above your head as you walked. “Haven’t decided.”

Daemon chuckled, his smirk returning. “You do realize they mean to marry you.”

You smirked back. “I had noticed.”

Daemon hummed, glancing toward the open archway ahead, where the sunlight streamed in golden beams over the stone. “And?”

You let out a lazy breath. “They amuse me.”

Daemon chuckled. “For now.”

You grinned. “That is all that matters.”

Daemon tilted his head slightly, watching you as you continued walking. “And if they press the matter?”

You let out a hum, considering. “Then I shall press back.”

Daemon smirked. “Spoken like a true Targaryen.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head—but then his expression shifted.

Something more measured.

Something more serious.

Your smirk faltered slightly. “What?”

Daemon sighed, his fingers drumming against his sword hilt. “Viserys wants to speak with you.”

You groaned, tilting your head back. “Why?”

Daemon’s lips twitched. “Because we disagreed on something.”

You rolled your eyes. “How shocking.”

Daemon smirked, though it was edged with something knowing. “Best not keep him waiting.”

You sighed, already regretting whatever conversation awaited you.

Daemon chuckled, shaking his head. “Try not to make him have another attack, hm?”

You shot him a mock glare before turning toward the direction of the throne room.

Because if Viserys wanted words—

You had plenty to give him.

The grand doors of the royal solar loomed ahead, the black and crimson banners of House Targaryen hanged around it. The guards stationed outside eyed you warily but did not dare to stop you as you pushed through the heavy doors without waiting to be announced.

Viserys sat at the long table, a cup of wine untouched beside him, his crown slightly askew on his thinning silver hair. He looked tired—older than you remembered, his frame heavier, his eyes sunken with the weight of his rule.

He turned as you entered. “Ah. You’ve come.”

You smirked, closing the doors behind you. “You did summon me, did you not?”

Viserys shook his head, rubbing his temple. “I had hoped you would come with a clearer mind.”

Your smirk widened. “And what exactly must I clear my mind of, dear uncle?”

Viserys exhaled, gesturing toward the chair across from him. “Sit.”

You did not.

Instead, you strolled toward the side of the room, eyeing the tapestries that lined the walls—depictions of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters, their dragons carving the Seven Kingdoms into submission.

“I hear,” Viserys began slowly, measuredly, “that Lord Jason and Lord Tyland have… rather ambitious intentions.”

You chuckled softly, trailing your fingers over the embroidered fabric of Balerion the Black Dread. “Do they?”

Viserys exhaled sharply. “Do not play with me, child.”

You finally turned to him, tilting your head. “Child?”

Viserys groaned, shaking his head. “I have had enough of your father’s arrogance, I do not need yours on top of it.”

Your smirk sharpened. “Then perhaps you should not have summoned me.”

Viserys pinched the bridge of his nose. “This—this thing you are doing with the Lannisters. It must stop.”

Your amusement faltered slightly, but only just. “And why is that?”

Viserys let out a long breath. “Because it is madness.” He leaned forward slightly. “One Lannister is enough of a headache. But two? Do you realize the uproar this will cause?”

You shrugged. “Then perhaps they should all mind their own affairs.”

Viserys looked exasperated. “The Faith of the Seven will never allow it.”

You hummed, stepping toward the table, your fingers lightly trailing the polished wood. “Then we shall have a Valyrian wedding.”

Viserys’ face drained of color. “You cannot be serious.”

You smiled. “Oh, I am very serious.”

Viserys gaped at you, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. “Do you understand what you are saying? A woman taking two husbands? It is blasphemy in the eyes of the Faith! It is—”

“A Valyrian tradition,” you interrupted smoothly, tilting your head. “Was it blasphemy when Aegon took both Visenya and Rhaenys to wife?”

Viserys’ breath hitched. “That was different—”

“Was it?” you mused, crossing your arms. “Or is it simply because I am not a man?”

Viserys stilled, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for an argument.

You smirked. “What is the worst that could happen, uncle? The Septon denouncing me? The lords whispering behind their hands? The Faith Militant rising from the ashes?” You let out a soft chuckle. “Perhaps I shall set them alight myself.”

Viserys slammed his fist against the table, his frustration finally snapping. “By the gods, do you ever think before you speak?”

You tilted your head, smirking. “Rarely.”

Viserys groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “You sound just like Daemon.”

You grinned. “Why, thank you.”

Viserys exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “The realm will not accept this.”

You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands against the table. “Then the realm can burn.”

Viserys stared at you, his face paler than you had ever seen it.

You had not meant the words literally.

… Or perhaps you had.

Either way, it no longer mattered.

Because there was no undoing them now.

[wawamouse]

56 and 60 with Chico and Miguel for the asks?

Here we go~

56 & 60 under the cut! Language warning for 60. I am a little 🍷🤗 rn (and in writing these) so extra apologies for any typos!

56) Miguel/Chico, Out of Habit

He loves Miguel, and that’s a tough pill to swallow. Not because it’s fucking gay—nah, he’s taken it up the ass enough times and liked it to be over that particular hill. Problem is he’s going to be in Oz for a while, and Miguel isn’t. Every year he’s up for parole is a year that might be their last together. 

He loves Miguel, and there’s a fucking expiration date on their relationship. Can’t be ignored, especially not these days when they’re waiting to hear back from the parole board, Chico as much as Miguel.

“I get out, I’ll still come visit you,” Miguel murmurs, nuzzling against Chico’s side. He’s sweet. Sweet when he’s like this, sated and curled around Chico, arms heavy against his body, an anchoring weight.

“You come back here, I’ll kill you,” Chico replies, which gets Miguel’s head lifting, a frown thrown his way. “I’m serious. If you get out, don’t visit me, Miguel. Get yourself some pussy or—or dick, you know? Forget about me.”    

There’s a moment where Miguel just stares at him, brown eyes big and unconvinced. “Don’t bullshit me,” he says.

“I’m not—”

And Miguel’s lips touch his, bringing him to silence. He can’t not kiss Miguel back. It’s automatic, instinctive as breathing at this point. They can go days without having a chance to sneak away sometimes, so when the opportunity’s there, Chico always takes it.

He feels Miguel smiling against his mouth.

“Don’t want some other dick. Want yours. Want you,” he says against Chico’s lips.

The words buzz over Chico’s skin—lights a bittersweet warmth in his belly. He sits up and looks down at Miguel, who just gives him a cocky grin and folds one arm behind his head, his other hand attached to Chico’s body, stroking a lazy path up and down his side.

“What? Don’t act like you don’t like hearing that, baby,” Miguel says. “I know you do.”

Of course he does. Chico licks his lips—avoids a direct response by instead pointing out they’d better get all their shit back on and get going soon.

“Hey.” Miguel catches him at the door a minute later, his hand shooting out to block it opening.

There’s a finger hooking under Chico’s chin then, Miguel drawing him in a final time before they both have to shove all that shit down. His mouth is soft and closed, pressing an angelic little kiss to Chico’s mouth that doesn’t mesh much with the earlier slam of his hips. None of it’s new to Chico, who accepts that chaste press of Miguel’s lips without a thought—kisses him back because he fucking loves him—fuck—and then opens the door, that lingering thought following him back out into the prison:

How many kisses until their last?

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#60 Miguel/Chico, Out of Hate

He’s fucking dirt these days, leadership unceremoniously plucked from his grasp, taken away without much consideration to what he thinks. Hadn’t been no announcement or anything. El Cid had arrived, and one word—white—and suddenly Miguel’s chopped liver, trailing the group, no seat saved, no ears open to what he has to say. 

Guerra’s not white, though, neither on the outside nor on the inside.

He’s a bastard through and through, is what he is. His betrayal sticks the deepest; Miguel had made him his fucking lieutenant, yet it’s Chico who jumps ship first, sidling up to El Cid, and proceeding to throw taunts Miguel’s way just to ingratiate himself to his new boss.

Fucking pathetic, really.

But it’s Miguel who’s got the boot against his neck, not Chico, whose willingness to use him as the butt of whatever dumb joke he thinks up seems appreciated by Hernandez. Doesn’t matter much that Miguel finds he could fucking kill Chico every time he so much as smirks his way.

Traitorous fucking cockeyed freak. 

Shut the fuck up only makes Chico grin—makes him lick his chops in obvious pleasure—so Miguel keeps his cool for the most part, taking his own quiet solace in the way it pisses Chico off. He can feel the narrowed eyes follow him around the unit, a sharp, baleful focus there, demanding his attention where everyone can see.

Miguel doesn’t give it. Doesn’t want to. He doesn’t like how Guerra kisses the ring—how he mocks and goads like the rest, loud and buffoonish. 

“You gonna do your job, man…  or are you a fag?” Chico says, pushing it, even when Miguel’s been doing the gracious thing of not grabbing him by his stupid long hair and slamming his head into the table until he’s a bloody fucking mess.

He finally snaps, turning viciously amidst the motherfucker’s ridiculous bak bak baks. He’s no fucking chicken; “You shut the fuck up,” Miguel spits. “I’ll take your fuckin’ eyes.”

Chico’s expression lights up, his head tilting as he chomps his gum, Big Red all blowing in Miguel’s face—cinnamon, the heat filling his head.

That haze doesn’t go anywhere—just festers, turning into a static in Miguel’s head that spreads like a virus. Makes his body shake, makes him think, Forget El Cid, forget Rivera.

“Come and try,” Chico taunts, and Miguel can read the writing on the wall, thank you very much, but the end of the day comes and goes and Rivera still has his eyes.

Miguel slams Chico against the concrete wall of their little meeting spot instead. Hears Chico give a hiccup of a laugh, air punched out of his lungs before he can start acting like that’s exactly where he wants to be, pressed between rock and the hardness of Miguel’s body.

“He says he’s gonna kill you,” Chico huffs, a little tune to his words, delivered derisively as Miguel forces his pants down.

“Maybe,” Miguel mutters, that unhurried grunt belying his impatience. The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears drowns out a lot of the rustle of their clothes, that angry tension he’s been holding in his body winding tighter and tighter in preparation for release.

He wants to beat Chico black and blue, till he can’t laugh out another breath—but he wants to use him first—see if he can’t have his own little victory.

Guerra’s cocky, in his own way. Thinks he can have his cake and eat it, too. Spit in Miguel’s face and still ride his dick or whatever.

Miguel whips him around and pulls him close, solid weight against him—used to be a good thing, a respite, before it all went to shit. Used to take the edge off; now he just makes sure Chico’s mouth is on his when the door opens like he planned. If there’s one thing El Cid hates more than Miguel, it’s the maricones sashaying around Em City. He’s said so more than once—how the likes of Hanlon and Fiona deserve to die; what he wouldn’t give for the chance to whack ‘em—get them out of his sight.

That’s why it has to be a kiss; why Miguel wants Chico wrapped around him, hand down his boxers and tongue in his mouth when light spills into the room.

Gay.

He hears Chico’s stuttering gasp through the triumphant roar in his ears and his body feels hot, spite making that lingering cinnamon taste of Chico in his mouth extra sweet, doubly so as he sees the flash of Chico’s panic, head turning too-late to the already empty doorway.

It’s what he gets. What he deserves, the fucking cocksucker.

Miguel leans back and grins, satisfaction trickling through him, rotting him from the inside out. And when Chico turns back to look at him, betrayed, he’s got that same doom in his eyes, and Miguel just laughs in his stupid face.

He’s a dead man walking, yeah, and now when he goes down, Guerra’s soon to follow.

[utmostzenith]

The young angel caretaker watched on the roof of a building from afar as her best friend interacts with the man thing. What did Zaishvaer see in the brutes that are men? Sure, Vavengra was one of the good ones and sure Zaishvaer had a few other men who were also in the same category of an acceptable lover for the Evolinaa. But the rest? They were just men who used Zaishvaer for her body, they weren't alive anymore.

She fiddles with the cracked halo around her neck, this halo ment something, but what it ment she didn't know. She just knew that she wanted to protect Zaishvaer, her best friend who she'd die for. She knew Zaishvaer would do the same as well, Zaishvaer had saved her many times in the past. An sisterly bond they had, one of a small handful Kaja considered family.

Then she would see an opening, Azura had left the side of the male to go get something from a food truck parked on the rather lazy streat. Now would be the perfect time to confront the man, warn him of his fate if he harms her honorary sister. Pulling out her holo-phone she would hack into his phone and send a message.

[Unkown number has sent a message]

[Unkown number] - If you harm her, I won't hesitate to gut you like a pig.

Yes, this should work. She could fight him if needed which is fun, but for now she'd rather not draw Zaishvaer's attention. Who knows how that would end.

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Meanwhile Azura had returned with some food for the two of them. Two large, tantalizing and juicy burgers with a side of fries in a cardboard container. This one's one of her favorite food truck's from a chain that spaned across the realms of Kiokleaven, she was happy he came with her. If anything, she was using this as an apology for being rude when he was pouring the strange liquid on her head.

"The food has arrived!"

She says happily as she hands him the cardboard container. It had taken a good ten or so minutes for her to come back.

"Hey, is everything alright? I don’t think I left ya alone for to long now did I?"

He simply nodded his head when she decided food for him and for her. While she was waiting for her turn to come, he looked around to kill some time until his phone made a noise that meant he had received a message. He pulled it out and looked at the clear threatening message but was unmoved.

— I didn't know Azura had a stalker. If anything, you are more a danger to her than I am. Still, if you want me away from Azura, how about you come and try me? Not being one to refuse a challenge or letting anyone badmouth him. That was what he responded to the stranger. A stranger, he concluded, was watching them as they were speaking.

He did not have the time or patience to play games. If he wanted to fight with someone, he would throw the starting punch but whoever this loser was. They must have felt comfortable sending a message instead of saying this right in his face, afraid of the potential fight that could happen. He put his phone in his pocket after reading his other messages.

When Azura showed with the food, he took it from her hand and looked at her for a long time before deciding to keep what had happened hidden. She was the reason he had received the clear threat, but he did not need her help to put an end to the issue as well as the clear misunderstanding of his person.

Though, he wasn't concerned with the last part. All he would do when seeing who sent the message is punching them in the face.

— Nothing. Let's eat.

[libidomechanica]

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[shimmerbeasts]

"Of course not."

No matter how Mizora framed it, she had seen the change in Isobel's hands. There was no logical point in hiding that, and yet, the Cambion chose to do it anyway. Sometimes, people need a certain denial for comfort. And it seemed Isobel was in two minds about how to feel when it came to her. Far too many tales warned of making deals with the devil. Why could they not see that most devils merely wanted to help? And surely, their price was more than affordable. It didn't kill you after all.

Still, among the ones who had the greatest struggle in handing her their hand, were any clergy member. Even if Isobel did not belong to any church, as a cleric of Selune, she had placed her faith in the silver sister in the sky. Clerics always needed a very patient approach. Insult their faith and they might just turn you down. Become too vile and diabolical in their presence, and they might just attempt to smithe or banish you back to the ring, you originated from. Engaging with any member of any faith or religion was a dangerous dance on a razor's edge, and yet, as far as Mizora was concerned if done right, it could be the most rewarding.

"My sincerest apologies... Isobel, was it?" Mizora inclined her head slightly up, voice careful and controlled, trying to figure out what kind of tone was the most comforting to hear for this particular cleric, "The company, I normally keep, prefers a comforting touch." Though, of course, sometimes, she had to yank a couple of leashes to get her beloved pets in line. Animals required a strong handler as much as they asked for a gentle caretaker. "I'll promise to keep my hands to myself from now on, and only ever breach your skin if I have asked."

