#at one point I started to cry like loudly

[block-tales-headcanons]

I love the idea that Player dies at the end that I'm headcanoning a scene for it:

Player finally beat the final boss but mortally wounded, they used up all of their healing items & revives. Cruel King, Griefer, Calypso, and R&B rushes to their side while Cruel King gently craddles them

Player jokes that they'll just respawn like usual but they know deep down that the won't this time, they're aware it's the end of their story of a journey that started by being invited to the Roblox VIP Convention

Griefer try to use his plants powers to heal them up, Cruel King uses his cold body temperature to numb the pain, Calypso is tearing up fabric of her pants into strips to try to mend the wounds that Griefer's power is struggling to heal.

Player is calm then closes their eyes and smiles, saying thank you to all of them for being there with them in the journey before passing away

The rest looks at the respawn point slab near them and waits for player to respawn

They waited

They waited some more

They waited even more

They waited for what feels like forever for Player to just disappear from Cruel King's arms & reappear on the spawn point slab

Blue is the first one to starts crying, then Red, then Calypso

Cruel King looks down at Player's body that he still cradles in his arms and mourns silently while letting the others cry their hearts out, being a ghost means he cannot cry anymore. Despite that, small shards of ice begin to fall from his face onto the player as if it was tears

Griefer breaks down into tears and let out a scream, cursing Shedletsky & Telamon before grabbing Player's shirt and desperately yelling at them to wake up while apologizing for everything that he has done wrong to them (call back to Griefer feeling guilt over what he did to Player headcanon) and how he can't even protect them in the end, he buried his face on Player's chest and just loudly cries

Calypso had to pry Griefer away from Player's body and hugs him, letting him cry his heart out

Shedletsky, Kyoko, and the others are at Bizville waiting for Player's return only to see the call card gang looking like they just cry every single tears they have and Cruel King carrying Player's body in his arms

Player did found Builderman & recovered all of the sword at the cost of their life in the end

15 years later, Cruel King who is summoned by Griefer, Griefer himself, Kyoko, Calypso, and R&B are putting flowers at Player's statue, they were about to leave until they see a familiar face, it's Player running to the convention building

Cruel King, Griefer, Calypso, Kyoko, and R&B watch as Player enter the building, it's a cruel joke how they're seeing the start of a journey where Player will never see how the story ends

- Chaotic Anon

WAAAAAAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭 GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND BAWLS MY EYES OUT

[ofmistandpages]

Szriel request fluffy fluffy plz! Theme: "no tome to explain, just trust me!!" Azriel saves yay!

"No Time To Explain"

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel wakes you up with a pressing situation.

Warnings: very mild language, but it's mostly fluff!

W/C: 1.1k

Thanks for the request, anon. Hope you enjoy!

You were sleeping lightly, the warmth from the early morning sun coming through the windows warming your face as you enjoyed your slumber. You were dreaming, your mind wandering off into a sleepy haze when something nudged your shoulder.

Gently, then more insistently.

"Y/N." Azriel's voice, low and gravelly, hovered inches from your ear. "We have a situation."

You didn't open your eyes. "Is someone dead?"

A beat of silence. "No."

"Did Cassian steal Truth-Teller again?"

Another pause. "...No."

You groaned, rolling over and cracking one eye open, and there he was. Your mate was kneeling beside the bed. Wide-eyed. Sleep-deprived. Holding something.

Something moving.

That's when you saw it. A cat. A fluffy black cat with murder in its eyes. Nestled perfectly in the arms of the Night Court's spymaster like it had claimed him as its emotional support bat.

You blinked, forcing the sleep from your eyes. "Azriel. What the hell is that?"

He didn't flinch. Just locked eyes with you and said, deadly serious, "No time to explain. Just trust me."

Your eyebrows raised, pinning him in place with a glare. "Az. That is a cat."

"I know."

"Where on the Mother's green earth did you find a cat?" you asked, your voice raising slightly.

"Long story," Az responded, his face blushing slightly.

You released a breath. "Why is it in our house? Can you tell me that, at least?"

He shrugged. "It followed me."

You sat up, staring at him, mouth wide open. "You mean to tell me, a lethal and deadly shadowsinger couldn't shake off one determined stray cat?"

Azriel exhaled slowly. "It's.... clingy."

The cat meowed loudly. Azriel's shadows curled around it's furry body, as if they, too, had surrendered to the animal.

"I was flying over the rooftops," he explained, his hand running along the cat's back. "She jumped on me out of nowhere. I tried to drop her off at three different places, and every time, she reappeared. Somehow faster that I could fly away."

You blinked again. "So your solution was to bring it home with you?"

Az held the cat out slightly, in a way that reminded you of when Nyx wanted to show you something he had found in the River House. "I panicked."

You pressed a hand to your forehead. "Azriel. What if she belongs to someone?"

"Then someone needs to explain why they've allowed Queen Murderpaws here to imprint on me like I'm her new dad."

You couldn't stop the snort that escaped your lips. "You named her?"

He looked down at the cat, Queen Murderpaws, like he hand't meant to. "No. It just came to me." He looked up at you through his lashes. "Soooo... can we keep her?"

You sighed, a sound of the long-suffering. "Fine. But you are in charge of cleaning her litter box."

----

It started with the bed.

You woke up to find a tiny velvet cushion- Night Court colors, no less- placed beside the fireplace. The cat was sleeping on it like she was royalty.

You eyed Azriel, who was pretending to read. "Did you buy her a custom cat bed?"

"No," he said flatly.

You pointed at the gold embroidered stitching on the side. "It says Murderpaws in Old Illyrian."

A pause.

"She has preferences."

----

Then came the armor.

Cassian found it first.

He'd come by to "check out your weapons collection" (aka eat your snacks and gossip), only to open a box Az had hidden under the couch.

"Az." Cass held up something small and shiny. "Is this... cat armor?"

Azriel didn't even flinch. "It's ceremonial."

"It's rhinesoned."

"She deserves to feel powerful," Az responded.

Cassian turned to you, eyes wide. "He is unwell."

You were already crying from laughter.

----

Next came the intervention.

"She is not my cat," Azriel explained to Rhys. "I'm just keeping her until someone else claims her."

"She lives in your house," Rhys replied, sipping on his wine.

"And she follows you everywhere," Feyre added, nodding to where Queen Murderpaws sat at Azriel's feet, grooming herself.

"She attends Inner Circle meetings," Mor noted, "and she once hissed at Beron's emissary."

Azriel shrugged nonchalantly. "She has diplomatic instincts."

Everyone stared.

"Azriel," Rhys said carefully, "you made her a Night Court medallion."

"She's earned it."

----

Later that night, curled on the couch with Murderpaws sprawled across Azriel's chest, you gently asked him, "Still not your cat?"

Az didn't answer right away. He scratched behind her ears, watching as her yellow eyes flutter closed.

Then, quietly, "...She's my second-in-command now."

You tried so hard not to laugh. "She's a cat."

He looked at you dead in the eye. "She has claws, intuition, and no mercy. She fits in."

You melted. Hopelessly, completely. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. You ran a finger along the cat's black fur, marveling as she started to purr softly under your ministrations. "She's lucky you found her."

Az smiled softly, his hand resting over the paw that was lying on his shoulder. "She found me," he murmured.

[dawnfire12]

Day off with the Saja Boys

Pairing: Saja Boys (Kpop Demon Hunter) X You (female)

Summary: You are the boys’ manager and you all deserve a day off. What you consider a day off is different than what they consider a day off. You want to pamper yourself and sit in a sauna, relaxing your body. Well the boys have other plans in mind for your body 😉

Warning: 18+ (mdni!), explicit smut content, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, all consensual.

A/N: I haven’t proofread it at all lol. I hope you enjoy it! And as requested by @noyeahhh

You wake up by nature's alarm clock with the sun passing over your eyelids. You stretch, getting up and looking at the time. 7:00 am, even on a day off you can’t help but wake up early. You go to your bathroom and brush your teeth so you can eat as your stomach growls loudly. You shuffle into the shared kitchen that you have with the saja boys. As their manager, it’s just easier to live in the same space as them.

You yawn and see Baby on the couch. Just like his name, he’s always up the earliest. 

“Hi Baby.” You wave.

He looks up at you and beckons you over. You collapse next to him on the couch and he wraps his arms around your waist, putting his head on your chest. 

You pet his back, "Did you sleep well?”

He nods and moves his head towards your neck where you are sensitive. His breath makes you wiggle.

“That tickles.” You whisper.

He grins and starts kissing your neck. You hum, extending your neck a bit and stroking his hair. He’s always affectionate in the morning. His kissing turns to sucking and you let out small sighs. He brings your hand down to his clothed dick that’s hard and you push his boxers down to stroke his dick. You lean forward to spit on it to lube up your hand to make it more pleasurable for him. You set an even pace and he whimpers in your ear and ruts into your hand. His hand travels to your little silk shorts and rubs you through them.

You moan,”Baby, it’s too early.”

“I need you.” He begs. 

You sigh,”Baby.”

He pulls down your shorts and places two fingers into your damp pussy. He opens you up with a scissoring motion against your walls making his fingers become even wetter. 

You moan quietly, "Everyone is sleeping.”

He withdraws his fingers and turns you over so your face is in the cushion and your ass is up. He thrusts into you at a fast pace that has you gripping the cushions and using them to muffle your moans.

“I just need to feel you.” He moans.

Even though your moans are quiet, the slapping of the skin is loud. He places one hand on your hair, making sure your head stays down and in a way using you as his only fleshlight. 

“Ah, ah, ah! You feel so good! I just want to stay in you!” He whimpers.

He rubs your clit, making you cry out.

“Please cum! I need to feel you cum so bad! It feels so good when you cum! Squeezing my dick!” He begs you. 

It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble and clamp down on his dick while your orgasm crashes over you.

“Ah! Yes! Just like that! So good! Mhmm!” He moans and climaxes.

He pumps into you a few more times before pulling out and pulling your shorts and his back on. 

You huff out air, “Well now I need a shower.”

He looks at you with puppy eyes, "Thank you!”, as if he’s an innocent child. As if he wasn't just pounding you a few moments ago.

You get up from the couch and start to walk towards your room when another door opens. It’s Mystery wearing a silver silk set of pjs, almost like yours. You hope he didn’t hear the activity in the living room.

“Good morning.” You whisper to him.

He waves and drags you into the room. He closes the door behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you. You let out a gasp of surprise and wrap your arms around his neck. He starts walking backwards towards his bed and sits on it. You follow to the point where you are standing in between his legs and he’s leaning up to kiss you. He leans away from you, breaking the kiss and forces you on your knees. He takes out his fully erect cock.

“You heard us in the living room?” You ask.

He nods, "Made me so horny. Now you have to fix it.”

He strokes himself a few times, staring at you. You lick your lips and lean over to place his cock in your mouth. You breathe in through your nose as you take his dick in your throat. He groans and it vibrates in your mouth. You moan back. You start moving your mouth up and down, hollowing your cheeks and moving your tongue along his shaft. 

He moans, "Just like that baby.”

You suck faster, not wanting to disappoint him and brush the tip with your tongue a few times. He hisses and starts grabbing your hair, moving his hips up. You gag a little, causing you to moan and grab onto his thighs.

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna cum down your throat! And you will drink. Every. Drop.” He enunciates as he thrusts into your throat. 

You cry out (muffled) as you feel the warm liquid hit the back of your throat. He pulls his dick out of your mouth and pulls you up to softly kiss you. He gives you slow pecks, tasting himself on his tongue and pulls down your shorts. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him as he brings you to sit on his thighs.

“I just want to feel you for a little.” He places his once soft dick, now already hard, into your pussy.

You dig your nails into his shoulders from the intrusion. He sinks you down all the way and you whimper. Once he’s fully in, you are trying to control your breath and he doesn’t move. He has every intention of leaving you to cockwarm him. He runs his hands up and down your back, making you shiver. The shivering has his dick move up into you a little bit and you moan.

The sound of your moan, his demon nails come out and dig into your hips. Without warning, he pulls up and slams you down on his dick. 

You cry out, "Mystery!”

He thrusts up into you and pulls your hair.

“I was gonna have you be a good girl and let you cockwarm me for a little but you couldn’t help it. Could you?” He asks.

You moan, "It’s not my fault.”

“Hmm. We will see about that.” He smirks and rubs your clit.

“Mystery!” You moan.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Clench on me just like that!” He keeps pounding into you. 

All you can focus on is how good his dick feels thrusting up into you and how your pussy is tightening that you know you aren’t going to last.

“Mystery! I’m gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Yes! Cum!” He moans and you follow his command. He thrusts a few more times, unable to fight the tightening of your walls and fills you up.

“Jesus!” You exhale as you come down from your high. 

He kisses your cheek, "You should probably shower with all the cum in you.”

You glare at him, "I wonder who’s fault that is.”

He kisses you again and untangles himself from you. You leave his room, entering yours and jumping straight into the shower. Who knew that this would be your life? Orgasming twice in one day by different boys. You need a raise.

The water is warm and relaxes your muscles. You sigh into the shower with your eyes closed, facing the water and feel a cool breeze behind you. You think maybe you left a window open and turned around to see Abby.

“Abby! What the hell!” You exclaim.

He smiles all goofy,”Hi!”

“Hello! Why are you in my shower?” You stare at him.

He smirks, "I want a turn.”

You gape at him. Next thing you know he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around your waist and placing you against the tile while kissing you. He kisses like he is devouring your soul. His tongue suffocates you in a good way. You gasp at every pass his tongue makes and he trails down to your neck and to your boobs. He sucks on them one at a time, leaving hickies and leaving you gasping. He brushes one finger against your opening and sees you are dripping for him.

He impales you on his dick and gives you no time to adjust. He sets a brutal pace that has your mind scrambling and making you only moan. He is in you so deep and he is very thick. It feels so good to be stretched out by him.

“I knew this is what you needed.” He brags as he sucks on your tits.

You’re so glad he has such upper body strength because your body is giving up on its own strength based on how he is pounding into your pissy.

“Abby! Right there!” You cry out as he hits your gspot.

“I know how to make my girl cum!” He moans, "And I need you to cum on my cock now.”

You open your eyes, "I can’t just from this.”

He laughs, "Oh yes you will!”

He keeps hitting your gspot over and over again, making you see stars and leaning your head back against the wall, cumming so hard.

“Ah! Abby!” You cry out as he continues to fuck you.

“Told you so! Now take my cum!” He pushes up into you one last time, shooting his seed in you.

You lean your head on his shoulder as he slowly moves his hips a few times and takes out his dick, placing you on the floor. You grip his arms as your legs feel like jelly.

“Look at you all wrecked.” He licks his lips.

“Don’t lick your lips. I know what you’re thinking, get out.” You protest.

He holds up his hands and slips out of the shower room.

You lean your head against the wall. You just wanted to take a shower but can’t deny how you loved his dick. You clean yourself up, only wearing a robe and go to your room. Even though it’s supposed to be a relaxing day you can’t help but send some emails, ensuring that the events the boys have to go to are booked. At some point your eyes close with your laptop still on your lap.

The next time you open your eyes, you wake yourself up with a moan, gripping the sheets as you feel a tongue moving in you. You lean up as you feel another wave of pleasure through you and look down to see Romance eating you out. You barely have time to cry out his name as you cum on his tongue. He drinks up every bit you can give him.

He crawls up your body and kisses you, "Hi.”

“Hi.” You whisper back and brush your hand over his bangs.

You look over to see your computer closed and on the floor. He brings your face to look at him as he kisses you softly. You sigh and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He caresses your body like you’re made of glass and massages your thighs. He licks your neck and your boobs before making his way back down to your wet center. He places one finger in you to stretch you out a bit.

“So wet for me.” He hums before placing his hands over your head and thrusting in you.

He goes slowly, making sure to savor every moment in you. There’s no urgency, just the feeling of being connected. 

“Oh, my love.” He whispers against your lips.

Your whimper and clench around his dick.

“You’re so good! My pretty girl!” He starts moving faster, chasing down our orgasms.

Your legs tighten around his waist and your nails scratch down his back. One particular thrust has your head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth wide open with all the moans falling out.

“Cum my love! Milk my cock!” He circles your clit.

“Oh fuck! Romance! Please don’t stop! Ah! Right there! Please! Ah Romance!” Your walls clench on his cock as you cum.

“Yes! Yes!” He cums in you, lazily thrusting as he rides out his high. 

You whimper as he slips out of you. He grabs some of your clothes from the drawer, dresses you and kisses you softly. You blink up at him as you whisper a small thank you. He leaves your room and you follow to grab some food from the kitchen. However, once again, you are pulled into another room. Jinu has you pressed up against his locked door and doesn’t give you a chance to react as he furiously kisses you. He bites your lip and is digging his hands into your hips. 

He releases your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe before he lifts you up and has your legs around his waist. He presses you against the door and grinds against you. You throw your head back as he bites your neck. 

“Jinu!” You cry. 

With one hand, he keeps you up and pushes his pants down before pushing yours down.

He positions his dick in front of your center, "No need to prepare. I know you still have his cum in you.”

He thrusts up into you and sets a relentless pace. Your body moves up and down the door from the force of his thrusts. From this position, your clit is rubbed against his pelvis each time causing your legs to tighten harder against him. You’re so sensitive that your orgasm builds fast and you are seeing stars. 

“Fuck!” He cums after your walls squeezed him so tight.

You thought he would be done but he puts you on the bed and has you on all fours. He gives you no time to adjust and thrusts into you. Set at the same pace as before. He pulls your hair and you grasp at the covers.

“Look at you. Taking my cock so well” He praises.

You moan and your eyes flutter close.

“Uh nuh. Eyes open pretty.” He demands.

You open your eyes and see a mirror in front of you. You can see (and feel) how hard he is pounding against you and how wrecked you are starting to look.

“I bet you only look this wrecked on my dick, isn’t that right?”

You moan instead of an answer.

He yanks your hair a bit more, "Answer.”

“Yes Jinu!” You cry.

“Good girl!” He lets go of your hair and rubs your clit.

You try to squirm away but he holds you close.

“Be good. You know you want to cum.” He coos.

You start drooling, "Ah! Jinu! AH! Ah! Right there! Don’t stop! MMHPM!”

“Fuck!!!!” He cums in you as you start coming.

Your legs are twitching as he fills you. He pumps in you a few times and rests on your back, kissing it a few times. He pulls out and carries you to his bathroom where he has a tub of water already prepared. He slips in with you and washes you. He turns you to face him and kisses you softly. You open your mouth for him and he brings you closer and starts pulling you on his dick.

“No more.” You whisper.

His eyes pout, "Please just one more. Just wanna feel you.”

Before you can protest he’s slipping in. You can feel how thick and long he is in this position. He’s definitely the biggest and thickest dick out of all the boys. He thrusts into you, grabbing onto your hips and you can only hold onto his arms. You just started but by the way you have been cumming all day you know you can only last a few more moments.

“Jinu! I can’t! It’s too much!” You cry out.

He thrusts up even faster, making all the water splash around.

“Please just one more! I need you to cum again! Need to feel you squeeze my dick! I need you to be full of my cum! Only mine! Say your mine!” He begs you.

You sob, ”Yours Jinu!”

The next few thrusts have you over the edge and you cum so hard you black out for a moment. You come to when he cums in you for the last time that night. You blink in and out of consciousness, needing a full day of recovery after the sex marathon. You barely stay awake while he washes you up and tucks you into bed. 

The next morning you wake up sore but fully satisfied. You get up and lock your door to continue your work. You hear knocks at the door but ignore them. The boys whine and beg you to let them in. You know they could just come in with their powers, however, they respect that your door is locked. After a few hours, you venture into the kitchen to eat and see the boys in the living room.

You point a water bottle at all of them, "Listen. I’m human. I don’t have as much stamina as you guys. So please keep your dicks away from me for the next few days.”

The boys all pout and groan except for one member who doesn’t like the tone you took. 

As you walk back to the kitchen, a pair of arms wrapped around you and kisses your neck. You place your water bottle on the table and lean into the arms. While you are getting neck kisses, the person is grinding their dick into your ass. You whimper and turn in their arms.

“No more Jinu.” You say.

He responds with furious kisses and pulls your shorts down. He pushes you onto the table and has one of your legs up while he devours your pussy. His tongue moves in you like he’s trying to take your soul out from your pussy. You cry, grabbing his hair and leaning your head back on the table. While your eyes are closed from the pleasure, he pushes down his pants and pounds into you.

“Jinu!” You cry out.

His hips slap into yours hard and the whole table is shaking.

“I seem to recall you cumming a lot yesterday. Right?” He pants.

“Yes! Jinu!” You grip his arms.

“And now you say no more? That’s not your choice baby. I didn’t hear a thank you from all those times you came, did I?” He questions you. His nails and teeth turning sharp, the nails nip your hips leaving you with small scratches as he bites down on your neck.

You didn’t think you could moan any louder. It’s so hard to focus when he keeps hitting your gspot and touching your clit.

“You’re right Jinu!” You moan.

“You gonna tell me thank you?” He demands.

“Uh! UH! Yes! Ah! Thank you Jinu!” You wail.

“Good girl. Learning her manners. Cum for me again!” He summons a vibrator and places it on your clit.

The vibration makes you cum instantly and you see white. Your walls squeeze his dick so hard he has no choice but to cum in you. He slows down and stares at how delicious you look. You blink slowly and next time you open your eyes the boys are all surrounding you with their fully erect dicks out.

“You thought you were done? Well I’m going to keep fucking you as the boys take their turns having you suck their dick.” Jinu kisses your lips for reassurance.

It looks like the Saja boys will be taking another week to “rest”.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯! 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

He’s been stealing your panties since the week he met you. Collecting them in different pretty colors and fabrics. Using them to jerk off every night with the groan of your name. Stuffing them under his nose or using them to stroke his cock, either way had him cumming to the thought of you all the same.

He takes your stuff and holds them over your head. Watching your tits bounce as you whined and struggled to reach. Smirking widely as he teased, “if you want it back so bad then kiss me.” Blood rushing to his cock when you actually get on your tip toes to kiss him shortly, forcing your lips to stay on his when you try to pull away.