Isobel had backed away from her at first like most of the clergy did when they laid eyes on the billowing, leathery wings and her horns. The only members of any clergy, who ever welcomed Mizora with open arms, were the Cults of Zariel, often treating her as an embassy of her mother. Thus she had been prepared for Isobel to draw away at first and not fully trusting her. She had even suspected, she might need to do a few subsequent visits to ensure that the cleric of Selune saw her as more of an ally than a fiend.

However, it seemed that her words had struck a nerve after all. For no sooner had Mizora mentioned the Raven Queen by name, that Isobel came darting back into her periphery. The cleric practically drowned her in a slew of questions. Usually, Mizora took a while for people to become this talkative around her. And yet, here was the daughter of Ketheric Thorm, talking up a storm.

As Isobel once more revealed her hands - black like charcoal and sprouting up her underarm like tendrils of lightning -, Mizora smirked, drinking in the foul appearance, completed with vicious claws, and merely inquired: "May I?" She held up a corpse-blue palm, offering Isobel to place her hand among her fingers like asking a fly to land in a Venus fly trap voluntarily.

Her fingers closed gingerly around Isobel's wrist as if she did not dare to scratch upon the darkened skin. The Cambion idly raised her hand to her nose and sniffed. "Fascinating", Mizora whispered under her breath, "There is quite a lot you don't seem to know. And it seems that whoever hides that information from you, does not want you to know. Far be it from me to divulge information, you may not be ready for. That would make me quite a bad devil indeed, wouldn't it?"

Her hand released Isobel's and the Cambion brushed a finger over her lip as if she was wiping away some blood. Mizora said with a lazy smile: "Though, I suppose I can tell you one thing, for I am sure this is not something, the daughter of Ketheric Thorm should be able to do. Are you aware that you have a panther's pelt under that half-elf skin of yours, Silverstar?"

◈　 ⇢  @shimmerbeasts　 ⋯　 Continued Ask ♡ 　 ⸻　Isobel learning some interesting facts from Mizora.

The fiend had interrupted her train of thought, but more so, immediate discomfort at being touched by someone she didn’t know. Her arm pulled away quickly, grabbing the gloves and wiggling her fingers into them. Had this cambion seen? All her mind could do was whirl with discomfort and covered up the cursed hands. In sync with her actions, Isobel had shifted to her feet and took a few steps back, acutely aware of her spear just inches from her hand on the ground, though she did not attack.

Her gentle voice is not what Isobel expected from someone of fiendish nature. “There’s nothing to see,” Isobel confidently conveyed to Mizora as her gloved hands were now completely covered, and she brushed her wrist where the tail had been. “We have a bit of decorum up here. You tend to ask before you just touch,” the words a hint of sass behind it, still disturbed by being touched.

“Well, next time, ask. I am not one of your warlocks that you can interrupt at any day,” Isobel said as she could step away, but then she froze in her step. “The Raven Queen?” Isobel twisted her head and stared at Mizora. That... wasn’t possible. Ketheric had resurrected her. How she didn’t know. What baffled her is that everyone Ketheric resurrected were undead creatures, but she wasn’t. The necrotic magic did not touch her skin, and it affected her. If she was undead, necrotic magic would have no effect upon her. So how did her father do it? How? There were far too many questions that could not be answered.

Until this.

“Wait, what do you mean? What do you know about that Raven Queen? Why would she...” All the questions suddenly flowed from her lips, and she moved toward Mizora. She was not a fool to think Mizora could have all the answers. That was unlikely. But the fact that she sensed something that might be the truth? If she knew anything, even a speck of information that lead to her revival, Isobel wanted to know. “Is it.... this?” Isobel said as she slowly removed her glove, once more revealing the raven black hand of hers. It traveled up her arm, and like tendrils of lightning bolted around her forearm. A contrast between her pale ivory skin stark against the black. “I didn’t have this when I was alive before, but when I woke, it was there. Is this how you know? Why do I not remember anything?” Isobel growled slightly, staring down at her black hand, her nails claw-like and sharper than before as she curled her fingers into her palm. Silver-green eyes peered down at her hand before focusing on Mizora again.

She needed to know everything she knew.

[obey-me-disaster]

Ohoho, I've come up with a fluffy idea and figured I'd come dump it on you because I am too lazy to write it myself. >:)

Various brothers have a tendency to fall asleep in MC's room or within their vicinity. One day MC manages to take off their shirt while they're alseep and draws all over their chest / shoulders/ stomach, this way its not so everyone can see and they dont get embarrassed. They write little poems + hearts + compliments + words of encouragement and "I love you!!" + "MC was here" written everywhere. After MC drew on them they put their shirt back on and went back to bed like nothing happened. Later the brother of MC's choice takes a shower / changes their clothes and finds MC's "artwork". How would they react?

This is so cute??! With the way some of them act like MC's room is their room this can very well happen.

This ask really got me out of the writer's block so I think I ended doing just a little bit more than you asked, hope you'll still enjoy it ^-^

Demon brothers x gn!MC

MC who writes cute messages on their body while they sleep

Lucifer

A/N: This was inspired by a chat with drunk Lucifer.

The likelihood of normal Lucifer falling asleep in MC's room is low. The chances of MC writing on his body are even lower. Drunk Lucifer on the other hand...

MC was just chilling in their room when Lucifer stumbled in. They knew he was drunk due to all the affectionate messages he has been sending them throughout the night but they were not expecting him to show up in their room.

MC rushed to check if he was alright but he merely brushed off their concerns saying he just wanted to see them before going to rest.

There was not much going through his head at the moment besides regretting the 'who can drink the most' bet with Diavolo and wanting to see MC before going to sleep. Between wanting to check up on them and trying to leave the room he wasn't sure when he ended up in their bed.

Maybe it was when MC insisted that they should give him some water before going to him, or it was when he decided to wait for them and ended up falling asleep.

By the time MC came back with a glass of water and a light snack he was fast asleep in their bed. Sighing MC put down the water and snack and went to cover him with a blanket. It wasn't everyday he got to rest and MC was sure as hell not going to wake him up.

As they approached they couldn't help but admire his features. He had a slight flush across his face, probably from the demonus he drank earlier, that made him look quite cute. Paired with the serene look on his face MC couldn't help but take a picture, it was not everyday the avatar of pride looked so relaxed, let alone sleep in their bed.

They wanted to let Lucifer know how much they loved him, how they wanted him to sleep in their room on other occasions, not only when he was drunk and of course, how cute he looked. At that moment, it was not possible, in the morning he may be hangover. If they leave a note about it he may not see it and sending him a text about it may have the same outcome so they settled on the only rational decision their brain could come up with at 3 am, writing on his body.

At first MC wanted to write on his hand, it would not fit all the things they wanted to write so they slowly pulled his shirt up. They looked over at him to be sure he won't wake up, they didn't want to explain why they were lifting up his shirt while sleeping.

Once they were sure he wouldn't wake up they begun to write various messages with little hearts along his torso. Once they were satisfied MC decided to climb in bed and go to sleep cuddled up to Lucifer.

By the time they woke up Lucifer was already gone, probably to avoid his brothers finding him in their room. Checking their phone they saw they got a message from Lucifer. He apologized for the trouble he caused so late into the night and told them to come into his room in order to thank them properly. MC started to wander if Lucifer will ignore the messages on his body or not. Even if he did, this whole incident started to become a habit for MC every time one of the brothers fell asleep in their room.

Meanwhile in Lucifer's room

He woke up not long after MC fell asleep besides him. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together and decided to leave before any of his brothers would barge in and start a ruckus.

In his room he started to undress so he could change into his pijamas when he saw something written on his torso. Going in front of the mirror he started to read all the sweet messages MC left on his body. He couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He snapped a quick photo of all the messages before deciding he should really make it up to them the next day. Who knows, he may end up sleeping in their room again just as they wished.

Mammon

When is he not in MC's room? He might as well move there with how much he stays there. His phone charger, some of clothes and other junk can be found in MC's room.

Tonight was no different. He was sitting in his bed complaining about Lucifer while MC was finishing up a project for school. He tried to convince them to stop doing homework and spend time with him but to no avail. Frustrated he tried to give them the silence treatment. In his mind MC would come and beg for him to talk with them and stop doing all the school work, it was a full proof plan in his head.

What he didn't take into account was the fact that he would fall asleep in MC's bed and how could he not. The bed was so warm and soft and had MC's scent all over it. Add the fact that he was not being entertained by MC and they get a Mammon fast asleep, holding one of their pillows.

After 5 minutes of silence MC went to check on him and sure enough, he was fast asleep. The scene was all too similar to the one time Lucifer fell asleep, fact that gave them an idea.

They grabbed a pencil and went to pull his shirt up. He moved in his sleep a few times and tried to grab at MC but they managed to get away. No need to get beaten by a sleeping Mammon the way Levi did in the past.

With enough space for writing MC went to work. Small doodles of money and hearts and a few messages about how much they love him. They also snuck the words 'great Mammon' and 'first' here and there but they were not very noticeable.

Being satisfied with their work, MC pulled down his shirt and went back to finish their school project. It would take a while for Mammon to wake, late alone to discover MC's little surprise.

When Mammon woke up in the morning he realized that his plan to make MC beg for attention failed miserably but even with the failed plan he couldn't get mad. MC was holding tightly onto him.

He stayed like that for a while, trying to savour the moment for as long as he could. He didn't think to get up until he could hear his stomach growl, at which point he decided it's time to get up.

He slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom attached to MC room to change his clothes and wash his face in order to freshen up.

When he took of his shirt he noticed something written all over his chest and stomach. At first he thought that some witch did something to him and was on the verge to go wake up MC when he noticed some little hearts from the corner of his eyes.

He pulled out his phones and took a photo of all the writing so he could finally take a proper look at the writing. When he started to slowly read all the cutesy messages written in gold from his chest and stomach he nearly dropped him phone right there and then.

He didn't know whatever to go wake up MC or not so he decided to do the most logical thing in his mind. Go to his room and start spaming their phone with messages. He tried to put on his usual tsundure attitude during their texts but it was clear he was over the moon about the whole thing.

He made sure not only to take a few more photos of himself with the stuff written by MC but to fall asleep in their room more often with a golden marker right next to him. he couldn't be more obvious

Leviathan

Levi is an introvert through and through. Being around crowds drains his energy and he has to spend some time alone in order to bounce back to his old self. But just because he likes to be alone from time to time in order to recharge his social battery it doesn't mean he likes being lonely.

He often goes to MC room and plays or watches something on his phone while MC does something else entirely. Just being in their presence was enough for him to not feel lonely anymore.

It was one of those night where his social battery was below zero but he really didn't want to be alone when he entered MC's room and went to sit on their bed. MC merely waved at him and went back to whatever they were doing.

They knew Levi would come into their room. Earlier that day Diavolo hosted a party which exhausted Levi to the core. They prepared for him some of their softest plushies they got from various brothers for him to hold.

When they first begun to do this Levi was afraid it would get awkward. Sitting in silence and doing different things seemed like a recipe for disaster but it turned out completely fine. It made their bond stronger, Levi could swear his intimacy level for MC went up.

Levi made himself comfortable and started to collect all his daily logins from numerous gacha games from his phone. The only time anyone spoke was when MC asked if he wanted some snacks but they were met with silence. They softly asked again in case Levi didn't hear them but they got the same response.

They went to check on him only to discover that he has fallen asleep while holding his phone. MC couldn't help but go grab their phone so they could take a picture. It was the first time Leviathan felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in their room. Once they were satisfied with the number of photos they took they went to grab a dark purple pen to start writing on him. They already did that to his older brothers, it might as well become a tradition of sorts.

Pulling his shirt up was definitely way easier of a task to do than they thought. The hard part came when they started to write. Apparently Levi was quite ticklish so he would squirm every time MC's been would be tracing anything on his chest, torso and shoulders. They wrote various references to romance anime that they have watched and the inside jokes between them. They tried to draw a small ruri chan too but didn't come out too well. Once they were satisfied they pulled his shirt down and let him continue his nap.

By the time he woke MC was no longer in the room but they did leave him a note saying that they went to out to buy something. Seeing as he was alone he took it as his chance to leave since he felt pretty embarrassed for falling asleep like that.

It wasn't until later that night, when he was preparing to take a bath that he noticed all the writing. He quickly went to a mirror and when he saw all the messages left by MC he nearly fainted right there and then. He felt like the protagonist of some romantic anime, or even beyond that since he has never seen a scene like that in anything that he has watched.

Even when he would try to deny that MC felt like that about him, those thoughts would quickly go away as he would stare down at the proof that MC truly love him.

He stood for quite a few minutes, thinking on the best way to preserve all of this when he realized that MC, in order to leave all the cute notes and doodles, would have had to lift up his shirt . That was the last thing he thought about before his brain started to malfunction.

Satan

Whenever Satan would feel angry at something and needed a way to calm down he would either go read a book, pet some cats, take his anger out on something in the forest or go stay in MC's presence. This situation was quite similar to Levi's, where he would go to MC's room just to spend time together in silence, while they would do different things.

And in the same way MC would prepare some plushies or snacks for Levi, they would prepare tea or sneak a cat in the HOL. While Satan reading in the presence of MC wasn't a rare thing, him coming into their room to read in order to calm down didn't happen too often. As much as Satan appreciates MC looking out for him and enjoys the small things they do for him, he wouldn't want to be angry in their presence too often. Especially during the times when he feels he doesn't have that much control over his emotions.

This time tho, it wasn't that bad. He couldn't say he felt truly angered, just annoyed at how badly the day went for him. When he entered MC's room they immediately could tell why he came, so they welcomed him in and excused themself to go bring some tea for him and something to drink for themself.

He really couldn't thank then enough for all the things they do for him, so he just figured he would think of a way to surprise them once he is fully calm.

After MC came back with their drinks, both of them settled in a comfortable silence, doing their own thing. This went on for a while and before he could even realize, he fell asleep while hugging the book.

Being used to this by now, the gently took the book from his hands and put it on their, making sure to put a bookmark on whatever page Satan was on. After making sure everything was out of the way they grabbed their phone to snap a few pictuers of him and a marker and went to work.

While lightly lifting up his shirt wasn't that hard, MC got stuck on what to write for him. They made sure to write something unique for each brother and they wanted to do something like that for Satan too. Sure, they could draw a cat and make some cat puns, but Satan's range of interests went way beyond his love for felines.

A shiver from Satan snapped MC out of their throughts. If they kept his shirt up for too long he would wake up from feeling cold, so they had to act quickly. They started to think of all the love poems they heard Satan talk about and quickly searched for them on their DDD. While these wouldn't exactly be MC's words they would still carry the same sentiment.

As they start writing down various small love poems, MC made a mental note to actually think of one for the next time this happens. After thet made sure everything was written down, they made a small drawing of a kitten and pulled down his shirt.

When Satan woke up he was none the wiser about the surprise MC prepared for him under his shirt. He apologized for falling asleep like that and excused himself to go back to his room. All of his brothers could tell that he left MC's bedroom so much calmer than when he went in.

He went straight into his room to take a shower so he could properly go to bed after as he still felt quite tired despite the nap that he took. As he was about to step in the shower he noticed the writing across his chest and stomach.

As he went in front of a mirror to read he quickly recognized both the writing and the poems across his body. Those were all poems that Satan has talked about or from poets he has showed to MC. Across his chest there was a small message that said 'Despite them not being my words they carry the same sentiment. Next time I will come up with something just for you.'