Who pretends to be asleep until he hears your soft moans at one in the morning. Quietly cracking open your door to watch you touch yourself, his hard cock already in hand as you moaned and mewled so fucking prettily. Stroking at the pace of your desperately working fingers till you two orgasm at the same time.

Who ‘accidentally’ sends you a video of him lazily jerking off on his bed, his lip in between his teeth and his other hand behind his head as he looks directly into the camera. The message coming through followed by a small “oops, sorry sweetheart, wrong person”

Who starts getting bolder and bolder even after you suspect him of being the reason for your missing underwear. Leaving slight yet noticeable touches to your ass and boobs whenever he had the chance. Always laughing it off and joking about how soft you were and about how perfectly your tits fit in his hand.

Who calls you up to his room when he’s about to cum, his lips parting in heavy breaths as you walked in clad in your short pajama set. Your eyes widening as he fisted his length, eyes meeting yours with a loud groan as he spilled onto his hand. “Shit, can you grab me that box of tissue?” Letting out heavy breaths with a dark grin.

Who starts walking around the house with nothing but low hanging sweats to get you flustered. Brushing up against you or wrapping his toned arms around your body. His rock like abs against your back as he whispered into your ear. “Well these shorts are shorter than usual.” Loving the way your face heated up for him.

Who starts to make you sit in his lap for everything. Saying that you weren’t allowed to watch tv unless you did it from his lap. Or that you couldn’t seat at the table to eat breakfast unless it was again, on his lap.

Who suddenly wants to spend all his time with you so that you couldn’t go out as often. He wanted you, and would make you his at some point.

Who finally sinks his cock into your tight pussy after teasing you subtly all day. “Waited so long for this.” He grunted, his thumb running over your bottom lip which was swollen from all his rough kissing. “Feels even better than i expected.”

You cried out loudly, small whimpers falling past your parted lips as his hold on your legs tightened. Holding them in place over his shoulders as he fucked into you harshly. Thick cot brushing against your g spot as it hammered deep.

“That’s it, just take it baby. Please mama? Take it f’me yeah?” He breathed, his head in your neck as he licked and sucked dark marks onto your skin. Snapping his hips into yours in oute need, not being able to get enough of the moment that he dreamed for so long about.

“Does that feel good baby?” Watching as you nodded with a teary cry, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off his sheets.

“Look at me.” he groaned, your eyes peeling open to meet his as you both filled the room with your noises. “Wanna fill you up so bad, pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

“S-satoruu— nngh,”

“Oh fuck baby, let me hear my name again.” He breathed, hand snaking lightly around your neck. Your choked moans and babbles getting louder as your stomach tightened. Gojo never slowing his pace as he fucked you dumb.

“Haah, Sat-oruu, ahh,” you mewled, your pussy tightening as your body began to tremble. Gripping onto the sheets at your side at the orgasmic build up.

“Can feel you getting close, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo grunted, lewd squelching sounds filling your ears each time his cock bullied its way deep. “I’ve got you baby, cum f’me.” His hand squeezed down on your throat, your wet eyes meeting piercing blue ones with a chant of his name. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy messily thanked his cock.

“O-oh fuck- ‘m never letting you go you know that? Wanted you for way too long.” His eyes fixed on yours as you shook your head.

You felt so good, and he found him self unable to come to a stop even as he got close.

“S-satoru—”

“C-can’t baby, feels so good, shit— gotta cum in you.” Pressing his lips onto yours to muffle your whines as he gave his final sloppy thrusts. His hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep inside you with a moan. His eyes rolling back as he spilled into you, pumping ropes after ropes of the sticky substance onto your walls.

Gojo pulled away with a satisfied breath, swiping his tongue across his lips with an unapologetic smile at the look on your face. “Sorry princess.”

[thephantomsdream]

"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll have to ask you what are we?" Imagine being the witness of a serious crime, but the team thought you were involved somehow and needed to rule you out. Cue to big, scary, mysterious, masked Ghost trying to intimidate you by existing near you.

Soap snorts and pats Ghost on the back, which earns a glare from him, all after the man blinked confused. He had pretty eyes. Gaz moves to a corner to smile way too much, and Price sighs loudly.

After a few more minutes of explaining that you were just on your way to your shitty job and that they needed to wrap this up before you are to inevitably getting fired, Ghost still looks straight into your soul, now with more intensity somehow.

At this point, you grit your teeth. You might legit not have a job after this, since you're already half an hour late, and this (weirdly cute) fucker is trying to read your thoughts.

"Oh, you're really into me, aren't you?" He blinks seemingly uninterested and you raise a brow at him, starting a staring contest until Price (as he previously introduced himself) got in between you two.

"I don't think you understand the situation that you're in." It took all of your will to not groan like a child and roll your eyes at him.

Cue to another round of you doubling down and explaining that you're extremely lame but a good person, all while Gaz still looks you up.

"She might be telling the truth, boss." He whispered to Price in the corner of the abandoned shop they broke onto to have some privacy. The man has been trying to confirm your identity all this time, meanwhile you looked up at your number one fan to say "I told you so" and gave him an exasperated sigh when you already caught him intensely staring into your eyes.

"Seriously..." You mutter and you almost believe seeing a crinkle of amusement in his eyes. Your eyes almost twitched. "I pronounce us husband and wife." You say, rolling your eyes at him. Yeah, take that, fuck-face. You childishly thought, absolutely thriving at his slow, surprised blink. Soap cackled and tried to hide it with a cough.

Long story (not) short, you were indeed let go after Gaz confirmed you're broke, lame and basic. No secret villain or anything. After they kinda apologized, Price basically tried to gaslight you into thinking everything is fine then tried to dip his toes into mansplaining the importance of greater things beyond you, he nodded to himself and patted you on the back before barking an order to his soldiers to move. Pretty brown eyes stayed glued onto your soul until you were pretty much skipping away out of sight, rushing to your job incredibly annoyed.

You couldn't really explain your absence to your boss and he didn't care much either, he told you to get to work.

Surprise, surprise, though, because at the end of your shift, he sugarly informed you that you're fired. He gave you the pay he owed you and there you were. Jobless. And probably homeless in a month's time.

A week later and some intense job hunting done, you're at your wit's end, truly. Job market is shit and nobody is looking to hire. As you enter your ratty apartment, you sigh and almost want to cry in frustration. You've been cursing the terrorists, soldiers and any motherfucker involved in last week's incident, entering your kitchen to grab a drink and eat some air since you needed to save money, when you froze in place.

In the middle of your tiny living room stood a massive dark frame, the outside lights shining through the balcony door behind him made the man unrecognizable. You were getting robbed. You just caught a dude right in the middle of robbing you. As if it was the cherry on top, every frustration you felt erupted out of you, and while you were still terrified by the massive frame, you growled a "Get the fuck out of my house."

A deep chuckle was your only response and you felt dread.

"You got spunk. And a shit survival instinct." He stepped closer. You stepped back immediately, calculating your route to the door, hoping he wouldn't be able to catch you. Denial. You knew. But you froze again in surprise. You knew that mask.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" It came more of a whisper, thinking you'd never meet those people again. Even standing up in front of him, he's massive. Maybe he came back for those dumbass comments you made. Oh, this is revenge, isn't it? He's built, he can legit destroy you with a punch. Oh, God, you're fucking dead. They still think you're a terrorist or some shit and he's here to destroy you out of existence.

Your mind rambled until he moved, and when he did, you tensed, mind blank. The man, the Ghost took a couple of steps towards you and placed his large hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close. Oh, you're gonna fucking die for sure. He leaned down to your eye level, making you stare into his dark eyes as he studied you.

"Came back to take care of my wife." He said. It was your turn to slowly blink at him. What?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human

In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around. 

“So you’re the inheritor…(Y/n)? (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.”

“..Right….but the owner of the original property was a hybrid…you are not.”

“Not that it matters. But my grandfather’s partner was a Wolf hybrid…They both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.”

“I..see.”

It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately it’s specism and the townsfolk aren’t all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what they’ve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question. 

“Can I get these bags of mulch in bulk?”

“...so what are ya talkin’ to me for? Just grab ‘em.”

“Your sign says to ‘ask for more at the front desk.’”

“...Fine dirt monkey. How much?”

It doesn’t bother you…sometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldn’t want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesn’t stop until the one fateful day…you’re lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying. 

“Waaaaa!”

It sounds like a child…which isn’t unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they don’t want to talk to you but that’s fine.

“Waaaa!”

It sounds pretty intense but you’re sure it’ll stop soon. 

“Waaaaa! Somebody help, please!”

Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighbor’s property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out. 

“I heard you crying what’s wrong?”

The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.

“Mama fell ‘ver and she won’t wake up!”

You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whatever’s in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom. 

Once you’ve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that she’s suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy who’s started to calm down now.

“That was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.”

“Big brother always said I gotta since I’m too tiny to do much myself.”

“Well, I thought you were very helpful and you don’t seem that tiny to me.”

“Thanks!” 

“No problem! My name’s (Y/n).”

“And my name’s Titan! By the way (Y/n) I’m real hungry!”

That’s how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titan’s mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in. 

“More! More!”

“Okay Titan just a little bit more but you can’t eat it all we’ve got to save some.”

“Whyyyy!?”

“Because your mom hasn’t eaten yet and I’m sure your brother will want some when he gets home–”

“But he’s never aroun’ we’ll be waiting forever for him to come!”

Creak.

“Titan who is this?”

The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titan’s help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that you’re not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titan–who’s far too chipper for a pup ready for bed. 

“Hey uh, wanted to apolog’ze for earlier”

“For what?!”

“Fer how I acted when you’re just helpin’ out.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m just happy no one’s hurt.”

“I’m also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.”

As you continue to chat with the young dog man–Tank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if it’s in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow. 

“A-a-are you sure you don’t want to stay in a bed? I feel like it’s the least we could do.”

“No worries Tank, I’m going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I don’t have the heart to move Titan now.”

“Fair I guess. Hopefully, I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah if I’m not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.”

His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, anytime!”

With another ‘thank you’ he’s off to bed. It isn’t until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.

“Oh thank you thank you I don’t know what I would have done without you!”

Where you’ll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didn’t need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home. 

“You promise?”

“Yes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime you’d like.”

“Just not now?”

“Yes, not now so please get some rest!”

Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent. 

“Wake Up! Wake Up! Let’s play!”

“Egh Titan how did you get in here?”

“Through your doggy door!”

“But I don’t have one!”

“Now you do!”

Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors they’re the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent. 

“Oh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!”

“What a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!”

“So we figured why not now!”

“In fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!”

“I mean I guess-?”

“Wonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen I’m going to make this dinner the best yet!”

“Yes’m!” “Yes’m

The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in they’ve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldn’t deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, they’d be foolish not to return the affection. 

“(Y/n) if you’d like me to cut the grass, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.”

His tail droops at that. “Ah I see.”

“But you won’t tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.”

“You just chewed a hole in my door and I’m not saying you can’t stop by Tank I just don’t want it to be because you’re doing more work.”

His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. “I don’t mind if it’s for you!”

With your canine hybrid neighbors so close it’s hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashier’s being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ‘nice chat’ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.

“Back off my human!”

After any confrontation, you’ll ask your questions. Head on or round about they’ll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if they’re proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.

“We just want to protect you! You are only human after all!”

Part 2: It's Here!

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. heavy torture. stress incontinence (brief). hurt/no comfort.

× framed traitor f!reader x lt ghost. poly tf141.

Part 2

It's calm.

The sea breeze brushes against your cheeks, your skin warm under the sun, and your toes squirming in the sand. You've been begging your parents to take you to the beach for months since middle school started, and now you're here.

Family. Your cousins, your siblings, your aunties and uncles. Nothing can ruin it! It's perfect.

A bucket of sea water hits you from the back, making you gasp. In an instant, you're up. "You guys are dead!" you scream, laughing as you chase after them.

It's so, so nice.

Then, a weird smell makes you pause as you're chasing your favorite older cousin, knee deep in the ocean.

It brings you back to when you were a toddler, picking up one of your grandfather's old rags, forgotten in a corner. It'd seen too many raining days, all crumpled up. It was sour. Foul.

Almost like poison.

But why did you remember such thing right now?

Your cousin's dark eyes glint, but you can't focus. No, you can't move as she gently makes you lay down in the water, claiming it's a game, and sits on top of you, the sea water filling your lungs.

You scream and fight, your little strength leaving you, until you're finally breaking through the surface.

Another splash of salty water, much colder, wakes you up with a gasp.

"Up" Price's voice says.

You bite back a whimper of pain when Soap roughly grips your hair and drags you up along with the chair from the floor, since Price kicked you the night before. Soap doesn't look at you even once.

"Since you won't open your mouth, let's continue" the captain hums, looking mildly entertained.

"Price, I genuinely don't know anything. I'm not a traitor. You have to believe me, please—"

Smack.

"Save it. It all points to you, so you either speak now, or we start having fun".

Everything hurts, it's all fuzzy and every single inch of your body is burning, yet you still look up at Price, then at Soap. Again, he won't even look at you.

"Where's Simon?" you mumble, trembling. There's silence, but you don't let it stretch. "Please, I really have nothing to do with any of this. Be reasonable. There's nothing in it for me. Why would I sell us out?!"

The door springs open, and your head snaps up. Your world crumbles down as Simon comes in with a little box.

The tools.

At once, you reach another level of panic.

Pure, unadulterated dread.

"Stop! No. No, please. I'm innocent. Simon. Please, stop this!" you wail loudly, your hands clenching hard on the armrests of the chair, uselessly trying to keep them from getting to your fingers.

It doesn't matter how hard you cry out for them to listen. It doesn't matter how badly you fight, leaning forward to push your head against Simon's chest, pleading with him.

There's no coming back from this.

Please. I love you. Please.

When the first nail is ripped off from your fingertip, the intensity of your screams makes Price look away for the first time.

It takes three fingernails and a handful of questions you can't focus on for Soap to turn away from you.

Five.

Away.

Please.

Eight.

It all feels so far away.

Distantly, you feel warmth, right on the chair. For a happy moment you melt into it, too tired to think much of it. Simon's eye twitches at the sight, the white in his eyes bloodshot, and he has to physically stop himself from saying anything.

"I want to die" you croak out, your chin pressed to your chest.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, in your raw fingertips. Your voice doesn't feel yours anymore.

"No. Give me their names".

"I don't know, goddammit!" you scream, your face contorted with pain and anger. So much anger. "Fuck you! I don't know shit. I'm sick and tired of this. I didn't do anything!"

It doesn't matter when Simon rips off another fingernail.

Nine.

It doesn't matter when Soap presses the same disgusting rag against your face, the cold salty water filling your lungs again.

You don't fight.

What for? They want information you can't provide. And you're angry.

Ten.

"I'm breaking up with you" you say, your voice firm, despite the intense shaking in your body.

The pain must have cleared your mind because you just look straight forward, not meeting Ghost's eyes as you speak.

You don't want to look at him.

"I don't want your regret" you continue, your heart slowing down. There's an old bloody spot on the door. You focus on it. "The three of you are dead to me when this is all over".

"Enough chatting. Go on!" Price snaps. You don't hear the trembling in his voice.

The salty water just keeps on coming.

Maybe you hear it. You don't care.

You're not sure for long it goes. Half of your toes are throbbing by the time Price storms out of the room, Soap and Ghost gathering their things to leave.

There are deep cuts in the arch of your feet, several of your toenails scattered on the floor, and the foul smell of urine and blood. Your throat is sore and raw from screaming, and sobbing.

You must've passed out, because you wake up to Ghost's hands untying you quickly, words of apology leaving his lips, curses and promises. You can hear Soap rushing in, the two of them arguing and then running.

Gasps and curses are heard all around the base as Ghost takes you to the medics, demanding them to tend to you now.

It's an order.

Masterlist | Part 3

buy me a coffee

[blueicequeen19]

Crash Out

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, angry JJ, orgasm denial, edging

“You can’t be here!” You hiss, pushing at his chest and urging him toward the door but JJ doesn’t budge. He’s slick with sweat while panting to catch his breath. That’s when you notice the bat hanging at his side and the sound of sirens drawing closer.

“What did you do?” You demand, eyes hard as you stare back at him. The fire in his eyes seems to morph into something else as he takes in your sleep attire.

“Fair is fair.” JJ rasps, his voice gruff like he’s been yelling.

“What does that mean?”

“They took what’s ours.” JJ’s jaw clenches as he takes a step forward, the bat still in his hand.

“Who did?” You step back as he advances. Your back meets the wall in the hallway and his chest brushes against yours. Your nipples harden against his chest and his eyes are glued down your cami.

“You and your Kooks.” JJ growls, causing you to flinch when he suddenly drops the bat, making it clatter on the hardwood floor.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Your daddy is the mayor. You had to know what they’ve been planning. Another fucking club? Don’t you people have enough? Why do you have to take from us too?” JJ’s hands slam against the wall on either side of you, caging you in as he presses harder against you. He was hard. So hard that you could feel every ridge through his jeans against your stomach.

“JJ—.”

“Turn around.” JJ snarls, not giving you a moment before he spins you around. Your cheek meets the wall, your body buzzing as he presses his erection against your ass. You knew what this was, what he needed. So you pressed back, grinding your ass against him in a silent plea.

“Don’t make this more than it is.” JJ rasps, yanking your sleep shorts and panties down in one go. The cold air hits between your legs, making you shudder against the wall. His warm, callused hands find your ass, caressing the flesh before landing a sharp smack. You gasp, attempting to pull away but he yanks you back, slapping your ass again.

“JJ—.”

“Shut up.” You attempt to turn around but he holds you in place, dipping a hand between your legs and stroking your slit. “I don’t want to see your face.” A thick finger enters you forcing you up on your toes with a loud groan.

“So fucking wet so me. I wonder what your daddy would think.” You open your mouth to argue but he adds another finger, making you lose the ability to think or speak. JJ fingers you hard, the sloppy sound of your wetness echoing in the dark hallway. Just when you’re close, he stops, quickly replacing his fingers with something much thicker.

“JJ..”

“This is for me, not you.” JJ growls in your ear, yanking back on your hair as he sinks in balls deep in one go. You whimper loudly, his cock so deep that it hurt. He shoves your legs farther apart before he starts to fuck you. It’s hard and it’s fast. Your moans echo down the hall as JJ pants in your ear. His cock was so deep and hard that you could feel him wherever while you tried to meet every thrust.

Suddenly, he was pulling out and shoving you onto your hands and knees on the rug. You look back over your shoulder, savoring the way his eyes start to roll back as he enters you again from behind. You notice he’s ditched his jacket and t-shirt at some point, leaving him in just his low hanging jeans. Then he’s quickly shoving your face down against the rug as he starts to move.

You bite your lip to keep from crying out, his movements so rough and hard, the new position even deeper than before. Your knees scrape against the rug and his hands leave a bruising grip on your body. It’s too much. Your hand flies back to push at his thigh for some sort of break but he simply uses the opportunity to pin your arms behind your back. Your nails scrape against his abs, making him hiss as he fucks you harder.

“JJ.. I’m gonna cum.” Your body tightens, legs shaking uncontrollably as you near your peak.

“Don’t you dare.” His punishing pace slows, causing you to cry out in frustration as you claw at his abdonmen and move your hips back against him, desperate for friction. His hands release yours to grip your hips to halt your movements as a mocking laugh leaves him.

“I bet your daddy would lose his mind over his pretty little daughter desperate and wet for Pogue dick.” You angrily move to sit up but he shoves you back down, thrusting in hard, just once. Your body trembles and your pussy pulses, seeking the pleasure he’s denying.

“Fuck me or get out, Pogue.” You bite out, reaching between your legs to stroke your clit. Your walls clench around his dick, making him groan, deep and sexy.

“You’re not in charge, slut. So shut up and take what I give you.” JJ’s strokes turn punishing, so hard and fast that you can’t catch your breath and tears fill your eyes from the intensity of it. You were on the verge of something explosive. The two of you didn’t go beyond sex but something about you craved his darkness and the way he took it out on your body. He never failed to leave you spent in a puddle of your mixed releases before letting the door slam shut behind him.

“JJ—I—I—.” Your words trail off, toes starting to curl as your eyes begin to roll back in your head. But the promise of pleasure is ripped away when he stops abruptly to shove you on your back. You’re too caught off guard to do anything but watch and blink up at him as he strokes his cock almost angrily, grunting with each rough tug until he erupts, painting your chest and part of your face in his cum. Your tongue darts out, tasting what landed on your lips as he releases one last, panty dropping groan and the last drop of cum falls from the swollen tip. JJ’s eyes lock on yours as he tucks himself away and stands, leaving you in a mess on the floor. You sit up, watching him tug his shirt on and wiping the sweat from his brow on the nearby curtains.

“I didn’t know about any of it.” You finally say, feeling his warm cum start to slide down your chest. JJ shakes his head as he throws the back door open without another backwards glance.

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

Then the door slams shut behind him.

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (keigo does talk ab making you a mommy tho, and you refer to yourself as his girlfriend once), reader is a civilian, this is pre-war, reader and keigo are dating, no lube no protection (all night all day), baby trapping lowk????, idk he nonconsensually cums in you and then proposes (you accept tho), creampies, cockwarming, kinda lazy ending?? idgaf GENRE: smut SUMMARY: it’s the start of mating season and keigo had just saved a mother and her child at work today, so it’s only natural for him to come home with the overwhelming need to knock you up. WORD COUNT: 2.6K 🦊’s A/N: keigo they could Never make me hate you…. anyway hope yall enjoy this fr

     not only was today the first day of his rut, meaning his last day of hero work until the spring was over, but he had also gone out of his way to save a mother and her crying child while off-duty. he’d been heading home after an eventful and tiring patrol when he ran into them being threatened by a petty mugger—nothing he couldn’t handle, especially after the day he’d had, but he can imagine having a gun pointed to your face must be scary to an untrained civilian. now, he was brimming over with emotions, barely keeping his cool as he walks through the threshold of your shared home, slamming the door loudly behind him, wings all puffed up and ruffled.

     “keigo? honey, what’s wron—” you’re suddenly cut off by a small flurry of his feathers sweeping you off your feet and carrying you from the kitchen towards where he stood in the living room, in the process of stepping out of his boots and shrugging his jacket off. you’re immediately taken aback by his serious demeanor and you open your mouth to say something, except that no words come out. what should you say?