If he, by some slim chance was still angry, this would have gotten rid of any and all negative emotions. He made sure to carefully read all the poems. He already knew them by heart, but since this was MC's hard work, it would be a shame to not appreciate it. He really had to come up with something to express his gratitude to MC as fast as he could.

Asmodeus

Sleep overs between MC and Asmodeus happened quite often. Sometimes they were planned well ahead, sometimes they were on the spur of the and this one was of the latter kind. Both of them came back from a party and since neither of them felt like going on their seprate ways, they decided to have a sleep over in MC's room.

The first part of their sleep over was just taking of any make up and accessories they bad followed by changing into their pijamas. While in theory it may sound like this would be done in 10 minutes, it took them an hour, or at least it took Asmo an hour to officialy be done.

He would have been done way faster but he kept on stopping to tell MC about the latest gossip he heard. By the time he was finished getting into his pijamas he was beyond exhausted. All the hype from that party that kept him awake was gone and replaced with need to cuddle up to MC and fall asleep.

He wanted to stay awake and talk with MC a little bit more but he knew all too well that his body was drained from all the partying. Despite slowly falling asleep, he continued to tell MC about the latest drama his fans caused while holding their hand.

When his breathing became even and he stopped from talking, MC saw it as their chance to get up from bed and get a pen ready. They made sure to pick a glitter pink pen just for him. MC made quick work of his shirt, it was honestly shocking he was wearing clothes at all since he likes to sleep all natural. They started to write as many cutesy messages and draw hearts all over him. Asmo would softly laugh in his sleep here in there, probably being tickled by MC writing on his skin.

Once they have deemed that they wrote enough messages MC put the glitter pen away and went back to sleep, this time cuddling Asmo properly.

When morning came Asmo got out of bed way earlier than MC and went back to his bedroom so he could start his skin care routine which would take a while. Before all of that, he wanted to take a bath first in order to relax, but as he undressed he noticed something across his body.

He went to one of his many mirrors and started to admire MC's handiwork. He tried to recall to any time MC showed signs of being into body writing but he couldn't recall any specific moment. He couldn't wait to show MC his appreciation for their little surprise but before that he had to make sure to take a ton of pictures of himself with the writing on him to share on Devilgram. he lowkey started a new trend

Beelzebub

Since MC's room was right next to the kitchen, Beel would often end up in their bedroom in the middle of the night after one of his late snacks and this time was no exception.

After having his fill more like emptying the fridge he decided to pass by MC's room since he felt like seeing them. He slowly opened the door,as to not wake them only to find out they were wide awake, watching a movie. Since he was already there MC invited him over to watch the movie with them and share some of their snacks.

Beel didn't need to be told twice and immediately crossed the room and went to sit next to them on the bed. As the movie went on and the snacks started to disappear, he could feel himself starting to fall asleep. With MC right next to him and with the room being mostly dark, it made it easy for him to fall asleep.

The only reason MC noticed that the demon besides fell asleep was from hearing him snoring. It made for quite the cute and MC decided to play with his hair. As their hand reached his head, Beel grabbed their hand and started to lightly nibble at it.

Quickly MC retracted their hand and got up to pick on of their pens. They were no longer in the mood to finish the movie so they figured it was just the right moment to write something on Beel.

MC gently lifted up Beel's shirt and tried to avoid being grabbed by the sleeping demon. They took a moment to admire his body. It was far from being the first time seeing him like but MC still couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate his body. Since he was the biggest out of all the brothers ment that MC had more space to write all sorts of compliments and words of encouragement. After making sure that his chest and abs were covered in all sorts of messages and small doodles, MC pulled down his shirt and went to sleep like nothing happened.

In morning Beel woke up and left the room while MC was still soundly asleep. He felt bad for falling asleep during the movie, but decided to think of a way to make it up to MC after his morning work out.

When he entered his bedroom he went straight into changing himself into some clothes ment for working out. As he took his shirt off he noticed there was something not only across his chest but across his stomach too. At first he thought he got some food on him from raiding the fridge but when he looked closer he realized there were words written on him.

He took a picture of them and started to read. It didn't take him long to realize it was MC's doing so he didn't waste any second and went back to in their room so he could express how happy he was to wake up with all those compliments on him. He didn't bother to put his shirt back on, there was no need to cover up MC's little surprise for him. imagine waking up by a shirtless beel picking you up in order to hug

Belphegor

MC's room is one, if not his favourite places to sleep in. Not only did he get to sleep surrounded by their scent, but if he got lucky he would get to sleep all cuddled up to MC. It was a win in his book no matter what.

To MC's dismay, he doesn't always announce his presence, so there were quite a few times where MC sat right on top of him without meaning to. To make matters even more difficult for MC, the bastard would require them to cuddle him in order to make up for the hurt that they have caused. If MC didn't know any better, they would think he was doing it on purpose.

Because of that, MC got in the habit to check if there was anyone in their bed before even thinking of trying to get on it. While the habit was a bit weird it finally payed off. There he was, the avatar of sloth in all of his beauty, sleeping and hugging close to his chest one of MC's plushies.

He looked quite adorable in his sleep. you wouldn't believe he was capable of murdering you MC tried to gently shake him awake but he wouldn't budge so they just gave up on the idea all together.

Since it looked he was not going to wake up MC went to pick one of their pens. In a way it was quite ironic that the person that sleeps the most in their room was the last one to get compliments written on him.

MC moved his body so that he would lie on his back. It turned out to be way easier than they would have expected. It honestly felt like Belphie himself moved so MC would have an easier time writing on him.

Lifting his shirt they started by drawing small constellations here and there, followed by some compliments and other cute messages they could think of.

Once satisfied with their work MC tried to get up from the bed when a hand suddenly grabbed. When they looked down they saw Belphie having one of his most insufferable smirks on his face.

At that moment the realization finally hit MC and made them feel quite silly for forgeting such an important detail. Belphie is often aware of what is happening around him while he is sleeping. That's the only reason he has grades high enough to rivale Satan despite doing nothing but sleep during classes. That also explains why he was so easy to move around a few minutes prior.

It was too late to be having regrets tho. MC was being held thightly by Belphegor and they just knew they are about to be teased relentlessly by him.

[asterrrific]

How I think SKZ would react if they see you sleeping on their side of the bed🌱

Scenario: SKZ comes home late. You told yourself that you'd stay up and wait for them but it's already waaay past midnight and you were already waaaaay too sleepy.

Genre: fluff fluff

Warnings: none

OT8 x reader

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CHAN

"Y/N???" over and over and when no one answers, he concludes you're already asleep.

Would literally tiptoe all the way to your room up till he lays in bed with you.

"Wait, y/n's sleeping on my side of the bed tho-"

Will try to carry you back to your side but you stirred so he draws back and sits for a bit to think of something else.

"Oh, whatever." and proceeds to sleep as he lays on your side of the bed instead and cuddles you to him.

LeeKnow

SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN ANNOUNCING THAT HE'S HOME AND ASKING WHERE HIS BABY'S AT

Realizes you're already asleep when he notices you already tucked in so he shuts his mouth immediately.

"Wait, that's my side y/n's sleeping on! Y/N! (lightly taps your leg) HEY Y/N!!! (REALLY taps your leg) THAT'S MY SIDE, GO BACK TO YOURS."

You follow and go back to your side ✨grumpily✨ but he follows right after you. He grabs you by the shoulder and turns you so you're facing him.

"I'm kidding. I missed you." starts to pepper you with butterfly kisses and you smile in your sleep.

Changbin

Knows that you'll be asleep by the time he comes home.

Does his business quietly as you sleep on to dreamland.

Was about to go to bed and cuddle you when he realizes you're in his spot and hugging HIS pillows.

"Aww, fine. You can have my pillows. You're better to hug than those."

Slips in carefully so as not to disturb you but you still feel him as he pulls you closer to his chest so you mumble his name.

"Shh, go back to sleep. I love you." as he drops a kiss on the top of your head.

Hyunjin

Mans would 🤨 when he sees you sleeping in his spot.

Would rant to the air about why you should sleep in your own spot instead as he prepares himself for sleep.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he wonders out loud as he tries different ways on how to move you back to your side.

Stops in his tracks when he sees you smiling in your sleep.

"Okay, just this once. Only coz you must be having sweet sweet dreams rn and i dont wanna ruin it for you." then he slips in behind you, bidding you good night as he leaves a soft kiss on your neck.

Han

"MY BABY LOOKS SO PRETTY EVEN IN SLEEP WHAT EVEN IS THIS LIFE THIS WORLD IS SO UNFAIR."

Rants to you on why he looks like a sleeping chipmunk when he's asleep while you look like a sleeping princess (as if you could hear him.)

MANS WONT EVEN CARE IF YOU'RE IN HIS SPOT.

"Cute, y/n's snuggling with my pillows🥺 aww."

Tucks both of you in, then wraps his arms around your waist as he burries his face on the crook of your neck.

He feels you stir a bit in your sleep so he feels for your hand, squeezes it, then holds it in his as he rubs lazy circles on the back of it using his thumb.

Felix

"Baby, hi, I'm home."

Wakes you up gently but he doesn't realize you fell asleep in his spot yet until you apologized about it.

"It's okay, baby. You can have my spot anytime. I'm sorry I came home late."

Kisses your forehead and tells you to go back to sleep and that he'll join you later, he just gotta take a shower first.

Carefully slips in behind you but you still feel him so you turn and face him, your eyes still sleepy but you watch him get settled.

"Missed me that much? C'mere, you can lay on my chest, I'll snuggle you back to sleep."

Gives you lots of forehead kisses until you both fall asleep.

Seungmin

Goes about his bedtime routine silently while throwing glances at your sleeping form.

"Y/N fell asleep on my spot again."

Tries to roll you back to your spot but you won't budge.

"Y/N... Y/N wake up, go back to your side of the bed."

Gives up when you don't follow suit.

"Fine, but just this once." he smiles as he goes around the other side of the bed so he can finally settle in with you.

Looms over you to watch you sleeping soundly then swoops in to give you a lingering kiss on the cheek before going back down beside you, arms around your waist.

I.N.

Immediately tries to carry you back to your spot.

SUCCESSFULLY carries you back to your spot.

"Y/N always sleeps on my spot when I'm not around."

Your eyes flutter open as soon as you feel him get in bed after taking a shower.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you? I had to carry you awb because you were sleeping in my spot."

Tells you not to worry about it and that you can sleep on his side of the bed anytime but tonight he invites you to to cuddle with him.

Asks you to be the big spoon because he missed you too much today and that he needs your hugs to recharge.

-end

Time check: 1:16am🥹 I had to write this down jajfsoxhaha I was about to go asleep when I wodered what it would be like to have skz come home late to you 🥺

As always, thank you for showing my other works some love! (I had it pinned now) if you have any requests, I'll try my best to make it for you!

Lablaaaab~

[skaikruswan]

imagine just lazy make out sessions with morpheus and goddess!wife!reader. nothing more just them being fluffy and kissing because they love each other so much

WC: 1,3 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x goddess!reader

Notes: established relationship, PDA, fluff, some angst

Dear anon, thanks for the prompt! I am sorry you had to wait so long.

If you liked this story, i have written others. While this can be read as a stand-alone, it is a sequel of this.

Divine connection

As a goddess, you’re no stranger to relationships. Your partners have been immortal or mortal, and you have loved and lost each one, to either death or heartbreak. Despite everything, despite all the pain you’ve endured because of it, you still think that love, of any kind, makes life worth living. 

You still can’t believe that you’ve found the right partner at last, that every day and every night, you spend your time with Morpheus in utter bliss. 

You do your duty in the waking world and then return to your home, eager to go back into the Dreaming and to Morpheus. Entering the Dreaming has become as easy and normal as breathing, and it only takes a moment for you to find yourself standing in the imposing throne room of Morpheus’s castle. 

“It’s good to see you, my lady,” one of the dreams greets you as they stand in line for the council, giving you a respectful curtsy. 

While Morpheus is busy listening to the reports and requests of his dreams and nightmares, you make your way to your meadow inside Fiddler’s Green. This small meadow is entirely your own, one of the first gifts Morpheus had given you. You remember the moment fondly. 

“My love, as you know, dreamers can control and alter their own dream,” Morpheus explained while you had taken in the beautiful flowers and the big trees, your bare feet touching the soft grass. 

“If it pleases you, you can change this meadow,” Morpheus suggested, a hopeful glint in his endless eyes, and you had only narrowed your eyes at him. 

“That’s very kind of you, but Fiddler’s Green belongs to all the dreamers. Why should I be allowed to change it?” You didn’t want to attract the envy or resentment of the dreamers. You were perfectly content with the small privileges Morpheus had already given you. 

The King of Dreams only slightly shook your head, seemingly amused by your hesitation, and stepped behind you. 

“Because you hold my heart,” Morpheus whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. “If you require more focus, you can close your eyes.” He laid his hands on your shoulders, grounding you, and you had giggled before putting your mind to the task, eager to create a little nest for you and Morpheus. 

You still feel a deep contentment settle within your bones every time you reach your little nest. You really don’t mind waiting for Morpheus. 

Unfolding a picnic blanket, you lie down and close your eyes.

You open them once you feel soft fingertips run over your bare arms and forearms, and you feel the blanket shift as someone sits down next to you. 

“I’m sorry it took so long,” Morpheus apologizes, but you only shrug, enjoying the sensation of his fingers dancing over your skin. 

“You’re currently making up for it.” You give him a small smirk and watch as he returns it, before slowly lowering himself towards you, his arms on either side of your face, carrying his weight as he looms over you, a devious look in his eyes. 

“I am sorry, my love,” Morpheus says after kissing the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, drawing a shudder from you. 

“I hope you can forgive me,” he continues, kissing the middle of your sternum, just above your breasts, and you let out a strangled noise, something between a moan and a mewl. 

“All is well,” you exhale, cupping his cheek with one hand, getting him to listen and to stop this sweet torture. He seems to be in a merciful mood, retreating and sitting next to you and allowing you to catch your breath. 

“I hope your council went well,” you say, sitting up and resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Yes.” Morpheus pauses for a moment, and you know what he will say. “You’re more than welcome to join. The subjects and I would enjoy your input.” 

You simply smile, taking the easy way out and denying Morpheus an answer as you fidget with your hands, spinning the ring on your finger with your thumb. Soft gold encases a beautiful ruby. Your wedding ring, forever marking you as Morpheus’ wife and Queen of the Dreaming. 

“I will.” It’s a promise and a request for his patience. You love Morpheus and you want to spend the rest of your life with him. As immortals, you don’t have to rush. Taking over your queenly duties is a big step; one you want to take on own volition. 

Morpheus leans his head against yours and you simply enjoy his presence, here in your own small, green world. 

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If there’s one thing you’ve learned, then that words can cut deeper than any knife. While physical pain usually heals and fades, leaving scars or bruises, words can etch themselves into your soul and haunt you. 

“You may be a goddess, but I was a fool to put my faith in you,” one of your previous lovers had snarled as you felt your affection for them wavering, and you had opted to give them the hard truth as gently as you could. Years have passed and the sentence still stings. 

You’re familiar with the needling or piercing pang of insults and defamation, but you didn’t expect it to find it in the Dreaming. 

“Calliope was better.” 3 small words, and yet they manage to shatter your self-esteem and make you drown in doubt and despair. You don’t even know who said it. As you strolled over the bridge connecting the palace to the various realms of the Dreaming, you had been too immerged to single out the crowd. It could have been a dream or a nightmare for all you know. 

You keep marching on, and the words keep turning inside your head. 

Calliope was better. Calliope was better. Calliope was better. 

The words follow you through the lush forest, over a snow-covered mountain, to a sandy beach. The Dreaming changes, but the pain doesn’t. 

You watch the sunset, the last rays not enough to dry the tears on your cheeks. You don’t move as Morpheus finds you. You ignore his worried expression and do your best to stay still, to refrain from leaning against him as he sits down behind you, his long limbs sprawled against you. 

He doesn’t pry, and you’re grateful. You need to make the first step. You know that he’s here for you, and the thought warms you better than the setting sun. 

“Do you think I will be a good queen?” you ask, a whisper against the wind.

“I think you will be a great queen,” Morpheus answers immediately, and you tilt your head backward, connecting with his chest. He brushes his knuckles against your cheek, and you know that they will be wet. 

“My love, I just want you to be happy.” Morpheus circles his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you slump against him, safe in his embrace and cherished by his words. “I don’t need a queen; I simply need you.” 

You let out a small exhale. Calliope was in the past; you’re the present and the future. You should remind the Dreaming and yourself of it. Morpheus loves you, and you love him. 

“If you want to, I can assist you with the next council,” you suggest, the words coming out braver than anticipated. You’ve been a goddess; you can be a queen too. 

“Of course.” Morpheus presses a soft kiss against your cheek, and you cover his hands with yours.

All will be well. 

[monocaelia]

comforting you after a nightmare headcanons

nightmares aren't fun, but luckily you have someone there to protect you.

feat. albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli

genre : hurt/comfort, fluff

note : hbd to me!! here's a gift from me to you with one of my favorite tropes, hehe <:

❀ albedo

albedo isn't one to dream much, let alone rest. he's always caught up in his own research and experiments that sleep isn't really needed if he wanted to be more productive in his research, despite the worried comments from sucrose and your lighthearted nags that he'll stay short forever.

though, that isn't to say that he's not interested. there are many times that albedo has caught you dozing off in his laboratory while waiting for him to be done with his experiments. he would be lying to himself if he didn't wonder what could possibly be playing in your mind to make you be smiling like that while unconscious.

this time, though, is an exception.

test tubes and flasks filled with various liquids and concoctions fill albedo's workspace as he examines each and every one before filling in his notebooks with descriptions and drawings of his work. there's a shuffle from his other desk and his eyes shift up to glance at you. albedo's gaze softens at the sight of his coat draped over your shoulders as they move to the rhythm of your breathing.

he wonders why you choose to stay at his laboratory so late and wait for him to finish his research rather than head home alone and sleep in your much more comfortable bed. albedo supposes you find comfort in his presence, an odd thing to be comforted by really.

however, the gentle smile quickly falls from his face the moment he hears the quiet whimpers and pleas. as quickly as he could, albedo moves to your side and gently shakes you awake. he isn't the least surprised when your eyes snap open and a gasp leaves your lips.

"...are you alright?" the question breaks you from your daze and you seem to relax when you realize you aren't dreaming anymore. though, the way your hands and shoulders shake doesn't escape the sharp eyes observing you.

"come on, i think i'm done with my research for now. we can head home if you'd like?" albedo smiles when you nod your head, but as he turns to pack up and prepare to leave his laboratory your hand shoots out to grasp his own.

albedo is surprised at first, but the shock melts into endearment as his hand pulls yours up to his lips. he presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles, reassuring you that he'll be right there for you. that you wouldn't be alone.

"nightmares, huh? ...i wonder if i can concoct something to help eradicate the chances of them appearing. oh, don't worry, i won't leave your side for the rest of the evening. promise."

❀ diluc

diluc isn't prone to nightmares, honestly he probably gets them quite often. or maybe even dreamless dreams if he's lucky. well, considering he sleeps at all. he's busy being the darknight hero of mondstatdt in the dead of night, so sleep doesn't come by often for the red haired vigilante.

even when he does get nightmares, there's not many people he can call to or rely on to help comfort him. he doesn't trust any of the knights, and he definitely doesn't trust kaeya to help at all. so comforting someone isn't something he knows how to do well.

but he tries his best to comfort you in any way, shape, or form if you ever needed him to.

the knocking against his door is quiet, nearly nonexistent if diluc was preoccupied with anything other than trying to sleep. he would have ignored it if it weren't for the quiet whisper of his name from a voice he recognized. sighing, he rises from his bed and heads over to his door, mentally preparing himself for whatever you're planning to throw over his head.

instead, diluc is met with your cheeky smile. you're definitely up to no good, but he hasn't quite figured out what you were going to do or say. before he could even question why you're standing outside his door in the dead of night, you interrupt him.

"wow diluc! fancy seeing you here, do you come here often?" he deadpans at you and nearly closes the door to go back to sleep. but he notices the way your fingers twiddle, a sign that you're nervous about something. his eyes flicker to your face, scanning anything that would give him clues on what's on your mind.

"what happened?" diluc's brows furrow in worry seeing the way your smile falls and the way your body begins to curl in on itself. he offers a hand for you to take, an invitation for you to be comforted by the stoic man in front of you. he lets a small smile grow on his lips when he sees you brighten up a tad at his invitation.

your hand is encased in his own, scarred and rough with callouses but comforting and warm at the same time.

"go back to sleep, it's already getting really late. if you need anything, though, i'll be right here until the dawn rises."

❀ childe

although sleep is necessary to maintain perfect health, childe finds it difficult to maintain a proper sleeping schedule due to his job as a fatui harbinger. when the tsaritsa calls, he needs to be there immediately to come to her aid and carry out her orders regardless of how inconvenient it was for him.

but, having many siblings, especially younger ones, has always prepared childe to comfort and protect anyone that he holds close to his heart. nobody, not even nightmares, can get close enough to harm the people he loves, not if he's alive to knock them down a peg.

which definitely includes you, someone who holds his entire world in the palm of your hands.

childe finds you awake at the dead of night after one of his shifts at the northland bank. which is surprising considering you're always asleep before he gets back home from work, always trying to stay up to welcome the harbinger home but always succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber.

a mischievous grin grows on his lips as he plans to spook you, but as he nears your body, the shaking of your body and quiet sniffles reach his ears. immediately, childe's hand is on your shoulder and he frowns when you yelp and whip around to see him.

"o-oh, ajax, i didn't expect to see you home so soon. i was just getting ready for bed." a white lie. childe presses his lips into a thin line, his hand reaching out to catch a tear falling from your cheek. did...did he do this to you? was he being a bad partner for not putting aside more time for you?

as if reading his mind, you vehemently shake your head and grab onto childe's wrist. "no! no... it's not what you think i just had a really bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep. don't worry, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." he relaxes immediately at your comment, but he still feels bad for leaving you alone when you needed someone to comfort you.

childe leans over, cupping your face in his hands as he showers your face in featherlight kisses. your giggles fill the room and the habinger can't help but laugh as well, especially after pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. "how about i cook you a nice stew for tonight? it always helped teucer calm down when he was scared."

and you take him up on that offer. the rest of the evening is filled with light laughter from the both of you as childe moves around the kitchen and tells you stories of his childhood. the scene is comforting, peaceful, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"how about we turn in for tonight? don't worry, nothing will harm you as long as your big, strong ajax is by your side!"

❀ kaeya

despite his title of being a "lazy" and "laid-back" captain of the calvary, kaeya isn't one to sleep too much. he has a regular sleeping schedule, though there are some nights where the memories of his past haunt him and he stays up reminiscing about how things were.

he's one to brood alone, not letting anyone see him vulnerable. but he likes to be relied on. there isn't a bone in his body that prevents him from helping anyone in need, even though the way he gets things done is quite... unconventional to everybody else's standards.

but when you call to him for help, he’s there in an instant.

the sound of rustling from beside kaeya stirs him from his slumber. he squints, his good eye focusing in the darkness of his room before landing on your curled up figure beside him. he figures you’re just shifting in your sleep and closes his eyes again, but you shift again and sigh. surely, you’re not sleeping at this point.

kaeya gently calls out your name, a warm smile on his face when he sees you startle from his voice. though, his smile melts away from his face when he sees your expression. it doesn’t help that you flinch slightly when his hand reaches over to brush against your cheek.

“sorry, i just…i’m still shaken from my dream and-“ your apologies are cut short when kaeya sends you a comforting smile and cups your jaw in his hand. he assures you that it’s fine.

“are you okay? how long have you been up?” it takes you a moment too long to come up with a lie that would put your lover at ease. when you come up with an answer, kaeya is already staring at you with his mismatched orbs, one of deep sapphire and the other a light, milky blue color. you can’t lie to him now.

so you tell the calvary captain about the dream you just had, not going too into details with what really shook you. and kaeya listens to everything you say, a hand firmly on your arm to remind him that you’re with him and not whatever occurred in your dreams.

he makes little comments here and there to lighten the mood, though he knows when to keep quiet so you can talk it through. when you finish talking the dream through, kaeya pinches your cheek, chiding you for dreaming of such things.

but he reassures you that you’re fine, and that he’s here to protect you should anything from your dreams come into reality. he jokes about letting you handle everything alone, but you know he wouldn’t despite how cheeky he is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, [name]. haha, kidding. i'll be here to fight them off if you need me. i am a captain after all."

❀ xiao

xiao isn't unfamiliar with nightmares and dreams. don't forget, one of his duties under the reign of the yaksha's previous master was to devour the dreams of the innocent. it had gotten to the point where dreams were the only things he could stomach, despite detesting the intent behind it.

despite it all, though, xiao is still an adeptus who protects the mortals and the innocent of liyue. his sole job now, under his contract with rex lapis, is to protect even if it means throwing his life away. with a swift call of his name, he would be there to be the guardian of liyue and anyone residing in it.

and that includes you, the sole mortal that the young adeptus enjoys the company of.

a gasp tears through your throat as you sit up in your bed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. your eyes are blown wide open with the visions of your nightmare still clear in your mind. the rapid beating of your heart and panting are the only sounds heard in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

curses spill from your lips as you cradle your head in your hands, your knees pulled up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as you possibly could. but to no avail, no matter what you did to comfort yourself or make yourself forget the nightmare, the visions still flashed in your memories every time you closed your eyes.

you don't hear the rustling from your window, nor did you feel the presence of someone crouching from behind your curtains. it's only when he gently calls your name do you whip your head around, eyes coming face to face with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight.

"xiao... sorry i didn't see you there," you stutter, quickly wiping your eyes and turning away so the young adeptus wouldn't see you crying. his eyes narrow at you, eyebrows furrowing as a frown settles on his face. "what are you-"

your hands are pulled away from your face and you're pulled closer to him. "you're crying." you try to deny xiao's observation and reassure him that you're fine, but a hand gently brushes against your cheek.

xiao doesn't say anything when the tears begin falling down your face again. he doesn't say anything when you jump into his arms and bury your face in his chest. you feel his arms firmly wrap themselves around you. he doesn't say a word, but his actions alone assure you that he would be there with you for the rest of the evening.

"sleep. should any more dreams come to haunt you during your rest, i'll be here to dispose of them."

❀ zhongli

as an archon, zhongli doesn't find much need for sleep. he's a god and no god needs sleep to be energized for the following day. it's not like it would do well for him anyways, seeing as he would much rather prefer strolling the lit up streets of liyue harbor in the late evening before returning to his home to drink tea and relax.

that's not to say he isn't familiar with dreams and how they can affect mortals. he knows full well the impact they can have, especially if they're dreams filled with horrible outcomes or stuff nobody would like to be reminded of.

so when you come to him to seek comfort after a horrible night, he's ready to welcome you into his embrace.

the gentle whisper of zhongli's name alerts him of your presence from the hallway in your shared home. the archon lifts his head to look at you, eyes made of molten gold meeting your shaking gaze. "what's wrong, dear?" you don't answer his question and instead shift your gaze to the ground.

zhongli tells you to "come here" in the gentlest voice he could muster, and you do. as soon as you sit beside your lover, his hand comfortingly holds your jaw and lifts your face so you can see him. there's nothing but endearment and love in his gaze. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

he hums in amusement seeing the way your body relaxes after that. there's a gentle tug on your arm, a signal for you to find comfort in zhongli's embrace, and you find yourself snug in between the archon's arms. you inhale deeply, zhongli's comforting scent filling your lungs.

his hands rake gently up and down your spine and hearing his heartbeat from where you rest on his chest calms you immensely. if it weren't for your nervous, rhythmic tapping against his arm, zhongli would have assumed you fell back asleep in his arms.

"would you like to hear about the play i've been attending to recently? the plot is quite interesting, i think you would enjoy it." he attempts to distract you for a while to calm your nerves after waking so abruptly, and it works, not to his surprise.

as he drones on and on about the plot that doesn't quite make sense to you in your dazed state, the archon notices the way your fingers have stilled and your breathing has evened out, much calmer and more regulated than before. zhongli smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"it's starting to get late. you should try to rest again. don't worry, i'll be beside you should anything happen to you once more."

[pastelpasteru]

can i request a fluff for suna x f!reader ?

so how about suna having a girlfriend who have a fox-like eyes , and she sits on his lap and ask him to put eyeliner for her cuz he is a pro at doing eyeliner and that's a big fact .

you can ignore it if you don't want to write it or it's making you feel uncomfy 💖💖 .

➧ Hello anon, apologies for the delay. I made this on the spot, haha.

“Fox eyes.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Suna doing his girlfriend's eyeliner and being a pro at it.

˚₊· Fluff • Suna Rintarou × F!Reader • Oneshot/Drabble

˚₊· Warnings — None, just fluff! BTW! This is slightly suggestive, and mistakes are present, much appreciated if you ignore them! (*´ω｀*)

˚₊· Requests? Sure, I accept those! Feel free to drop 'em! Though I am not sure that I'll do it.. ┐(´ー｀)┌

[🌸//💎] The first time is a fail, the second time is, too. Well, now, third time's a charm, right? It's just—too hard.

You said to yourself—grumbling as you continued to fail on putting eyeliner on your fox eyes. Attempting to speed up the process and only failing miserably.

“Ugh.. C'mon, just—make that nice curve and let's finish!” You growled, grabbing your make-up remover and wiping the failed stroke on your lids, not noticing that your boyfriend who has been watching you the whole time walking towards you.

“Babe, you almost done?” Suna asks with a chuckle, whispering to your ears, sending shivers down your spine—and causing you to whip your head to him.

“....Rin! You shocked me there... Anyway, give me five more minutes—!” You huffed, only to be pulled by your boyfriend to his lap on the bed.

“H..Hey, Rin, we're gonna be late, no time for, uh, this.” You muttered, averting your eyes away from his—receiving a smirk from the male.

“What are you talking about, babe? I'm just...” Trailing his words, Suna reached for your eyeliner with one hand, while the other stayed on your hip, holding it firmly and lowering you near his crotch.

“..Gonna do your eyeliner.” He continues, waving the product in front of you with his usual lazy look, while your cheeks heat up in embarrassment—thinking of something else.

“Ah, uhm, is that so? T..Thanks, I appreciate it. Do you know how to, though..?” Stumbling on your words, you placed your hands on his chest and asked him if he could—doubting your lover's skill in doing so.

“Of course, I'm a pro at it, heh..” He cooes, a finger taking your chin and pulling it close to his face. A quick kiss given to your lips before he opened the eyeliner. Preparing to make your fox eyes even more prettier.

“Just wait and see what I can do. I'll make you more prettier, babe. Prettier than you are now.” Smiling, he scanned your other eye that has an eyeliner before going to the other—drawing a quick stroke that matched it while you still sat on his lap. Amazed by your boyfriend, as per always.