     “how was your day..?” you ask tentatively after a brief moment of silence. 

     rather than verbally answering you, he lets out a long, drawn out sigh and shakes his head — a response you’re unfamiliar with. usually, he isn’t afraid to yap for at least fifteen minutes about how his day went, what happened, and sometimes even the people or fellow pros he talked to! so for him to remain silent…. well, it’s safe to say you’re starting to get worried. 

     had you done something wrong? was today exceptionally challenging? your heart rate increases as your anxious thoughts swirl around in your foggy mind, and you don’t know where to go from here.

     keigo knew what to do, though; he knew exactly how to relieve this stress.

     taking a step in your direction, he narrows his eyes, intense, predatory gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, he’s leaning in for a kiss as he backs you up against the nearest wall. 

     the way he kisses you is controlled and barely put together, and you can tell he’s on edge, like he’s about to snap, so you say what you think he needs to hear.

     “you can rough me up a bit, kei, i promise i won’t break.”

     his eyes fly open at your words before narrowing as he nods before leaning back in with much more passion and any restraint right out the window. but he himself has said it before, he’s awful—he has no self-control; something that rang especially true when it came to you. 

     he’s spent whole evenings with his head buried between your thighs, eating you out until you’re crying and begging him to stop, saying it hurts, it hurts!, to which he always asks you for just one more. “one more” never meant one more, of course—keigo was greedy in this sense. he could never seem to get enough of you, always wanting more, more, more. if he could, he’d devour you whole, make you his entirely, and—that’s exactly what he was going to do tonight. he had been planning to propose for a while now, anyway. he had a ring and everything! he’d.. just been working up the courage to ask. so, then what better way than by deciding to knock you up on a whim. 

     well, …was it really a whim if he had fantasized about it before? the two of you had been dating since the summer of last year, meaning you haven’t seen him during his ruts yet, and, while he’s mentioned it briefly in the past, he didn’t actually expect to last this long with you so he never divulged the details of it—not because he wasn’t in love with you, but because he gave up on the dating scene because he’s always the one being dumped for being so. so. !!!! outwardly nonchalant about most things! or being married to his work, whatever they meant by that; he only worked so hard so he could have a future to relax in! no one ever seemed to understand that…. until he met you.

     something just clicked between the two of you upon your first meeting—you were probably the most interesting person hawks had ever saved, be it your quirk, your personality and mannerisms, or even something as simple as a remark you had made in the five something minutes it took to save you; he found himself unable to get you out of his head for days afterwards, eventually causing him to seek you out to ask a bewildered you on a date—just one, he had originally said.  

     you said yes immediately for a multitude of reasons—he was fine as fuck, he’d literally saved your life the other day, not to mention he was witty, and spoke his mind, too—something keigo hadn’t been expecting. he knew all of the above things, and yet, found himself somewhat nervous as he handed you a bouquet of pale red carnations, red camellias, and baby’s breath. he’d stayed up all night researching flower language and symbolism, deciding on the perfect ones to give to you, as he knew it was rude to show up to somebody’s house empty-handed, and, also, because… he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. there was something so magnetic between the two of you….

     but that’s enough reminiscing—he needs to be in the present moment, needs to focus on fucking you so good you go braindead on his dick, focus on cumming so deep in you, there’s no way you couldn’t not be pregnant with his child. keigo understood that having children as the number two pro hero would be no easy feat, but he thinks with you by his side, he can do anything. 

     sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips, one gloved hand comes up to squish your cheeks enough to force your lips to part for him and he easily slips the wet muscle into your mouth, taking his time sliding it along the insides of your cheeks, the grooves of your teeth, and the roof of your mouth, carefully exploring every inch and committing it to memory (as if he hadn’t already). 

     meanwhile, his other hand settles on your hip, massaging it lightly for a moment before his grip quickly tightens and he’s coaxing your tongue out of your mouth and into his as he begins to suck on it.

     “mmh,” you hum pleasantly, starting to drool as you let keigo decide how to use you in order to relieve his stress. 

     “missed ya t’day, dove,” he murmurs against your lips before nipping at your tongue and you feel your heart flutter. what had gotten into him? you weren’t necessarily complaining, but you still felt a little worried about him if you were being totally honest.

     keigo, sensing your unease, slowly pulls away from the kiss to ask if something was wrong, just for you to deflect the question back onto him. 

     “‘m fine, it was just a long day is all,” he tells you in earnest, leaving out the part about the beginning of his rut. “need’a feel you s’bad, though,” he breathes out, moving to kiss you again; tilting his head, he slots his lips back over yours, and it feels like he’s going to eat you alive. and, truthfully, he just might.

     before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, and carrying you into the bedroom where he’s pinning you to the mattress, wings spread wide for you to admire as you look up at him. you’re sure his words held a bit of truth to them, but he was behaving a little oddly for reasons you couldn’t put together yet. 

     him being a horny little shit wasn’t the unusual bit, but rather, his upbeat demeanor was nowhere to be found—even if it was an act almost all the time, it still felt weird to see him so serious looking.

     “kei…”

     “shh, stop worrying, sweets,” he shushes you, leaning in for another hungry kiss. you oblige him of course, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to meet his as you close your eyes

     his large wings create an almost dome around the two of you, shutting out the world, only leaving room for the two of you, and not another soul. 

     perhaps it would be best to sit back, relax, and let your boyfriend play with you… so that’s exactly what you do, settling fully onto the soft bed and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer—something that had him smirking against your soft lips. 

     it’s not long before you’re both naked, having grown too hot for the unnecessary layers separating your bare bodies, and soon, you suddenly have a pillow tucked under your hips, keeping them at an angle—something that confuses you.

     “keigo?”

     “just relax, dove.”

     he leans in closer, bringing his lips to yours as his one hand grasps at your hip, blunt nails (that he has to trim daily, mind you, lest they grow into talons) digging into the tender flesh there while his other grabs at his leaky cock, tapping it against your clit a couple times before lining it up with your slit and slowly pushing in, doing his best to show restraint and not bottom out in one fluid motion. you both groan at the feeling, the stretch so deep you almost feel nauseous.

     bringing two fingers down to your pulsing clit, he rubs semi-rough circles against the little bud, trying his hardest not to overwhelm you, but needing to hurry up and get you off so he can stuff you full of his cum.

     “mmmh,” you moan quietly as he focuses on working you up to your first orgasm out of many for the long night he had planned for you.

     it’s not long before you’re cumming with a cry and suddenly, keigo’s got his dick lined up with your slick little hole, easing himself in as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to whimper. 

     “fuuuck, you’re so tight, sweets,” he groans, rocking his hips into your, unkempt pubes brushing against your neatly trimmed ones. 

     your hands come up to wrap around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, before you’re tugging at his wings, and you feel his dick twitch inside you.

     “don’t,” is all he’s able to get out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, where he begins sucking and biting at the skin there. 

     “why not?” you grin like an idiot, already knowing the answer. you knew damn well just how sensitive keigo’s wings were—already having had this discussion when you first started having sex and you went to grab at them for the first time.

     “don’t ask stupid questions when you know the answer, dove,” he warns.

     you, ever the brat, decide to start stroking on his wings, and you feel his hips stutter and teeth sink into the column of your throat. 

     “nngh–!” you whine, tugging on the bright red feathers. keigo moans loudly at this, and quickly grabs the backs of your thighs to fold you in half and start fuckin’ pounding into you—his thrusts are fast and sloppy, and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin turns you on even more, pussy drooling around his dick.

     it doesn’t take long before keigo’s cumming deep inside you without warning, something that has your eyes flying open. 

     “k–keigo–! y– you just— you..!” the words aren’t there as panic begins to settle in. something you had both agreed on before you started fucking was that even if you did it raw, he had to pull out—kids were a big no for the both of you.

     but here was your boyfriend, fucking you throughout his orgasm and working his way up to a second as he looks down at you with a gaze so intense, you feel small beneath him. 

     tugging at his wings again, you cry out his name as he fucks his cum into you, just for him to ignore your pathetic mewls and pleas.

     “k– kei—!”

     “gonna knock y’up so good—g’nna— fuck— g’nna make you a mommy—”

     your face flushes deeply at his words—is this what had gotten into him? the urge to breed you? knock you up?

     “f–fuck!” you pull at his wings, rolling your hips upwards as best you can as he desperately ruts into you. this triggers keigo’s second orgasm, his pelvis pressing flush against yours as he cums hard. 

     “nngh—! hnnmg—fuck,” keigo moans as his hips still while he spills another load deep within you. “shit— y’feel so fuckin’ good, baby—” 

     this continues for what seems like ever, but in reality is maybe fifteen minutes of your boyfriend fucking into you until he physically can’t cum anymore, until tears are running down his cheeks from how overstimulated he is, and he’s collapsing on top of you with a tired sigh.

     “k–keigo— we— we can’t—” can’t what? “‘m gonna get pregnant— y’gotta let me get up,” you try to say, shoving at his chest; but it was no use, he was dead weight. 

     “good,” he says breathlessly, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

     “n–no! not good! i— we’re only dating! what would the media think if they found out the number two pro hero went and knocked his girlfriend up?!” your concern is genuine, but also stems from selfish reasons. you’re sure the reporters would hound you the moment they caught a whiff of something fishy, and—

     “then marry me.” his words are so serious sounding that they immediately break you out of your own mind and your eyes go wide with shock and awe. had he seriously just. proposed?! while still being balls deep in you!? 

     “huh!?” you sound just as caught off guard as you look, and keigo cranes his neck up to look at you, expression the most serious you’d ever seen it. …okay, so he obviously wasn’t joking around, but, but–!

     “you heard me. …i’d been meaning to get you a ring for a little while now, but couldn’t find one i thought you might like, so…..” his cheeks are flushed and face sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead as he gazes at you so tenderly, your heart can’t help but feel full.

     “i— keigo, i…” he waits patiently as you fumble with your words. “yes,” finally falls from your lips, a grin tugging at the corners of them.

      unable to say anything else, you cup his cheeks with both hands and press kisses all over his handsome face before you slot your lips over his and lean in slowly, almost teasingly.

     keigo, ever impatient, leans in to close the gap, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head as his hips twitch and he pushes further into you, causing the disgusting amount of cum stuffed in your cunt to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and drip down to your puckered asshole. after that, it doesn’t take much longer for keigo to fuck you both to sleep.

     and that’s how you found yourself in the exact same position one year later, having put your first child to bed no less than an hour ago, with your now husband pinning you to your shared mattress, talking about how he wants a second kid—how beautiful you looked pregnant the first time, and how he’d love to see you like that again. so, he makes it happen. and then one more time after that.

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[yasministration]

the giant squid - harry potter

summary: harry and his friends find out you're afraid of the giant squid wc: 0.8k // pt ii concussions and interruptions au

The conversation between Harry and his friends is loud and boisterous, their energy undoubtedly a result of the shining sun. You don’t necessarily partake in the conversation, but it’s not because you don’t like the big group of gryffindors your boyfriend is part of. Harry’s arms are around you, and you’re enjoying yourself enough just being in his presence and listening to them. They’re funny, you notice.