“So, how's this?” Handling you a small mirror, Suna presented his work to you smugly, as you gasped—loving it.

“It's perfect! Thank you, Rin!” Leaning forward, you embraced the male who buried his face on your neck, drawing circles on your back.

“Mhm... Now we match. Fox eyed couple, yeah?” Suna says, kissing you once again and looking at the mirror with you—comparing your fox eyes with his.. “Yes.”

˚₊· Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs, and follows are highly appreciated. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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˚₊· I just decided to do this now on the spot, lol. Sorry again for the late production of this work. I plan on closing my account, haha.

[🌸//💎] REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!

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[t0wnspersonb]

Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3,823

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, bad language, Tsukki being too damn beautiful.

Summary: It’s been several months after Tsukishima’s confession in the infirmary. You two are dating now, and after a study session in his room, you two decide to take your relationship to the next level.

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I hear you guys! I fucking see you!😂 we all need some Tsukki smut in our life so here is part 2 of Kiss it Better, I’ve included the link for anyone who hasn’t read the first part. I hope you all enjoy it and I would love the feedback afterwards:)

ALSO. I AM TAKING REQUESTS. I know I have some sitting in my inbox right now that I need to get to still so I apologize in advance if I can’t get your request out right away. But I literally adore all of you so much. Thank you for taking the time to read my shit writing:’) Anyway please enjoy the shit show lol.

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It had been several months since you and Tsukishima started going out, after his confession in the infirmary, and after you guys had walked home together – well – things just naturally fell into place.

 It felt like your interactions were the same, he was still a cocky little asshole, teasing you and harassing you endlessly.

 But it was different somehow. You guys were almost inseparable it seemed. There were sides to Tsukishima that only you got to see, an unsaid trust that went both ways. You confided in him, sought comfort in him, and he did the same. He was your person, and you were his.

 You hadn’t realized how same and different it would be once you guys were in a relationship. 

 But you loved it all. 

 You loved every second of it.

 You loved him.

 You were in love with him, and while it was something that neither of you had said yet, that feeling was definitely there.

 It was said through his endless lectures on how you needed to eat better, it was said through the way he held your hand, or when he carried your bag. It was said in the way that his eyes gleamed when you proudly showed him the latest photos you had taken.

 It was said in the way that you praised him for being an amazing blocker in volleyball, it was said when you would give him a new dinosaur figurine. It was said when you would introduce him to a new song that reminded him of you.

 No, you guys had never uttered the words ‘I love you’ to each other, but you did.

 He did.

 And that was all that mattered.

 Right now, you two were currently cleaning up the classroom together, since it was your week to clean.

 You guys easily conversed with one another as you wiped down the blackboard and Tsukishima swept. 

 “– because of those dimwits we had to do twice as many drills.” Tsukishima said, finishing his story on how exhausting yesterday's volleyball practice had gone.

 “Kageyama and Hinata sure are energetic.” You mused, pausing your wiping to glance over at the tall blonde in amusement.

 He sighed and looked over at you, “They’re idiots. They act like everyone has the same amount of stamina as them. It’s ridiculous.”

 You couldn’t help the soft laughter that bubbled up from your lips. “I think you’re just lazy Tsukki.”

 His eyes narrowed, but not at your comment, but at what you had called him. He had told you weeks ago to start calling him by his first name, considering that you guys have been dating for a while now.

 He leaned the broom against one of the desks and walked over to you. You were near the teacher’s desk as you surveyed your work. He moved in front of your vision, towering over your small frame, causing you to crane your neck back to just look at his face.

 He moved closer, his palm resting on the desk behind you, trapping you in.

 “What’s the matter Tsukki?” you asked in confusion, your head tilting to the side. 

 His eyes narrowed further, a frown creasing his lips. “I told you to start calling me Kei.”

 A soft blush covered your face as you broke the eye contact with him, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous. 

 “I – I know. It’s just a force of habit.” You mumbled quickly, shifting from foot to foot.

 Tsukishima couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in closer to you, causing your back to press into the edge of the desk as you tried to put more distance between the two of you.

 “Why are you acting so nervous?” he murmured, the hand not resting on the table coming up to move your hair over your shoulder.

 You visibly flinched, which caused his smirk to widen as he saw the blush coating your face. 

 “I’m not nervous stupid!” you fired back, looking at him now. “You’re just too close!”

 You could feel your heart racing, your palms accumulating sweat. 

 “I’ve been closer.” he said simply and pressed his body against yours, one of his thighs coming to rest between your legs. This caused your skirt ride further up your thighs, and you couldn’t help but clutch at the front of his uniform helplessly as you attempted to stabilize yourself.

 Tsukishima wasn’t lying, he had been closer. Many times, in fact, in the comfort of his bedroom. While you guys had never actually had sex, it had gotten close. 

 If Tsukishima was being honest, it was because he couldn’t help himself. Your expressions were just too much, the sounds that escaped your mouth were incredibly sweet, it made him want more. Every time. 

 But the same could be said about you. Tsukishima was incredibly good looking, his lust filled expressions drove you insane, and the way he made you feel was just too good.

 “S-Shut up idiot.” You moved to push him away from you, but he was already cupping your face and tilting your head up for a kiss.

 You melted against him, kissing him back with vigor. You all but breathed want and need into his lungs as Tsukishima explored the wet cavern of your mouth, his tongue hot and wet as it rubbed against yours gently.

 The kisses you shared always spoke volumes with how you were feeling. They ranged from short and sweet, to something incredibly passionate and needy. 

 Either one, they always left you breathless and needy, your head spinning with so much want and need. 

 Tsukishima’s grip on your jaw tightened ever so slightly as he continued to explore your mouth. His tongue tracing over your teeth and bottom lip before going back to massage your own tongue. You were at his will completely, not that you minded. Not that you could even think about anything else other than the way he was making you feel.

 The leg between your thighs shifted suddenly and you felt yourself being pressed against his clothed thigh in the most intimate way. A surprised noise could be heard in your throat, and desire rippled through your body like a tidal wave.

 Tsukishima pulled back slightly, allowing his lips to flutter against your jaw and down your throat. His fingers working at the buttons of your uniform.

 You were left feeling delirious and incredibly achy. Your grip on his uniform tightening as you tried to get your bearings. 

 You finally realized where you were. 

 School. 

 You couldn’t do this here. 

 “Tsuki - ah - shima. S-Stop, we can’t do this here.” You gasped out, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as he nipped at the exposed skin of your collarbone, and at the same time pressed himself harder against your core. His hands were now on your hips, and at the same time that he pressed his thigh closer to you, he had moved your body forward, causing you to grind against him.

 Pleasure rippled through your being; you knew that you were soaking wet right now. It was unfair how well he touched you, how he knew how to make you hot and bothered.

 “I told you to call me Kei.” he murmured and dragged your body against his thigh again. A delicious gasp escaping your spit stained lips. 

 “K-Kei. We c-can’t do this.” You whimpered out. “W-We could get caught. A-And if y-you’re late to practice, you know that Yamaguchi will be sent out to find you.” 

 He sighed deeply, and reluctantly pulled away from you, adjusting himself accordingly. You were right. He didn’t want anyone seeing you like that, that was for his eyes only. 

 It was so hard for him to not want to continue after he saw your disheveled form. It was fucking beautiful. Your lips were swollen with his kisses, your shirt unbuttoned, exposing the dark mark he had left on your soft skin. Your skirt was hiked up on your thighs, and your face was dazed with want and need.

 Tsukishima gritted his teeth, stopping himself from pushing you up on that desk and having his way with you finally.

 It was silent as you guys made yourselves presentable and finished cleaning up the classroom. The tension was thick in the air, lust buzzing in the air between you two. 

 Club activities flew by and so did the walk home. The tension never disappeared between the two of you, which had made Yamaguchi a bit nervous as you all walked home together. Of course, he wasn’t aware of what had transpired in the classroom, nor could he decipher what exactly the tension was, but he could feel the strange energy between the two of you.

 “You’re coming over tomorrow right?” Tsukishima finally said as he dropped you off at home.

 “Yeah. I definitely need help studying for that math test next week.” you sighed frowning slightly.

 “That’s why you need to take better notes in class. You can’t just keep drawing like a mindless idiot all the time.” Tsukishima said, causing you to scowl at him.

 “Whatever asshole! Goodnight! Text me when you get home. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” You said childishly slamming the door in his face.

 At least some things would never change between you two.

 ***

 You grumbled under your breath as you attempted the math problem in front of you. 

 You were in Tsukishima’s room, the said male was currently reading a book, sitting across the table from you and ignoring you completely as you struggled.

 “I don’t get it.” You sighed, slouching your upper body on the tabletop. You hated math. It was your worst subject despite the good grades that you got.

 His eyes flickered over to your dejected form before going back to his book. “Whining about it isn’t going to change anything.”

 You scowled at his blunt statement, pulling your head up from the table, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Don’t be such an insensitive jerk.”

 His eye twitched at your statement as he looked at you once more. Before he could retort his older brother entered the room carrying a plate of snacks.

 “I thought you guys could use some food.” he said brightly, carefully placing the plate of food on the table.

 Your mood brightened immediately. “Thanks, Akiteru!”

 Tsukishima felt his eye twitch further, so you could easily call his brother by his first name but not his.

 His brother smiled back, “No problem Y/n-chan! Ever since you and Kei started dating his mood has improved a lot!” he said, giving you a thumbs up.

 Tsukishima slammed his book shut, placing it on the table and glowered at his older brother. “Don’t you have to go practice?”

 He waved him off as he turned to look at you. “Who knew that Kei could get such a cute girlfriend!”

 A soft blush coated your face much to Tsukishima’s annoyance, he stood up and began pushing his brother out of his room. As soon as he slammed the door shut and locked it, he turned his glare on you.

 “S-Stop looking at me like that! I didn’t do anything.” You said nervously. He ignored you completely and took a seat right next to you, leaning in closer. 

 “What are you doing?” You whispered, your heart racing in your chest as he grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him.

 He was staring at you intensely. “You better pay close attention; I’m only going to help you go over this stuff once and if you miss any of the problems you can just go home.”

 You frowned at his bluntness but nodded, nonetheless.

 You weren’t sure how long it was, but you somehow finished the problems, and luckily didn’t get any of the answers wrong.

 Tsukishima was surprisingly a good teacher. At least when he wanted to be, he was still incredibly impatient when teaching you, but you learned the material. 

 “Finally.” he muttered as you finished putting everything in your bag away, before you could say anything, he grabbed your arm and slammed his lips into yours.

 You made a noise of surprise before kissing him back, eyes fluttering shut. 

 The kiss was hungry and desperate, his tongue prying your lips open and immediately beginning to fight your tongue for dominance. It was hot and wet and sent a wave of arousal throughout your entire body. The hand that was resting on your arm slid up to grab your jaw, fitting his mouth against yours perfectly.

 His other hand moved to rest in the middle of your back, and before you knew it your world shifted.

 Tsukishima had maneuvered your body to the floor, hovering over you. The hand that was on your back moved back around and you felt long slender fingers wrap around the back of your knee, carefully hiking your leg over his hip.

 This new position allowed Tsukishima to get closer to you. He pressed his body into yours gently, being sure not to crush you with his weight. He adored the softness of your body, and the sweet smell of your skin.

 But it wasn’t enough. 

 He wanted more.

 Tsukishima carefully snapped his hips forward, pressing his growing member against you. The only clothing separating him from your weeping core was a pair of thin panties.

 He groaned against your lips, pressing harder against you. A soft whimper from you egged him on, he couldn’t help himself. He grinded his hips harder against you, his member uncomfortably hard and searching for some kind of relief.

 His lips began trailing kisses along your jaw and down your throat, his fingers brushing against your collarbone, pushing your shirt away to reveal more skin.

 You gazed up at his ceiling in a daze, softly gasping at each thrust of his hips, you could feel your panties dampening further with your arousal as you clutched at his shoulders.

 “Take these off.” he demanded huskily in your ear. He tugged at your jacket and shirt, his fingers dipping underneath the fabric and brushing against the delicate skin at your stomach.

 “You first.” you breathed out, your own hands sliding beneath the blue shirt he opted to wear today. The tips of your fingers trailing softly against the hard lines of his stomach, his skin was warm and soft, the muscles flexing as he exhaled in a shudder.

 He sat back on the balls of his feet, his hands easily removing his shirt, tossing it behind him on the floor. He almost moaned at the sight before him. 

 You were sprawled out on the floor, legs bent slightly at the knee, your skirt was hiked up just below your panties. Your face was flushed red, your eyes half-lidded as you stared him with desire. Your chest heaving up and down.

 “Your turn.” he said simply and helped you sit half up. But before you could even remove the clothing yourself, Tsukishima was already at it. Pulling the jacket off your shoulders and then tugging your shirt over your head, revealing the soft white colored bra to his greedy eyes.

 “Fuck.” he whispered under his breath, you were fucking beautiful, and you were all his. “Come here.” he breathed, pulling you easily onto your feet and then pushing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you.

 You loved the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon. Like you were the brightest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. It made you feel wanted, loved, adored. 

 Tsukishima’s lips easily found yours once again, still needy and urgent. He was pressed against you between your legs once more, grinding softly against your soaked core.

 His fingers trailing up softly from the hem of your skirt, up your stomach, to your ribs, and then they were cupping your right breast. 

 Kneading you softly through the cup of your bra. Like before, his lips began trailing kisses along your jaw, sucking at your throat, and then to the tops of your breasts.

 His breath was hot and damp against your overheated flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste your soft skin. You tossed your head back in pleasure, unable to stop the sweet moans and gasps that were escaping your lips as he began sucking and biting.

 “K-Kei.” You stuttered out, eyes slipping shut in pleasure. He glanced up at you and reached to pull one of the straps of your bra down, allowing one of your breasts to pop out freely.

 He watched as your exposed nipple began to harden before softly engulfing the pebbled bud into the hot cave of his mouth.

 Fuck, he’s never heard anything as sweet as the moans and high-pitched whines that escaped your swollen lips.

 You couldn’t breathe, the pleasure was overwhelming as he began flicking his tongue back and forth against your nipple. The back of your hand resting over your mouth, attempting to quiet the moans that were escaping your lips. Tsukishima began rolling your nipple between his teeth carefully, causing you to arch your back off the bed.

 Hot white pleasure shooting into your body, your lower half was on fire, burning with so much need. You had soaked through your underwear completely, and your cunt was throbbing to be touched now.

 “Please.” You whined out, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. “K-Kei. Please.”

 He hummed against your breast, releasing your nipple with a soft pop before moving up and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

 “What do you want?” he asked, voice low and deep. But he already knew that answer, his fingers already dancing across the zipper of your skirt, easily opening it, and pulling it down your legs, where you kicked it off of your ankles. 

 Tsukishima could have cum in his pants then and there. You had luckily decided to wear a matching bra and panties today, but that wasn’t why he was in awe. He could visibly see how wet you were.

 Your wetness soaked through your panties; a dark wet spot easily being spotted by the tall blonde. 

 “Is this because of me?” he murmured, a long finger gently rubbing up and down against the stain. “You’re soaked.” he breathed out, feeling the moisture collect on his finger.

 “Kei.” a high-pitched whine left your lips. “I-I want you. Please.”

 He exhaled loudly through his nose and began removing the rest of your clothes, his gold eyes drank in your exposed body greedily. 

 This. this was all his. You were all his.

 He then removed the rest of his clothes; his body bare for your eyes to see. 