Seamus interrupts Ron with a hand on his shoulder, mumbling “Mate, your fears have escalated from spiders to anything that moves! Hermione, how are you dating this man!?” Hermione laughs, rolling her eyes and adding on “Yeah, you should’ve seen how fast he ran away from me when I saw him after he missed our date for detention.”

Your laugh is genuine, and you only double down with laughter when Ron is interrupted over and over again as he attempts to defend himself.

“Right,” Neville starts, “So Ron’s top five fears are: spiders, his girlfriend, his mother, Snape and Ginny.”

“Might as well narrow it down to people in general and you’ve got three empty spots.” You joke with a loose shrug of your shoulders, and a wide grin forms on your face as the group around you laughs. Your boyfriend’s best friend looks at you with pure betrayal flooding his eyes. “Okay, Ron. Top five fears: spiders, people. Uhh, studying, people and spiders-ow!”

Seamus clutches his bicep, and Lavender is quick to wrap her arms around her boyfriend’s waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “At least Seamus can be comforted by his girlfriend.” Dean stage-whispers, and everyone laughs this time, even Ron.

“Alright, but what about Neville’s fears?” Ron asks, and everyone immediately comes to the shyer boy’s defense. There’s a clear favourite in the friend group. “What, so we’re going to pretend Neville wasn’t scared shitless of y/n for the first three months she and Harry dated?” Your eyebrows snap up in shock and you look towards Neville, who looks as though he’d rather be anywhere but under your scrutinising gaze.

“Looks like he still is!” Dean cries, an arm wrapping around Neville’s shoulders. “We sat next to each other for a year in Transfigurations!” You point out loudly, an offended expression on your face. Harry’s chest vibrates behind you, and Lavender leans across the empty circle to tell you “And you should have seen his face after every class. Like he’d seen a ghost.”

“Wow. I truly am hurt, Neville.”

“No, no I didn’t mean-”

“I’m only joking.” He deflates, letting out a relieved sigh that only makes his friends laugh harder. Seamus tugs his girlfriend closer to him, his eyes fixed on you. “Alright y/n.” You glance over at him, feeling oddly targeted. “We know everyone’s fears here but you. What’s your top five?”

Harry stiffens behind you, and he opens his mouth to change the topic of conversation, but your reply comes quick. “Oh, easy. Number one, the giant squid. Number two, giant squid. Three, uh, the giant squid.” Immediately, comments are thrown around as you continue listing the giant squid as your biggest fears. They look surprised at your mundane fear. It was expected for Ron to have a fear of spiders, but no one was that scared of the giant squid unless it tried to drown them.

Harry removes his arms from around you and moves to your side so he can look you in the eyes, an amused smile playing on his lips as he asks “Honey, you’re scared of the giant squid?”

“She’s so scary!” You insist, arms flailing around. “And she loves passing by the common room, which sucks so bad. I’m convinced she knows I’m scared of her — one time she even looked at me in the eye!” Dean slaps a hand over his chest, crying out “She!?” and Lavender questions “What do you mean look you in the eye!?”

You’re not sure if you like this sudden attention on you. You’re reminded in the moment that you’re the only Slytherin here. “Yeah, she. It’s kind of- I don’t know, we all refer to her as she.”

“We, as in the slytherins?” Hermione asks curiously, and you nod your head. “Yeah, and you can see her swimming by all the time in the rooms under the stairs.” Your voice gets quieter as you realise no one knows what you’re talking about. “I’m guessing you guys haven’t been to the common room.”

“No,” Lavender shakes her head, glancing across the circle to Hermione. “We were at that party with you the other night, remember?” She asks, and you nod, furrowing your eyebrows. “Oh yeah. I’m guessing the glass rooms were closed.”

“Glass rooms?” Echoes Neville, and you grin. “Yeah. It gets trippy when you’re drunk.”

Everyone goes silent for a long moment, and you scan the group, an idea popping into your head at the intrigued looks on their faces.

“Okay. Clear your Friday night, we have plans.”

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[boowritess]

part 1 hehe

notsobaddasssoldier!reader that is so incredibly under prepared for everything. and the 141 really do forget that you're actually still very green - very new to this life.

especially with things like interrogation.

for once, price is putting you on the sideline BUT you have to interogate the person they have captive for valuable information.

they'll give you whatever things you need in order to pry out any sort of information from the captive. they don't even second guess you asking for a guitar. they get one then they continue on with the mission while you interrogate the person.

their expectation may have been very high. they were betting on all the little fun bloody pain you could potentially do to the captive. seriously,

"knife, they're a knife person" *ghost*

"definitely not. fire. they're definitely using a blowtorch on em as we speak." *soap*

"sod of the both of ya - waterboarding. for sure." *gaz*

"choking." *price shrugs*

obviously, they were excited to come back and see who was right...

it really humbled them to see they were all wrong.

"please make them stop. i'll tell you whatever you want"

*captive yelling that can be barely heard over reader.*

"AHHHHHHHHHH *strum strum* AHHHHHH AHHHHHHH *strum strum* AHHHHHH-"

*reader who is loudly strumming the guitar out of tune, screaming in the captives' face over and over again.*

the guys don't know if they should be impressed or concerned. they were gone for nearly 5 hours.

5 hours you had been screaming in the captives' face 'playing' the guitar.

later on you get a lesson from ghost about what interrogations are supposed to be like - it ends with you vomiting and price patting your back and gaz holding a bucket to your mouth.

"what did you think was gonna happen when ghost showed ye what to do?" *soap*

"i don't know... go boo?" *scarred reader*

yeah... you're not allowed to do interrogations anymore or be involved in interrogations- you are also most definitely not allowed to talk to captives or guard them because -

"why're you doing this?" *captive*

"honest to god, i ain't got much goin' for me and i had hella stu-"

*reader's mouth suddenly gets covered, gaz looking at you like an idiot*

"hm? what is your little task force plan, huh? go on and blow the place?" *captive*

"well actually no. they plan too-" *your mouth gets covered just in time and you're getting dragged out the room by a very frustrated price*

you very much get ANOTHER lesson about what NOT TO DO when in the same room as a captive - it's pointless though because you're still not ever allowed in the same room alone with a captive.

HAHAHA

i can't stop thinking of reader who is watching a captive be interrogated for information by getting choked and reader just piping up like

"i don't think they can breathe..."

*ghost, long exhale, continues choking captive*

"that's the point, kid" *price*

"oh..."

*they continue choking the captive, waiting for them to crack-*

"if they can't breathe how are they going to talk-?"

"out." *ghost snaps pointing at the door.*

maybe they do give you a second shot at attempting to interrogate the captive. the 'correct' way this time, though. giving you ALL the necessary tools...

and you are ready, you're pumped. you can do it. you're not going to vomit - you're going to do it right.

you grab the pliers and walk towards the captive who is obviously panicked, very much expecting you to do your worse. which you are.

you grab their mouth and force their mouth open, ready to pull their teeth out - sucking a deep breath in as the captive starts to cry and beg.

but then you start to cry and beg.

"please just tell me the information i don't wanna do this"

"you don't have too!" *captive, crying and begging too*

"i do! i'm sorry..."

"no." *captive*

"yes."

"no" *captive starts screaming, making you start screaming as you pull on their tooth both of you staring at eachother and screaming your heads off.*

"I'M SORRY!"

"STOP!" *captive*

"I CAN'T!" *pulls tooth with pliers* "EW EW EW EW-"

you don't even do it right. you're pulling at their tooth with pliers and you're not strong enough so you're awkwardly just tugging the captives head. but the both of you are too busy screaming and begging to notice...

but you actually manage to successfully get the information - you're still not allowed to do interrogations... only being the very last option.

it does mean that you have to go on missions... even if you're useless omg idea?

*gasp* someone claims reader is a traitor - oop?

more parts, perhaps?

a/n: wrote this while trying to work through an anxiety/panic attack !! xx honestly tho these would be my genuine reaction. btw drink water and try sleep cause i can't xx

[pretty-little-mind33]

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: Logan has fun punishing you ;)

warnings: hard kink (don't like, don't read!), kinda dub-con (maybe?), unprotected sex, humiliation, rough sex, degradation, mean!logan, dacryphilia, crying, slight dumbification, spanking, creampie

~ last kinktober!! happy halloween! ~

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You're a sobbing mess, face pressed against the couch cushions, your arm flailing around, clutching onto anything you can hold onto. Logan's back is pressed against yours, warm and hard, as he thrusts into you. He's feral like an animal and you can feel his cock stretch you painfully wide. 

"Lo–lo," you whimper, voice small, "Can't do this anymore," you sob, tasting the saltiness of your tears as your poor pussy is abused. Logan's hands fist your hair, pushing down as he grunts. 

"Can't take it, hm? Yes, you can. You're a slut remember. This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is what you fucking begged for when you were on your knees. Huh, you remember? Licking up my cock, staring up at me with those doe-eyes of yours," he pauses, growling, "What was it you said? You can handle it? Well, handle it then, honey."

You catch your breath, barely able to breathe as he fucks you hard. You're sobbing, unable to focus. Logan grins wolfishly, pulling you up by your hair as he leans in. His lips hit your ear and he whispers hoarsely, "We're gonna play a game now, can you do that for me?"

When you don't answer him he thrusts particularly hard.

"Yes, Logan, yes—" you whine, eyes blurry from your tears. You're staring at the wall now, trying your hardest to be good for him. His laugh in your ear makes you shiver. 

"I want you to count every thrust into your soaked pussy." You can hear his grin, "And if you miss one, I'll go even harder, do you understand me?"

You choke on a cry, not understanding why he's punishing you. You hadn't been that bratty. Logan just seems like he likes this; mocking you and making you squirm for him. He thrusts hard, hitting your cervix and you gasp. 

Apparently, the game had started because he slaps your ass. "One!" you cry, moaning loudly. You're slightly afraid your neighbors might hear you but Logan doesn't seem to care. He continues fucking into you, whispering dirty things in your ear and you struggle to count all his thrusts. He's so fast. His stamina is intense. 

"Four–ah–five, six, s-seven—"

"Louder. I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are." 

You cry, your body feels weak and you're happy he's holding you up because you couldn't do it yourself. Your mind goes hazy as you try and count. "thirteen, fourteen, ah—fifteen, s-sixteen—Logan—I- I can't," you sob, completely losing track and his thrusts become harder to the point that it's burning. You accept the pain, moaning louder. 

Logan's hand wraps around your jaw, groaning in your ear. "Filthy girl. Can't even listen. What am I gonna do with you? I have to teach you a lesson, huh? One your stupid little brain will understand." 

Your skin burns with embarrassment as tears prickle your eyes. His other hand roughly cups your breast and tortures your nipples. This is humiliating, being so powerless against him. You just cry softly, coming around him, body convulsing. You couldn't hold it anymore.

It just happened.  

Logan smirks. He doesn't care that you didn't ask for permission. After all, it gives him more ammunition. 

"Couldn't control yourself, honey?" 

You shake your head, tears streaming down onto his hand. He wipes his hand around your face, smearing your tears around and messing up your mascara. He chuckles.

"Please—t-too much."