 Tsukishima was the most beautiful person you had ever laid your eyes on. The muscles in his body flexing as you took him in, and then… he was fucking hard. It looked incredibly painful, his member pulsing and leaking precum.

 Gently parting your legs further, he carefully rubbed his member against your glistening slit, moaning at the wetness.

 This was it.

 “Are you sure?” he asked softly, gazing at you with a gentle expression, his thumb rubbing softly against your knee.

 You nodded, fearing that your voice would shake with the nerves you were experiencing, but the desire for Tsukishima overshadowed that. You wanted him.

 He shook his head. “I need to hear you say it Y/n.”

 “I want you Kei.” you said breathless. “I-I love you.”

 You weren’t… fuck, you weren’t planning to say that. You could feel panic rising in your chest, your eyes widening as you took in his expression.

 Tsukishima’s eyes were wide, his lips parted softly at your statement. A soft blush coating his face.

 “I love you too.” he finally said, and then pushed his hips forward.

 The sudden pressure below, the intrusion you weren’t used to had you gasping loudly, throwing your head back at the unfamiliar sensation. 

 The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, there was the slight fear at the back of your mind that it would hurt based on all the stories that you had heard from your friends and senpais. 

 It was just different… but fuck. The expression that was now on Tsukishima’s face wiped away any kind of discomfort you may have been in.

 His face was contorted in pure bliss, his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in pleasure. It was a beautiful sight.

 You were the one making him feel that way, you were the one that was giving him all this pleasure. This was yours to keep, this moment.

 You gasped softly as he began moving, carefully rocking his hips against yours. His cock rubbed against your velvety walls, reaching a depth within you that you didn’t even know you had.

 “Y-You’re so tight.” He stuttered out. “Feel so good.” he praised and began moving in and out of you more. 

 You were getting used to the uncomfortable feeling of being full; and that’s definitely what you felt when Tsukishima was inside of you.

 It started to feel… good actually. 

 Tsukishima must’ve realized that as well, his speed and force increasing a bit more. He reached down and carefully began circling your clit with his thumb. 

 Oh fuck. No, that was good. That was really good. Your body jolted in pleasure, a soft whine escaping your lips. 

 “I’m close.” Tsukishima said panting, his eyes began to focus on your expression, wanting you to feel just as much pleasure as he was. 

 You were beautiful. You were so fucking beautiful, naked, and gasping, taking his cock so well. He gritted his teeth, hastily removing himself from your weeping core. Tsukishima grasped at his member tightly and thrusted twice into his fist before spilling himself onto your lower belly.

 His cum was hot and thick as it splattered onto your skin, you had never seen anything more perfect than the way Tsukishima looked coming undone. 

 You couldn’t help but stare at him as he came down from his high. His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat gleamed on his pale skin, outlining the hard muscles in his arms and stomach. 

 When he finally opened his eyes they immediately softened as they took in your spent form. 

 “Hold on.” he murmured softly and got up to find a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach.

 You couldn’t help but to continue laying there, exhausted despite the fact that you hadn’t done much. After Tsukishima finished taking care of you, he pulled the blanket on the edge of the bed up as he laid next to you. You moved closer to the blonde male, resting your head against his chest, his fingers began combing through your hair.

 “I’m sure that wasn’t good for you.” he said quietly, after a moment of comfortable silence. “But I plan on making you feel good every time from now on.”

 “It was good.” You said softly, on the verge of sleep. “We just need more practice… like volleyball.”

 Tsukishima laughed softly against your hair. “Shut up stupid. Go to sleep.”

[dancingamongstdust]

MHA Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 1)

Cellophane

Despite the U.A.’s insistence that the hero course wasn’t a spectacle for the rest of the world to watch, often when there was some free time, many students flocked to areas where the classes were training. They would lean against trees or pretend to be doing homework while watching the show of fire, explosions, and acid.

You were one of those observers. With a textbook in your lap, you sat beneath a tree with your friends, and watched 1A train their quirks.

The grass tickled at your legs and the sun warmed your skin. It was such a beautiful day despite the sounds of fighting. Occasionally a wash of warmth would flood over you as a large attack went off but you mostly ignored it.

“I think the green-haired one is the cutest,” one of the girls with you said. “He’s super sweet and clearly he’s really strong.”

“Have you seen the Todoroki boy though?” another responded. “Cute and brooding.”

You laughed, making a comment to more agree with the latter though you wouldn’t be interested in anybody as cold as that. Rumours floated around that he never spoke, not even to his own classmates. Many also believed his temper was as bad as his father’s given his massive attacks during the sports festival.

But you didn’t listen all too much to gossip about the hero course. Instead, you just enjoyed watching them in action and running away when their teacher spotted you all.

Luckily, today Eraserhead seemed preoccupied at the end of their class so most of the other students could hang around longer. While he was busy lecturing two of his students, the rest began making their way to the change rooms.

Almost instantly, everybody took advantage of being spared his glare and watched the heroes-in-training.

Some seemed uncomfortable with the rest of the school’s presence while others relished in it. You watched as the shortest of the group winked at every girl, he made eye contact with, including yourself and laughed as a girl from general studies attempted to confess to the most explosive hero of the class.

But it was a specific member who caught your eye and she waved excitedly when she saw you, hurrying over. “Hey!” she greeted. “Were you guys watching us train?”

You stood, brushing grass off your clothing, and smiling. “Yeah, we were. Couldn’t see much of you though, you were almost completely hidden.”

Mina sighed. “It’s so sad how these things happen. My acid doesn’t stand out too much amongst this group.”

You hadn’t known Mina for very long but your friendship was pretty strong. She had attached herself to you due to your talent with making her photos perfect (something of a challenge thanks to her skin tone often contrasting with everything).

Your other friends slipped away, clearly wanting better looks at whomever was being lectured. That kind of gossip went for a high price.

Somebody called for Mina and she gestured them over. “These are the best people in the hero course aside from yours truly,” she said. “Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.” She gave them your name as well and you politely greeted them each.

“Your electricity is really impressive,” you told Kaminari. “Everybody talks about it when we’re watching the training.”

He smiled widely at that but Mina just groaned. “Of course, everybody notices the flashy quirk. Do you know how many people still think that my quirk is being pink?”

“It’s because they get distracted with bright lights and don’t notice the actual talent,” Sero told her playfully. “Don’t worry about it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s not true.”

He chuckled. “It so is.”

“I mean, I notice your quirk all the time,” you said. “And it doesn’t have any lights. You’re just extremely smooth while fighting so you draw the eye.”

He seemed doubtful about that, acting as though you were complimenting him just for the sake of it. “Sure, sure. But when Bakugou unleashes a couple explosions, I bet your attention moves directly to him.”

“It doesn’t. I can prove it also.”

“How so?”

You gestured to the tree. “I’m always sitting right here. Keep an eye out for me next time – you’ll see whose fighting I favour watching.”

Chargebolt

It was a good day for there to be a pipe burst just outside of school.

The sun was shining, there was almost no wind, and there weren’t any large assignments due for almost a week. Overall, everything surrounding the day made it perfect for some rest and relaxation.

Your friend group finally made it up to the crest of the hill and stared around at the beautiful landscape. The view was magnificent. Almost as awe-inspiring as the school that you now stood across from. Every person knew about the hero school U.A. and now you had seen it in person.

“Imagine what it must be like to train to be a hero,” you mused. “I’m sure I would absolutely despise every second of it.”

Everybody laughed, jokes spreading about how they would be too lazy for constant workouts or how their hero names would just be too embarrassing. One girl whose quirk allowed her to pop her eyeballs out made a joke about how her entire career would surround traumatizing children.

“Why hello,” a very high-pitched voice greeted.

You startled, looking down at the small boy. He had bright purple hair and a cocky smirk on his face that just screamed trouble.

Luckily for you, his attention was more focused on others.

“I’m guessing you ladies are here to admire the toughest heroes in the country, right?” he said. “Well, luckily for you, you’re looking at one of the best in the entire school.”

You snorted. “Are you even old enough to be walking around without your parent?”

“Nobody was asking you,” he retorted. “I was speaking to the absolute beauties before me.”

Yourself and two girls that he was ignoring took steps away. They seemed interested in fighting however while you just enjoyed the show. It wasn’t the first time that your group had been annoyed by pervs and you each had different ways of dealing with it.

While he was busy screaming in shock as two eyeballs fell from a girl’s skull, somebody approached you, looking rather embarrassed.

“I’m sorry about him,” the blond said. He kept a confident smile on but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “He’s not well-versed in speaking to beautiful woman.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, willing to play along with somebody who made eye contact before staring at your boobs. Unlike his friend. “And I’m guessing that you’re much better at that?”

“Oh definitely,” he said, stretching. He wore his U.A. uniform still but carried little of the arrogance you had come to expect from the school.

“Well, show me your best line then,” you said, turning to face him properly.

He startled at that. For a second, he eyed you cautiously as though your response was some kind of prank. Then he cleared his throat and said, “You owe me a drink.”

You smiled at the cheesiness. “And why is that?”

“Because you spilled it – wait, no, because you’re so beautiful that you made me spill it.”

You brought your hand to your mouth, laughing at the world’s most common pickup line that still managed to fail somehow. “Points for trying,” you said. “Though, I’ll give you a hint. When you go and hit on your next target, you can start with your name. Makes you seem a little less forward.”

He blushed at that but pointed to himself regardless. “I’m Denki Kaminari,” he introduced himself.

You offered your name. “And you’re a U.A. student?”

“Yeah, I’m in the hero course.”

“Oh that’s why you look so familiar,” you said. “I’ve seen you in the news before. You’re the electricity guy, right?”

He clicked his fingers and a spark jumped between them. Unfortunately, you were standing close enough that it then moved to you. It wasn’t powerful enough to hurt but you still jumped at the unexpected jolt.

“Shit, sorry,” he said.

“No problem,” you replied with a smile. “It was nice meeting you Kaminari. I’m going to go and save your friend from being beaten up though. See you around!”

Creati

The rain was pouring down outside, whipping the trees around. It seemed to be desperate to reach where you stood beneath a roof outcropping. A few splashes landed on your shoes and you shuffled back further still.

Just one short run.

Holding your bag against your chest, you lowered your head and ran for it. The ground was slippery beneath your feet but you managed to keep your balance pretty well. At least, you did until somebody collided with you. Given how everybody was holding their heads down, it was inevitable.

You went down with a squelch into the mud, a sharp pain shooting through both knees and one arm. There was a yelp as the other person fell also.

Rain pounded on your heads. You glanced up to find another student sitting on her ass. She had been carrying her bag on her chest also which had saved it from the mud.

Your own was less lucky.

Cursing under your breath, you dragged yourself to your feet and held out a hand to her. You had to use your weaker one because it was the only part of you that wasn’t covered in mud.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised.

“No, I am,” she said. “That was entirely my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was going and –“

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and you both froze. Thinking at the same time, you put your apologies on hold to rush to the closest shelter, thankfully the entrance of the school that you were both heading into either way.

You looked down at your ruined uniform and groaned. It was going to be really difficult to clean and certainly wouldn’t be alright before class.

The girl was mud-splattered also. Flecks covered her face and the back of her high pony was dripping with the stuff.

“We’re making an awful mess…” you said, looking down at the floor.

Other students rushed past you guys, a few giving you curious looks.

“We can get slightly cleaned up in the bathroom,” she urged. “Come on.”

You followed her into the nearest bathroom and quickly went to work dropping your ruined bag in the corner and cleaning off your arms and legs. “I really am sorry,” you said when she let her hair down. “I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

She shook her head. “No, that really was my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“We’re both going to get into trouble with uniforms now though,” you said. “That’s not great. I was really hoping to fly under the radar today… what are you doing?”

She had lifted up the bottom of her shirt and her skin seemed to be glowing brightly. After a second, a perfectly folded skirt emerged. She took it and placed it in front of her before turning to you, “What size do you wear?”

“What?”

“I’ll make you some replacements quickly if you let me know what size you are.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You can do that?”

She nodded. “I’m going to make you another bag also so you can start taking all your stuff out.”

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I really appreciate this but you don’t have to –“

“It doesn’t cost me anything,” she said with a smile.

Soon, you left the bathroom with a new uniform and bag. The only signs that you had even slipped was the occasional bit of mud that you had missed. She followed you out and the two of you soon came to a split in the corridors.

You reached out and rubbed some mud from her arm. “I should have known you were hero course,” you joked. “Thanks for everything and I really am sorry for running into you. Perhaps you can tell me your name? That way I can brag when you’re a famous hero one day.”

She blushed but held out her hand. “I’m Momo Yaoyorozu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Deku

It all began in the early hours of the morning when the sun had just made its way over the horizon. Having arrived sooner than anticipated, you were standing outside with your friends and talking about various aspects of life. A topic that, inevitably, brought up quirks.

Everybody began messing around with their own. Some levitated their bags while others changed their hair colour – simple things that weren’t all too impressive but remained entertaining.

You played around with your own a little, relishing in the freedom that came with using it.

Something that always irritated you was the inability to use your quirk in public settings. Especially when it was something benign. For this reason, you adored your school more than most other locations. U.A. inspired a sense of relief due to its casual acceptance of pretty much anybody. No matter their size, quirk, or appearance.

By the time you had finished your conversation, you all had begun heading into the main building. You reached into your pocket to quickly realise that your phone was missing.

“See you guys in class,” you said to your friends, darting out to grab it again.

You exited the main door, scanning the area when somebody tapped your arm.

“Sorry, you left this outside.”

“Oh!” you said, taking your phone. “Thank you! I was just coming to look for this.”

The person who had helped you offered a cheery smile. He was recognisable in the way that all hero-course students were. They carried their personalities in their walks. Yet, his name completely escaped you.

“No problem,” he said. “I was really hoping I could find you instead of turning it in.”

The two of you walked back into the building alongside one another. “At least at a hero school, I don’t have to worry about it going missing,” you joked. “I feel like I should know your name but it’s just slipping from my mind, sorry.”

“Izuku Midoriya,” he said. “Why should you know my name?”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t know that 1A are basically local celebrities.”

He blushed at that, coughing as he scrambled to regain his composure. “I don’t… well, I don’t know about being famous or anything. We’re just regular students, really.”

“Except you’re attacked by villains constantly.”

“Except for that, yes.”

You laughed, drawing unneeded attention from other students in the hall. They were all staring and trying to figure out if they could spread any kind of gossip about this interaction. The local soap opera that was class 1A had many students involved in the happenings of others’ lives.

“So, I noticed you were using your quirk earlier,” Midoriya said, bringing your attention back to him. His hair helped him to stand out with its fluffy, green nature but his voice remained soft. “Do you have any pro-heroes in your family?”

“One of my aunts,” you said. “She inspired me to come to U.A. in the first place.”

He surprised you by immediately saying her hero name. When you didn’t initially respond, he gave you a quizzical look.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Your quirks are similar but not enough for immediate family,” he said. “Do you have the same limitations with your own? I know she has a weakness with it that many villains like to exploit which could be the reason why she’s never risen higher in the rankings… not that she isn’t a great hero, of course, but it’s a well-known flaw in her quirk.”

You chuckled at that. “I mean, well-known for a very small level hero,” you said. “The types of villains that she deals with hardly have the brain cells to remember their own names.”

“It doesn’t make her work any less important.”

You smiled at that, appreciative of the notion. “I don’t actually know much about her quirk,” you admitted. “My own is pretty lack-luster. I can experiment with it and let you know what I find out, if you really want to know.”

“Yeah! That would be great! I could – oh, wait, no that’s probably an odd thing to say…” he trailed off, looking lost in thought. “Well, just let me know?”

“Of course,” you said. “Bye! Have a great day.”

Your own classroom felt surprisingly uninteresting without him there. You looked around at all the familiar faces and smiled. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t see him again.

Dynamight

“What are you, a coward?”

You glanced up from your phone, the challenge lighting a spark in your eyes. “No,” you said. “I just don’t take bets that I know I’m going to lose.”

Sighing dramatically, your friend slumped back in her chair and toyed with the food in front of her. She huffed a stray strand of hair from her face. “You used to be fun,” she groaned. “What happened to the person who would take any dare, no matter how high the odds?”

“I just don’t see the point in wagering my daifuku, one of my favourite snacks by the way, on something pointless.”

“It’s not like you have to land a date, just talk to him for like a minimum of a minute.”

You glanced down at your dessert and contemplated her offer. The cafeteria was busy, as always, and you could hear almost four conversations going on at once. Most were unrelated to schoolwork but quite a few mentioned the infamous class 1A who were sitting on the opposite side of the room.

From where you were, you could make out a few of the more recognisable members, including the reason that everybody was discussing the class right now.

“I feel like you’re setting me up for failure,” you said. “He’s clearly in a bad mood already.”

“When is he not?”

Groaning, you stood up from the table and stretched a little. “If I come back uninjured, you have to double the payment, alright?”

Perhaps you had too much of a reputation already – or maybe people were just shameless eavesdroppers – but several perked up as you made your way toward the hero course’s regular tables. They were all prepared for some kind of show, be it from you or from the subject of your attention.

Class 1A’s personal explosive, Katsuki Bakugo had made a scene not too long ago, prompting the very dare that had you making you way over there.

His table hosted five people and you chose the pink girl’s seat to lean over once you arrived.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you greeted with a smile though your eyes held Bakugo’s.

He was agitated, that much was obvious, but you weren’t sure if it was the normal level or not. Your appearance definitely wasn’t a positive though.

“Who are you?” he snapped.

“An admirer,” you responded, allowing your attention to now rove over the other confused students. “Not just of you but of the entire hero course. I always wanted to apply but never quite got the marks so I was curious what its like. And you seem to be, by far, the most approachable of the lot.”

The girl you were standing beside snorted with laughter. “Good one,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Mina.”

You introduced yourself with a smile, keeping the majority of your attention on Bakugo. “I do know most of your names,” you said. “Though that’s not saying too much. You’re all over the school and the news most weeks.”

“Ugh, tell me about it,” she complained. “Do you want to sit with us?”

“I would love to,” you said, gladly taking a seat beside her and flashing Bakugo a bright smile. “Has anybody told you that your hair is adorable? Like it suits your whole aesthetic so well.”

“Fuck off.”

One of the other boys chuckled a little awkwardly but still responded with a shark-toothed grin. “Sorry, Bakugo doesn’t like compliments too much.”

“I don’t like them when they’re so clearly fake,” he scoffed, eyeing you up. “I know you morons struggle to understand but people don’t just come over to make friends. This is a dare of some kind, isn’t it?”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t make friends while winning some extra dessert,” you said.

“People dare each other to come say hi to us?” the blond electricity guy asked. He had a charger hanging from his mouth.

“Not all of you.”

Bakugo scoffed, standing up from his chair sharply. “Hope you lose,” he said, storming away from the table and disappearing into the crowd.

Earphone Jack

The words ‘joint class’ had seemed fun when it was first mentioned. It wasn’t often that you interacted with students outside of your course and many had presumed that it would be a simple way to split Present Mic’s focus between more people.

Unfortunately, you should have all seen the group project part coming.

“Working in the pro-hero industry will often have you alongside complete strangers,” it had been explained. “Whether on the battlefield or behind the scenes, you’re going to have some great times meeting new people and learning about your own limitations. I’ve chosen who I think you’ll get along with but I could be very wrong. We’ll have to see.”

You all groaned, already anticipating the lengthy assignment that would be coming up. It probably wouldn’t be as bad for the hero course students.

For the pairs, it was pretty expected. Nobody from the same course was working together and the majority of the pairs stuck to the same gender.

You understood why when you heard the small purple one start complaining about it being discriminatory or something.

Present Mic stood in front of your desk before you even knew it, a grin on his face.

Often, you thought that you were one of his favourites. You focused on his class and always actively engaged. Sometimes you would even see him outside of class and he would give you a great wave.

You really hoped that those kind sentiments carried over.

“You’re going to be working with Kyoka Jiro,” he announced. Then, leaning forward, he added, “The one with the purple hair and the audio jacks on her ears.”

Thankful that he hadn’t left you floundering, you stood up and took a deep breath. Going over and speaking to a new person shouldn’t be that hard but you really didn’t want to… still, it wasn’t optional.

“Hi,” you said when she looked up at your approach. “I believe we’re in a team. You’re Jiro, right?”

She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly but still smiled. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You sat down in the chair in front of her desk – vacant thanks to its occupant speaking to their own group member. “Present Mic said that he paired us up with people he thinks we’d get along with. Aside from my adoration of your hair, what else do we have in common?”

She reached up and touched her hair, laughing a little awkwardly. “Thank you. Maybe we both listen to the same music?”

“That could be it, what kind of things do you listen to?”

Jiro opened up at that question, immediately launching into a detailed conversation about her favourite and least favourite genres. You had heard of some of the bands that she mentioned but most were a little too obscure.

Then, you made a connection.

“Wait, your dad isn’t Kyotoku Jiro, is he?” you asked. “I used to listen to some of his old songs all the time.”

Jiro’s eyes lit up. “Really? He’s not extremely well-known so most people don’t know he even has songs but I’m super proud of my dad’s music. How did you find out about him?”

You were going to answer when Present Mic cleared his throat and you all turned your attention back to him.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” you whispered to Jiro.

The group project was actually far simpler than you had anticipated and probably could be done in the dedicated time you were provided with. Unfortunately, it seemed that Jiro and you were abysmally slow workers when together and so, you just had to spend more time together outside of class.

Even after it was handed in.

Froppy

Generally, you found that if you visited the pools just before lunch, there would be absolutely nobody there. It would be the perfect time to get some swimming done without worrying about interrupting anybody or feeling bad because you weren’t as fast as some of the hero course students.

You didn’t go every day but, when you had some spare time, you happily made your way to the pool.

About twenty minutes into your swimming though, you popped your head up to head up to hear somebody in the changing rooms. You knew that you shouldn’t get nervous. The pool was for everybody in the school and it was more than large enough that you could avoid social situations.

But still, your stomach churned.

You continued swimming, though now you were keeping your head up to watch for whoever came through the door. After what felt like forever, a small girl emerged with dark green hair.

She smiled when she saw you had noticed her and gave a friendly wave. “Hello.”

“Hi,” was your eloquent response.

She got in on the other side of the pool and you continued swimming your laps. For a while, you waited for her to start so that you could see how fast she swam but she just sat in the water with her eyes closed and her face turned to the sun.

You pulled yourself out of the pool to sit on the side, taking a brief break in your exercise. There was no need to be in pain tomorrow.

She opened her eyes and smiled at you. “You swim really well.”

“Oh,” you said, a blush igniting behind your cheeks. “Thank you. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

Her voice was croaky but not in an awkward way. You actually really enjoyed the sound of it – enough that you willingly engaged in the conversation in order to hear her speak.

“Are you sunbathing?” you asked.

“Soaking,” she responded. “My skin is more amphibian-like so I really need to keep it hydrated. I’m Tsu, by the way.”

You smiled and told her your name. She repeated it and you quickly found out that you really liked the way she said it. “Which course are you in?” you asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“I’m in the hero course,” she said. “It’s fun but it gets quite dangerous from time to time.”

“I would guess so… hopefully nothing too bad though.”

She shrugged. “I’ve nearly died once because a villain with a disintegration quirk tried to grab my face. That was terrifying.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

“Thankfully our teacher can take quirks away if he looks at you,” she said. “And then All Might arrived so everything ended well. I’m lucky that my quirk doesn’t hurt me or anything because lots of my other classmates have those kinds of issues. It’s just a little inconvenient to have to lounge in the pool every now and then.”

“I would pay good money to have that kind of quirk,” you said with a sigh. “I would use it to get here during super boring classes.”

“That’s what I’m doing right now.”

You both laughed.

“I only managed to get here early due to being given some time to do an assignment. Because I got it done last night, I’m just relaxing a little before lunch,” you explained. You checked the time on the large clock. “Actually, it looks like I may need to go and get changed.”

Time had slipped by faster than you realised and you quickly changed back into your school uniform after giving Tsu a wave. You were actually a little disappointed to think that you had to go back to class instead of swimming.

But you weren’t expecting to see Tsu standing outside when you exited, already changed into her uniform.

“I thought you may want to sit with me and my friends today,” she offered. “They’ve got pretty cool quirks and experiences in the hero course.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why not? I can already tell that we’re going to be good friends so we may as well start now.”

You chuckled, covering your mouth to hide your slight blush. “Alright then. I’d love to.”

Ingenium

U.A. was a massive building with many corridors and even more classrooms. You had waited outside for half an hour before giving up and heading in by yourself. It hadn’t seemed like too bad of an idea at the time.

Perhaps you should have waited for your guide a little longer.

You walked the first and second floors twice, constantly looking for anybody who you recognised. The day before, you had been introduced to your class and the elected class president who promised to show you around. Except now you were wondering the corridors alone and hoping that you got to your main room on time.

When it didn’t look like that was going to happen though, you had to bite the bullet and ask somebody for help. Something you had been hoping to avoid.

Many students surrounding you looked extremely intimidating. They were all in their own groups and it would be extremely uncomfortable to approach anybody. So you chose the sweetest-looking girl that you could and made your way to her.

“Hi,” you greeted. “I’m so sorry to bother you but could you possibly tell me how to get to my class. I just transferred over and I’m completely lost.”

She was adorable with bright eyes and rosy cheeks. A massive smile appeared on her face. “Of course!” she said. “Where do you need to go?”

The other members of her small group were looking at you but none seemed too unfriendly so you relaxed a little. “I’m in 1G, the support department? My class president was meant to help me around but she just never showed up.”

At that, the tallest of the group – a guy with glasses and an extremely fancy look to his face – said, “That is unacceptable. They just left you waiting?”

You startled at the question and stared up at him. “Uh… yeah? It isn’t too bad –“

“It’s ridiculous for your class president to leave you standing alone! Their very job is to ensure that every member of the class is comfortable and knowledgeable about various aspects of the school. As class 1A’s president, I shall take you to your homeroom and discuss this with whoever is failing in their duties.”

You blinked, trying desperately to keep up with him. “If it’s not interrupting anything, then I’d definitely appreciate a guide.”

“Of course,” he said. “Follow me, I’ll take you directly there.”

You bid goodbye to the adorable girl and hurried to catch up with the guy who was practically marching his way down the hall. From behind, you could see that large pipes came from his calves. You wondered how his quirk worked.

“Thank you for this,” you said, speed walking to keep up. You gave him your name and asked for his own.

“I’m Tenya Iida,” he introduced himself. “And I’m sorry that you have been let down by your class.”

“I’m sure they were just busy.”

“Did they say that they would help show you around?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then they should have kept that in mind while planning the rest of their engagements,” he said. “There’s no excuse to cancel plans without even notifying the other person. You could have gotten in trouble for arriving to class late or not being able to show up at all.”

That was something you had been worried about. It was never a great way to start at a new school and you would have undoubtedly broken some record for getting a detention.

“Thank you for helping,” you said. “I really appreciate it. Are you in the hero course or something?”

He pushed his glasses up and nodded proudly. “I am indeed. Though I would have given you assistance without my hero training because it’s simply the right thing to do.”

Once around the next corner, he stopped so suddenly that you nearly walked into his back. “This is your classroom.”

A large ‘G’ covered a massive door. Relief washed over you and you opened your mouth to thank him but he was marching into the classroom, heading directly for your class president.

Lemillion

In all honesty, your stress was climbing to new heights. With a test looming and work taking a great deal out of you, it was like walking through tar to try and get things done. Plus there was the ever-present threat of forgetting something and causing trouble for everybody around you.

So you made your way to the library most days and found a comfortable chair to sit in. Once there, you would page through whatever book was needed and work to get as much done as possible.

It was a boring routine but it needed to be done.

Most of the people around you were ignorable, though you didn’t mean it in a cruel way. It was just that you didn’t have enough brain power to focus on them at the moment.

But eventually, you had to take a break when your mind was swimming from studies. You closed the book and took a deep breath.

“Alright, so I’m going to pop in just after she starts class, right? I’ll come through the whiteboard so she doesn’t see me at first, then I’ll hold up the egg and say ‘Wow, this class is really egg-sausting’.”

“Won’t Miss Midnight take offense to that?”

“It’s about her quirk though, not her class.”

“But what if she takes it the wrong way?”

You laughed as softly as you dared, a small snort escaping before you caught it. The group that were speaking sat at the table next to your own. They were a group of three although the one guy wasn’t really involved in the conversation – rather, a blue haired girl discussed the blond guy’s planned jokes.

“I think Midnight has a good sense of humour,” the guy was reasoning. “She’ll laugh at it. Most of the teachers understand my jokes.”

“Don’t you remember when you told Ectoplasm that he was a freak in the sheets?”

That one got a proper chuckle out of you but you managed to keep it quiet enough that they didn’t notice your eavesdropping. Their discussion was certainly lightening the mood.

The guy blushed bright red. “I didn’t think of the other ways that could have been taken,” he admitted. “I was just speaking about those ghost costumes that everybody wears during Halloween, you know… Probably should have just made the boo-berry pie joke and left it there.”

You decided against taking a sip of water, focusing on trying not to laugh at the awful puns you were hearing. Maybe the guy’s quirk was related to telling bad jokes or something.

Or maybe he just had the best worse sense of humour.

They continued speaking for some time and you found yourself giggling at almost every joke that was made. It was hard to concentrate on your work anymore but you surprisingly still got some done and enjoyed every second of it.

You were actually rather disappointed when the group stood up to leave. Two of them headed out of the main door but the blond didn’t follow. You considered glancing around to find him but decided you didn’t want to seem creepy.

And then his face appeared in the middle of your homework.

You yelped in fright and stumbled backwards, nearly falling out of your chair. The guy was half-melded with the table but he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile. His excitement was contagious.

“Hello,” he greeted, standing up and no longer phasing through any solid items. “I’m Mirio. I just wanted to say hi before we left.”

“Oh,” you said. “Um… hi.” You gave him your name and blushed, realising that your eavesdropping hadn’t gone completely unnoticed. Still, he didn’t seem to mind it so you didn’t worry too much.

“I’ll see you around,” he said as he left, waving enthusiastically the entire time.

Phantom Thief

Most days, you relished in the opportunities to speak to new heroes about support items and what they needed to better their quirks. You enjoyed discussing with them and learning about their abilities, and you knew that many in your class had similar sentiments.

After all, that was the very reason that you were studying.

These reason were why you remained confused when your classmates were busy drawing straws when you walked in. None of them bothered to even tell you what was happening, just gesturing for you to take your straw.

You grabbed the closest one in confusion and pulled it out, revealing that luck wasn’t on your side that day.

“Congratulations,” one of the girls said. “You get to talk to Monoma. All the rest of us will be able to choose whoever we want within class 1B once they arrive.”

That was when you realised.

You hadn’t ever had the opportunity to work with the loudest member of the class before and you didn’t envy many that had. The stories they shared about hinted at a mild insanity or, at the very least, obnoxiousness that went unmatched. You definitely weren’t looking forward to that for a good part of your day.