Hearing your words, Logan grunts, spilling himself into your womb. He lets go, watching you fall forward again, and digs his nails into your hips. His thrusts slow, catching his breath and looking down at you. You're a complete mess; tears and snot coating your face as you lay there, completely used. Logan smirks to himself, pulling out and then plugging his cum inside you with his fingers. You whimper, too weak to squirm. 

"Keep it all in. Lose a drop and I'll make this worse for you," Logan says. The threat is empty considering he can see you're done. He's pushed you to your limit and you took it so well. Soothingly, he runs his other hand over your back. Once he's satisfied that you're keeping his cum inside, he walks over and caresses your cheek, truly wiping your tears away this time. 

"Shh," he says, kneeling next to you. You blink, eyes still hazy. He's still naked and he chuckles when you see your eyes wander downwards.

"Want more?" he teases.

You shake your head, whining. Logan laughs and kisses your head. "I know, honey. You're okay. You did so well for me," he says and strokes your hair. You sigh, relaxing in his arms as he praises you. You hum, needing more praise. Logan knows you do and he will happily oblige.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing right next to your lips, smiling into your skin. 

You're always his good girl.

[ghouljams]

I'm fully smitten with Mr. and Mrs. Riley. Call me trite, but I love some good old high school sweethearts. But I also think that getting married that young would definitely raise a few eyebrows.

You know that feeling you get when you see people your age start to do grown up things, like getting engaged or buying a house? I imagine that's what your acquaintances at uni feel like when they find out you're married.

People know that you have someone, because every now and then there will be a mention of "my Simon". So you have A Simon, whatever that means.

Eventually it always comes up in conversation. Someone will ask if you have plans with your boyfriend for the summer, to which you respond "oh, he's not my boyfriend." This revelation causes the person you're speaking with to think they've fully stepped in it. Had the two of you broken up recently? Or were you just in some sort of long-term situationship? Their train of thought gets swiftly interrupted by you going "he's my husband."

While they silently question how the fuck someone in their early twenties has a fucking husband, you happily chat on about your summer plans.

It's not like you planned on getting married young. It's just that your Simon has a terribly dangerous job and a terribly big heart, and he won't leave a man behind. He'd looked so guilty telling you how he'd run into a fire fight to drag a man to safety, apologized, he knew he promised you not to do anything dangerous and-

Well... How could you not marry a man like that?

It does raise some eyebrows though. You try not to advertise your marriage. You don't have a ring, neither you nor Simon had the money for one. You don't have a house, again, money. You don't have kids, though you do think about them often. Really the only thing you have are the stories that you and Simon have made together. Walks in the park that had you pulling him out of the pond. Movie theaters that kicked you out for crying too loudly (and for Simon arguing with the usher). Nights at the pub that ended in great heaving laughter. You're sure you paint a pretty picture of your relationship.

Your Simon. You don't have anything else to call him, he is yours. More than just a husband, he's your best friend, and besides it still feels so strange to say that. ("My God we're like child brides," you'd told him as you were signing the papers. "Worse," he'd joked, "we're military wives.")

You make it through two years of university, and multiple deployments before any of your uni friends find out you're married, and it happens in the worst way.

Your Simon goes missing in action somewhere in Mexico.

You get a call as you're walking out of lecture, and when your friend asks what's wrong (following your complete breakdown into tears in the middle of the sidewalk) you tell them that your husband is MIA. They can't tell you where, why, or how, but they do tell you to prepare for the worst.

Weeks with no news. Barely eating, barely eating, only doing your work because there has to be somewhere for Simon to come home to if they ever find him. Two months pass in a sick haze of lectures and part-time work.

Another call, while you're working this time. You barely apologize to your boss before rushing out, a hastily scribbled hospital name clutched on notebook paper between your fingers. You don't even notice the distance, time barely passes from point A to point B. One moment you're at work, the next you're standing beside a hospital bed.

He looks rough, nose broken, eyes ringed in purple, gauze covering half his chest, leg broken, angry red scars raised on any uncovered skin, but it's your Simon. The brown of his eyes is as soft as it's ever been, and his cracked lips still smile when he sees you. He's alive, and this- this is far from the worst thing you could have prepared for.

And you're so young suddenly, crying like a child at nearly losing your best friend, big wracking sobs that nearly crumple you because your heart is still here with you. It's Simon that lays a big hand on your head and comforts you.

"Told ya I'd come back," He reminds you, "Jus'took a minute."

He doesn't give you any details until he's out of the hospital. Not until you're both cuddled up in the just slightly too small bed that fills your bedroom in your definitely too small flat. The duvet is heavy and Simon still can't rest on his side, but you cuddle close, listening to him walk you through Mexico with a heavy heart. Classified. He keeps repeating it, like that will make it easier for you to digest. The secrecy of it when he tells you about dragging Washington to safety. It makes your stomach squirm. 'He shouldn't have done that' you think guiltily, 'he should've saved himself.'

You don't feel as guilty when Simon meets Washington again and tells you, "'e did somethin' odd, not sittin' right wi' me."

Makes you feel better screaming and shouting when you spot Simon's brother in arms tailing you on campus, when he grabs you and you kick him in the balls just like Simon showed you. The cops find a gun on him, he spews vitriol, spouts manifestos. Brainwashed, they tell Simon.

It's hard to keep a marriage under wraps when the city paper writes a story about you. "Terrorism in Manchester" is front-page news, after all.

[crushmeeren]

❣︎ piecemeal (brother’s best friend au!)

⤷ ⋆ part one ; ft. kenma kozume

❣︎ note ; soooo my second ever mini series and it’s about kenma lmao. i think this part will be cut into a few different sections. we’re growing & following reader’s crush/relationship with kenma over the years through various scenarios.

❣︎ cw ; none, this is mostly just a big ball of fluff.

| master list | | piecemeal masterlist |

reader is six. kenma is eight. tetsurou is nine.

Moving to a new house is scary.

All your best friends live on your old street. The dinner table your family ate at, where Tetsurou told such a funny story that milk shot from your nose, has been replaced.

You don’t even want to talk about how you accidentally left your favorite stuffed bunny in the bathroom at the snack store!

Your parents swore they’d buy you a new one, but to a hysterical six year old, words mean nothing. Your bunny is the only bunny.

The last thirty minutes of the car ride you’ve spent crying, tucked into your brother’s side. A bump in the road jostles you further into Tetsurou’s arms and your next exhale is shaky.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Tetsurou soothes, hugging you tight with one arm. “I’ll help you find bunny, I promise!” Tetsurou winces when your tiny hand clutches his t-shirt and lifts it to wipe your nose.

You believe in him as much as you can believe in a nine year old who can’t remember the name of the street you live on.

Your sobs soften to hiccups, a few sniffles joining the party. “Tetsu-nii,” you whine. “What if bunny is scared? He’s all alone!”

Tetsurou grabs your shoulders and pushes you back. “Bunny’s not scared, imouto-chan!”

“Really?” You stare at him with wide, red rimmed eyes, hopeful.

Tetsurou nods with complete confidence. “Yes really! He’s the most brave bunny I know. We have to get your room ready for him when he comes home. We don’t want him to be sad, right?”

You sit up straight, releasing Tetsurou’s shirt, and square your shoulders to mimic him. “Right Tetsu-nii! We have to get Bunny’s bed ready for him! I have his favorite blanket in my backpack.”

Tetsurou continues to distract you, talking with animated hand gestures, listing all the new, exciting places you’ll be able to explore with Bunny. You eat it up, lost in reassurance only your older brother can provide.

Both your parents breathe a sigh of relief from the front seat.

↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡

The car parks in your new driveway with a lurch. Your stomach twists like when you got a shot at the doctor, legs restless and dangling over the seat. Small fingers curl into fists while your family piles out of the car.

Tetsurou is tasked with unbuckling you from your booster seat. He offers his hand, which you cling to, as he helps ease you into the concrete.

To your left a door shuts loudly, drawing your attention towards the neighbor’s house. Tetsurou points and shakes your hand, grinning from ear to ear.

“Imouto-chan look! That boy lives next to us! Maybe we can be friends!” Tetsurou starts hauling you across the plush green yard while you trip over your feet to keep up. “Oi! Kid that looks like a cat, over here!” Your brother shouts, freezing the boy mid step.

Protests from your parents fall on deaf ears.

The boy’d been walking down his driveway, now shifting to face the approaching menace that is Tetsurou — who’s still dragging you like a sack of potatoes.

He’s quiet, a grimace on his face, hand lifting in an awkward wave. “Hello,” The boy replies, soft and bored. Tetsurou skids to a stop at the edge of the yard, clutching your hand to steady you as you flail.

“Hi!” Tetsurou repeats. His bright personality causes the other boy to shield his eyes. “I’m Tetsurou, this is my little sister. What’s your name?”

The boy next door spares you a glance and your cheeks burn. You move to hide behind Tetsurou’s leg. Peaking up at the strange boy you realize he does look like a cat. A really pretty cat.

Your hand is sweaty.

“Kenma,” he offers, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts.

“Kenma! Nice to meet you.” Tetsurou notices the video game logo on Kenma’s t-shirt and lights up. “Woah dude, I love that game! You should come over and play with me.”

Your Mother’s irritated shout to stop bothering the neighbors hits your ears, and you nervously glance over your shoulder, tugging at Tetsurou’s shorts.

“Testsu-nii,” you cut in. “Kasaan said to come back.”

“Nah,” he waves you off. Then he hears the anger in her voice and his spine stiffens. “On second thought, we gotta go, imouto-chan.” Tetsurou starts to whirl around with you in tow as you lock eyes with Kenma. You wiggle your fingers at him and the corner of his mouth lifts. In turn, the tips of your ears grow hot.

“Kenma! Don’t forget to come over and play with me!” Tetsurou calls over his shoulder. Kenma hums, non committal, and you hope he says yes because you want to see him again.

Your Mother scolds Tetsurou for being over the top, dumping a heavy box labeled “dishes” in his arms. He protests but takes it. You ignore your brother dragging his feet and steal another peak at Kenma’s house, eager to see the other boy again. You frown when you notice he’s gone.

You don’t mention Bunny again. Instead, you talk Tetsurou’s ear off about Kenma.

Kenma is over the next weekend.

Granted, it’s at the insistence of his Mother and yours, but he’s there nonetheless.

It’s summer, so the boys have what seems to be every fan in the house pointed at them while they play video games. You’ve taken to watching with undivided attention for the last hour, perched on the edge of the couch, legs swinging in the air.

Kenma’s your true focus. Staring at his dark, grown out hair. It’s super hard not to reach out and tug, to see if it’s soft. Your Mother said to keep your hands to yourself unless someone tells you it’s okay. Plus, it’s rude to pull someone’s hair. Doesn’t stop you from wanting to play with it.

Tetsurou tries to follow along with Kenma’s new game. You’re unsure what it’s about, only that your brother is terrible. He’s lost. A lot.

Kenma shares similar thoughts. “You suck, Kuroo.”

“Yeah Tetsu-nii! You’re bad at this game,” you chime in, eager for Kenma’s approval. It works. He looks over his shoulder with a smirk, forcing the fuzzy feeling in your belly to return. Your eyes snap to the strawberries on your socks.