But alas, when 1B entered the room to discuss their options for support items, you made your way over to the blond and gave him your best smile. “Would you mind if I asked you about some support items that you may need?”

His grin was massive as he turned to you. “Ah, I see you’re extremely excited for the opportunity to work with such an amazing quirk, right?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

That clearly wasn’t the answer he anticipated and he faltered a little at it. “I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I don’t think there’s anything here that would suit me. My quirk works brilliantly on its own.”

“I wouldn’t say its your quirk that does it all,” you said. “Obviously it requires a talented wielder in order to use it properly.”

His eyes narrowed at the compliment and he began looking over your shoulders, clearly thinking that this was a setup of some kind. After making sure nobody was watching, he very carefully said, “I suppose you’re right. Anyway, as I was saying, I don’t need any support items right now.”

“I get that but, if you ever need something in the future, just let me know,” you said. “In the meantime, I can brainstorm some general stuff based off your quirk. You can copy things, right?”

“Obviously,” he chuckled.

You nodded and began walking away, happy that your unorthodox plan had worked in mellowing him out. It was a guess that he wouldn’t be used to praise but it worked like an absolute charm.

“Wait!” he said, suddenly appearing next to you. “How am I meant to tell you my ideas if I don’t even know your name?”

You chuckled nervously, not having expected him to care about that part of your conversation. Before you had even thought about it though, you told him your name and he smiled even wider at that, if it was even possible.

“I’ve been looking for somebody who understands how good of a quirk I have,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulders unexpectedly. “And you seem to like it quite a bit.”

“Well, yes,” you said. “It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

He stepped in front of you then and you watched as your own quirk manifested itself. ���I like yours also,” he said. “It suits you.” For a split second, he smiled warmly.

You smiled at that, unable to help it as his expression became considerably more normal while he was using it. “Thank you. It’s not entirely impressive when you look at all the hero course’s quirks but I like it well enough.”

The quirk disappeared and his over-the-top smile reappeared. “Obviously it isn’t as good as mine,” he scoffed. “But don’t beat yourself up about that. Almost nobody can top me.”

For a second, the change confused you but then the class 1B president made her presence behind you known. She apologised and lectured Monoma on showing off instead of focusing but you didn’t entirely hear her. Your curiosity surrounding the blond had been piqued. How much of that arrogance was just a show for his class?

[gummygowon]

cute relationship things with ateez!

genre: fluff (a lot)

warnings: none :)

established relationship!

a/n: i meant to post this like two weeks ago but i never finished it so consider this an early valentine’s day gift <3 ;) 

seonghwa:

for some reason, i feel like seonghwa likes to read books

with that being said, on lazy days where you guys didn’t want to get up and do anything

you guys would read books !!!

before you guys would read some were recommendations from each other on your own

and then maybe rant to each other over little details about the book like how the main character went back to their toxic ex or how the ending of a book was so bad

“seonghwa, how did you even read this?!? the stupid ass main character keeps going back to that one jerk! like does she not realize she deserves more than his ugly ass???!!!?”

“y/n, just keep reading.” 

“but hwa-”

turns out the main character got with the other woman yayyyyy!!! fuck shitty men

i don’t know how it happened but you guys started your own little book club with each other

so you guys could finally talk rant together at the same time about the book

so since you guys started to read the same book and if you guys found down time together you would read together

like, imagine it’s a peaceful friday night

seonghwa is back from work and so are you

you guys already showered and ate dinner

you’re just reading and then seonghwa just scoops you up and then puts you in between his legs with your back against his chest

and you’re like “wtf bro?”

and he’s just like, “what? i wanna read too???”

“didn’t you like read ahead tho??”

“yeah, but i wanna read it again.”

that was a fatass lie

he just wanted to be close to you 

hongjoong:

ok so, we all know that this man is hella busy all the time

mans is the leader, song writer, producer, dancer, rapper (which is why he is good at all positions)

but you were patient with him and whenever he goes days without seeing you due to his busy ass schedule he would make it up to you yk what i mean

but on the more chill days when you saw hongjoong or even the days where he was cooped in his studio (you would visit him there because sometimes you just had to see him)

you guys would just lay on the couch, just enjoying each other’s presence and not feel like you have to make up for lost time

you would be on the bottom on your phone or reading a magazine/book

then hongjoong would be at the top with his head on your stomach as he would be writing down lyrics that came to mind

killing two birds with one stone you feel me

sometimes you would show him a funny meme that you found or quote something that you just read to him 

“hongjoong, look at the way he fell!” you would be dying of laughter

and then he wouldn’t notice because he was really roped into making lyrics 

but you also didn’t see him focusing so much because you were of course laughing at the kid that accidentally got bitchslapped off the couch because of their sibling

“joongie look!!!”

“what is it?”

you would then show him what happened and then he would look at with that “you really interrupted me for this??” type of look

“i just lost my train of thought for this song because you wanted to show me this kid falling off of a couch???” 

“yes?” 

he would just bring a hand to his face and think what tf? why tf? and then slowly start laughing because of what just happened

“see, wasn’t it funny?”

“a child getting hurt isn’t funny, y/n” he would laugh while scolding you

yunho:

yunho powers im sorry for this one

alright so, it’s night time 

you guys are about to go to bed after a long day or work/school whatever

your eyes are fluttering closed because the day got you beat beat

but then yunho just kisses your face

and then you open your eyes slowly again to see yunho look like he just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do

like imagine a kid that just got caught drawing on the walls

that’s what his face would look like

he’s just laying there like “i thought you were asleep...”

“i was just about to...”

yunho feels lowkey guilty now because you’re awake now and he knows you had a long day

he just couldn’t resist kissing you 

you just looked so pretty and peaceful sleeping 

mans was reminded by the universe themself about how lucky he was being able to date you

like, godamn what did he do in his past life to deserve you?

ok, back to this reaction idea thing-

yunho would apologize for waking you up with his cheeks a nice rosy color

you just look at him with tired eyes 

“i’ll forgive you, if you give me more kisses.”

and yunho’s smile just lights up the whole damn room and he’s like oh? say less

so he goes to kissing your face

like all over

your nose

your cheeks

forehead

basically anywhere ok?

and you end up laughing because it tickles 

but you just want him to kiss your lips which he does 

... eventually lmao

but when he does your still laughing which causes him to laugh

he tells you “i love you, did you know that?”

and you get all flustered and shit but you still keep that playful energy around 

“i love you too, but you aren’t forgiven just yet”

which leads to more kisses :))))

yeosang:

ok so you’re now the busy one

yeosang has so much respect for you because holy shit how do you balance that busy ass schedule of yours

your homework loads were no jokes 

then to add to that you have a job which was even more stressful

it was amazing how you can manage all that and still keep a smile on your face

you also had major respect for yeosang as an idol

the industry was not a place to fuck around 

you couldn’t be happier that your boyfriend was lucky enough to have a group who actually cared and supported each other

speaking of ateez, yeosang isn’t the most touchy person in the world

you didn’t mind of course, you’re the same way

however, when he did give you cuddles and kisses you would be a blushing mess

a sort of rare sight that yeosang loved to see

anyways, one night you were busy writing those argumentative essays that you were sure that your fingers would fall off by the time you were finished

you were working on it ever since you got home from school (with the occasional food and bathroom breaks )to the time when yeosang came back from practice

you moved to your shared bed by the time the sweaty boy came home and he was surprised that you were working on one subject for so long

the stupid piece was almost finished by the time yeosang was out of the shower

however, you didn’t even notice

you were too immersed in your writing to notice

yeosang took this as an opportunity to sit behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and watch over your shoulder as you worked

and of course, he would kiss your cheek occasionally

this was super sweet gesture but yeosang but you didn’t the notice that he wrapped his arms around you

“ai yah! what the hell?” you yelled and turned around to see your boyfriend clutching his chest

“oh it’s just you.”

yeosang would give you a deadpanned look and be like, “yeah, who else tf???”

you would apologize and kissing his cheek before returning to back to work 

which yeosang would return to hugging your waist and keep his head on your shoulder

and give you occasional kisses on your cheek or neck

after that night, it became a weekly occurrence

which you loved of course, who wouldn’t love their bf cuddling them while they chased their bag

san:

i am very excited for this one

ok so, san loves playing with your hair

it’s just so much fun 

running his fingers through it or just attempting to braid it or put it into a tiny ponytail

he loved it

he would probably always play with your while you were watching tv together, sitting together in the car, or even before you guys fall asleep

then one day after san came home early from work 

you guys were chilling on the bed watching the latest k-drama that came out since san made you wait so you guys could watch it together

san was in between your legs with his back leaning against your chest 

and that’s when you decided to run your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair

that’s also when san asked you to braid his hair

“sure, what type of braid though?”

“there’s different kinds????” 

“yes, san. now pick one.” you gave him your phone that was pulled up to different types braids.

“i want the french ones. they sound fancy.”

you roll your eyes and start sectioning his hair into two sections and start braiding his hair and lightly pull on the pink strands because you know san likes his hair pulled

so you doing his hair right 

and you begin rambling about your day/week

talking about whatever interesting happened to you because you know that san likes hearing you talk no matter what it’s about

however, you were knee deep into talking about the latest drama at work that you didn’t even realize that san stopped talking

“san?”

he didn’t answer and his head would be dipping down so low you were surprised you didn’t fall over

“baby?”

san still wouldn’t respond to you 

but this time he just flipped over so his head would be on your stomach as he wrapped your arms around your stomach

“mmmmmmm?”

“nevermind love, just sleep.” 

he would respond by burying his head further into your stomach and tightened his hold around you

you kissed his head and ran your fingers through his hair which lulled san to sleep even more

“goodnight sannie.”

mingi:

you have been best friends with song mingi ever since you moved into the tiny neighborhood that you call home

it all started when your parents brought you over to your next door neighbor’s house for breakfast on a cold saturday morning 

you were extremely shy when you were little so the only thing you could remember about your first experience with mingi was hiding behind your mother’s leg for the first hour of being there and watching the young boy play with his toy cars and planes before he finally offered a pirate ship to you

ever since that unforgettable saturday, you pretty much spent the rest of your childhood with mingi

you guys were practically joined at the hip 

even when you were getting endlessly teased by your classmates for the first month of school for having an accent whenever you spoke 

which resulted in you running to the bathroom crying

not even a minute later, you heard someone burst through the girls’ bathrrom

“y/n?”

you peaked your head out of the stall to see your tall neighbor looking out of breath

“mingi, you aren’t supposed to be here!” you said in between sobs

“it’s okay, i don’t care.” he said as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “are you okay?”

you shook your head no looking at him with tears running down your face

the poor boy was internally freaking out since he has no clue on how to comfort people (especially if they’re a girl)

he was like eight at the time give him a little break

so of course, his first reaction was to make you laugh somehow

and he did this by randomly recreating the “boots and cats, boots and cats” rhythm after seeing siri do it in a youtube video and started to bop his head 

surprised by his sudden movements, you laughed out of pure confusion

as soon as mingi saw the corner of your lips flip upwards he began rapping faster to the point where he was gasping for breath leading him into a coughing fit 

“mingi you can breathe, y’know!” you giggled in between words

after the young boy had caught his breath from hacking away at his lungs, he smiled at you 

until- the teacher had came into the bathroom, scolding mingi for going into the girls’ restroom

even though mingi didn’t care at all that he got in trouble, the only thing he cared about was that you were feeling better

ever since then whenever you were sad or having a bad day mingi would whip out his phone and ask siri to rap while he free-styled over the monotone voice 

he literally still does it

even two years into your relationship-

“siri, can you rap for me?” mingi would ask his phone as he pointed his free arm at you

“boots and cats-”

“mingi, please no.” you laughed in between tears, your mood rising with every beat

wooyoung:

i wholeheartedly believe that wooyoung would kiss you face if you were sad

but the first time this happened, you guys were still fairly new into your relationship

which meant that you weren’t completely ready to be extremely vulnerable around wooyoung 

because in your mind, letting someone see you at your lowest lows of means that you really trust and love someone to let them see you like that

you always wanted to be known as the strong person in the friend group

you were that glue that held everyone together

always listening to others and taking care of others before yourself

which is why wooyoung fell in love with you in the first place

he had never been in a relationship where someone was so caring and thoughtful of others that he was scared that he wouldn’t be enough for you and that you deserved better

of course, he didn’t tell you that right away but he confessed to you about that wayyy later in your relationship which is another story to be told

but one day, life was coming at you so fucking fast

assignments were piling up left and right and deadlines were literally every other day

and then there seemed to be an increase in the amount of angry karens at your work

and your patience was thinning everyday with those people

then to top it all off, all the tests you’ve been studying for, you got mediocre grades, some even worse in other subjects

it just felt like no matter how much work you put into whatever you do, you got half ass results

it was just pushing your mental health further into the ground

you could handle a C every once in awhile but multiple? on back to back tests? no fucking way you just couldn’t

those stupid, dark thoughts would cloud your mind in an instant and on days like this, you would just let them consume you

you were too tired to pick yourself up again and fight back which led to you crying in wooyoung’s arms

usually, you would feel so embarrassed crying over things like this when you know other people have it worse but you couldn’t hold in it anymore 

you ranted about yourself in between your hiccups from crying which would hurt wooyoung’s heart a little bit

because he thought of you as such a strong and kind person- the complete opposite of what you were saying about yourself

so when you were done talking, wooyoung made you look at him and assured you that you were not any of those nasty things that you said about yourself

each insult turned into a thoughtful compliment accompanied by a kiss

“y/n, you are so intelligent-” 

kiss

“caring-”

kiss

“beautiful-”

kiss

“more than everything i ever wanted”

kiss

by the time wooyoung was done, you were a giggling mess

“and this is why i love you.”

he finally kissed you on your lips, smiling into it like the dork he is

it was the first ever time he told you that he loved you

jongho:

i am also a firm believer that jongho would sing his s/o to sleep

like with that heavenly voice of his, he better put them to sleep 

so on the first night you ever slept with jongho, you were too nervous to go to bed even though your body was screaming at you to close your eyes 

you kept tossing and turning every few minutes or your eyes would shoot open with your heart racing

at this point, you gave up on trying to sleep and got up (carefully to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend) to get a drink

while you were in the kitchen, clutching your chest in an effort to get yourself to calm down, jongho had stirred awake to an empty bed

a flash of panic surged through his body as he momentarily forgot where he was since he wasn’t at his dorm his room never looked this clean 

yawning, the vocalist would wander into the light with his eyes squinted, “y/n?”

“oh my god!” you jumped, water almost spilling out your glass

jongho covered his ears, “what are you doing up?”

“oh,” you felt your cheeks turn red since you felt bad for waking your boyfriend up. “i can’t sleep.”

“why?” he asked, walking towards the couch.

“i don’t know.” you answered as you followed close behind. 

you curled up next to jongho, clutching his shirt “i’m sorry for waking you up.”

jongho smiled tiredly at you before kissing your head, “don’t be. it’s okay. i don’t have work tomorrow anyways.”

you smiled in response before the two of you guys fell into a silence

“do you want me to sing you to sleep?”

“yes, please.” you murmured into his side as jongho placed his other arm around you, successfully trapping you in between his arms

he began singing softly into your ear as he stroked your hair

his warm voice coaxing your eyes to close 

at last, your mind was at peace with itself

your heart beat slowing down

and by the time the song was finished you were fast asleep in arms

jongho kissed your forehead once more 

“i love you.”