“Hey!” Tetsurou protests. “Ugh! I’ve never played this before,” he whines. He drops the controller on the floor with a pout, flopping onto his back as he groans. He catches your gaze and shoots you a grin full of mischief. Tetsurou stretches a hand over head and tickles the bottom of your foot.

You squeal, jerking out of reach. “Nii-chan!” You complain, laughter coloring your voice.

“Hmm?” Tetsurou feigns innocence. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Did so!”

Tetsurou sits up and pushes to his feet with a contemplative hum. “Did not.” He changes the subject. “Kenma, you want a popsicle? It’s so hot I’m gonna melt!” He complains, heading to the kitchen.

“Sure,” Kenma replies, standing to follow your brother.

“I want one!” You scramble off the couch and bounce on the balls of your feet next to the fridge.

Tetsurou pops out of the freezer, presenting blue and purple popsicles. The purple one has two sticks on the bottom. “I didn’t forget you, imouto-chan.” He waves the sweet treat in the younger boys direction. “Which one do you want, Kenma?”

He shrugs. “Purple I guess.”

You wilt. Purple is your favorite, you really wanted it. Tetsurou notices your frown and leans over to whisper in Kenma’s ear, handing him the purple one. You glance between the two, brows pinching together.

Kenma nods to whatever your brother says. Then, he rips open the popsicle wrapper, breaks it in half, and bends down, holding out one half for you.

“Here, I don’t mind sharing,” he says, expression kind and soft.

Tetsurou encourages you to grab the treat, so you do. Staring at Kenma like he’s hung the stars. “Thank you,” you mumble, cheeks blistering. Your face always gets hot around Kenma. It’s annoying.

Kenma nods, lifting his own half to take a huge bite.

The three of you finish the chilly snack in relative silence, Tetsurou teasing you for having a purple tongue. Kenma sticks his tongue out to show you’re not alone.

Sitting in the living room sees you squished between the two. Tetsurou shouts loudly when he loses again, making Kenma laugh. With as much as grace as a six year old can muster, you inch closer to Kenma until your knees touch.

If Kenma notices, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he attempts to explain which button does what on the controller. You pretend to understand, marveling at the warmth of Kenma’s attention.

time skip. reader is ten. kenma is twelve. tetsurou is thirteen.

Giggling. The entire lunch period is filled with it. Your friends speak in hushed whispers, pointing at the boys in class as they walk by.

You don’t understand the appeal. With one hand you could list the boys in class that aren’t super annoying. The other girls have tried several times to include you in the conversation, asking “which boy has the best hair?”, “which boy do you want to hold hands with?”

You picture Kenma, his hands as they smash buttons on a controller. His hair’s grown passed his ears now. Out loud, the answer is they all have awful haircuts and you’d rather deal with brain freeze than hold any of their hands.

You ate lunch in peace after that.

Balling up the wrapper to a discarded bag of chips, you finish picking up leftover trash. You pick up your lunch bag, about to leave the table and go to the playground, when one of the girls mentions having a “crush.”

“What’s a crush?” You butt in, curious over the new term.

The girl who’d mention it tilts her head to the side. “You know, a crush.” You shake your head no and she makes brief eye contact with another girl before continuing. “Like when you think someone is really cute, and you want to spend all your time with them because they’re just so freaking cool.”

Another girl pipes up. “Or when you want to give them a hug and do stuff they like to do!”

Your stomach flips, eyes widening. “Oh. Um, how do you know if you have a crush?” You ask, shifting in your seat.

“They make you blush and they give you butterflies,” the first girl answers. “I smile real big when my crush is around.”

The empty chip wrapper crunches in your fist. You don’t answer, longing to bolt from the table.

“Do you have a crush?”

Images of Kenma flood your mind. Every time you see him you wish you could hold his hand. You sit right next to him when he plays video games with Tetsurou, not an inch of space left.

When Kenma gives you his full attention you blush for an eternity. Whenever you sprint to the front door and yank it open, seeing his golden eyes and lazy smile you get…..butterflies.

Kenma does remind you of a really pretty cat. He is cute.

Your breath quickens and you nod.

“I think so.”

↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡

Waiting outside the school for Tetsurou to pick you up is torture. First off, it’s boiling outside. Not to mention finding out you have a crush has overloaded your emotions. It’s been the only thing running through your head all day.

“Imouto-chan~!”

The tension in your shoulders relaxes when Tetsurou saunters up to you, alone. “Are you by yourself today Tetsu-nii?” The hopeful tone is obvious, and Tetsurou glances at you in apology.

“Well, not really —,”

“Kuroo!” The irritated voice freezes you both in place, stomach dropping to the soles of your feet.

It’s Kenma.

Tetsurou spins with a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry Kenma! You were taking forever. Besides, I knew you’d catch up.”

Kenma stops right beside you. Side stepping allows him space between you and Testsurou. His gaze slides your way. “Hey,” he greets, the wrinkle in his brow smoothing when your eyes lock.

“Hey,” you mumble, opting to stare at your shoes, white knuckling your backpack straps. The butterflies have returned.

“Next time I’m leaving you behind, Kuroo.” Kenma shoots the taller boy a look and resumes walking, hiking his backpack up.

Tetsurou laughs, keeping his place on Kenma’s left side. “I’ll make it up to you. We can play Mario Kart when we get home!”

“I’ll beat you.”

You listen to them bicker, heart skittering when Kenma’s elbow bumps yours. You pretend to fall behind, bending to fake tie your shoe. The heat in your cheeks won’t go away.

“Imouto - chan, hurry up! Mom will be mad if I lose you,” Tetsurou calls over his shoulder.

“Coming!” You squeak, using the distraction to cling to your brother’s side. Tetsurou bumps his shoulder against yours, raising an eyebrow in silent question.

Usually you’d fight him to stand by Kenma.

You shrug, eyes trained in front of you. Tetsurou, thankfully, leaves it alone. He reignites his conversation with Kenma, pestering him to start playing volleyball. Kenma protests, complaining about the athletic part of it.

You ignore them, wanting to shrivel down and disappear.

What do you even do with a crush?

↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡

You rushed through the front door as soon as it was within eyesight, leaving the other two behind.

It’s out of the norm for you to hide in your room instead of join Tetsurou and Kenma for a snack. Tetsurou knocks on the door, wondering if you’re going to play Mario Kart with them. You decline, avoiding them like the plague.

After dinner, as you’re finishing a frustrating math problem, Tetsurou decides to sit in the chair across from you. He must’ve taken a shower, because the scent of his body soap is strong. Your nose wrinkles.

“Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird. You smell weird,” you huff, erasing a lopsided five to rewrite it.

He ignores the insult. “Whatever. You’re always stuck to Kenma like glue. Did he make you mad? He’s kinda mean sometimes.”

“Don’t say that! He’s not mean!” You defend, glaring daggers at Tetsurou.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re acting like you have a crush on him.”

You freeze, eyes going round with horror. You slam your pencil onto the table, face flushing red hot. “N-no I don’t!”

Tetsurou’s jaw drops. “You so have a crush on Kenma!” He teases. Then he laughs and scrunches his nose. “Ew. Why?”

“Please don’t tell him Tetsu-nii!” You beg, eyes stinging, lower lip trembling. “He’ll hate me!” Tears begin to slip down your cheeks.

Tetsurou stands in a hurry, rushing to your side. You throw your arms around his waist, face buried in his shirt. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Kenma won’t hate you, he likes you.”

“Promise you won’t tell him!” You demand, words muffled.

“I promise.”

You pull back and stare up at him. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” Tetsurou smiles. He holds his hand up, pinky out, waiting. You connect your fingers, relieved.

You can’t see Tetsurou’s fingers crossed behind his back.

time skip. reader is twelve. kenma is fourteen. tetsurou is fifteen.

The front door slams shut behind you in a whirlwind, bearing the unfortunate brunt of your anger. Kenma jumps, switch nearly flying from his hands as you stomp into the living room.

Kuroo was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago, leaving Kenma stuck waiting on your couch after receiving a “gonna be l8,” text. You freeze upon seeing you’re not alone, Kenma doing the same.

An awkward silence fills the living room, the soft sounds of Animal Crossing playing in the background.

“Oh,” you sniffle, voice scratchy. “I didn’t know you were here.” You scrub your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

Kenma’s head tilts, brows pinching together. It’s obvious to him that you’ve been crying, not that he would be privy as to why; and he’s unsure if he should ask. He’s quite awful at comforting people. “Um, yeah. Waiting for Kuroo. Your mom said I could hang in here,” he explains lamely. His thumb nervously traces back and forth over the x button.

“I see.”

So you don’t feel like explaining further, that’s fine. A relief, if Kenma’s honest. Still, there’s some discomfort in his chest at the sight of your tears. It’s not like he wants you to be sad. Against his better judgement, he speaks. “Are you, uh, are you okay?” Kenma clutches the edges of his switch, hard.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Your voice cracks as you stare off into the kitchen, sniffling.

“Okay.” Clearly you aren’t. Kenma’s scared you’ll cry if he asks again. He glances down at his switch, a light bulb going off. When he’s upset, playing a game makes everything ten times better. “Do you want to see my animal crossing village?”

Your head whips towards him, face lighting up. “Really?” You’re toeing off your shoes before he answers, rushing to the couch.

Seems your previous upset is forgotten.

Kenma nods, scooting over so you have space. You drop down right next to him, bouncing a little, thigh squished against his. Kenma likes how warm you are, and he catches a hint of vanilla coming from you that makes him blush.

“What were you doing?” You look at him with an adorable smile. He realizes how close you’ve gotten and his blush creeps to his hairline.

Kenma clears his throat. “I was looking for a stringfish. I haven’t been able to catch it.”

“Those are super hard to find. Oh! Have you gotten the golden trout yet?” You sound so excited. Kenma’s stomach flutters.

“Yeah,” he replies, clicking a few buttons on the switch to show you.

You press further into his side, staring at the screen in awe. “That’s so cool! You’re so good at this!” You snatch his forearm, shaking it. “Do you think you could you help me catch the golden trout? Pretty please Kenma!”

Kenma isn’t sure he could refuse if he wanted to, heart jumping to his throat. “S-sure. If you login to your account I can find it.”

You’re all but buzzing. “Okay! Hang on, I’ll be right back!” You jump off the couch and sprint to your room, returning less than a minute later with your switch. It’s controllers wear the Animal Crossing blue and green, stickers of characters littering the back.

You thrust it into his waiting hands, reclaiming the spot beside him.

“This may take a while,” he warns.

“That’s okay!” You giggle, reaching for a blanket to snuggle up under. “I really, really want that fish.”

Kenma relaxes against the cushions, smiling to himself. “I promise I’ll find it.” Kenma almost squeaks when your temple meets his shoulder, fluffy blanket tickling his forearm as you rest on him.

Forty five minutes later Kuroo shows his face. Loud as ever as he bursts through the door. Kenma had caught the golden trout, then continued on building a garden for you.

“Sorry I’m late!” Kuroo calls, not sorry whatsoever.

“In here Tetsu-nii!” You respond, lifting your head from Kenma’s shoulder. Kenma wishes you wouldn’t.

He saves the game, not wanting to lose progress. “Where were you?”

“I was talking to some guys on the volleyball team and they challenged me to a friendly game. Did you miss me?” Kuroo teases, flopping onto the other couch.

“No.”

Tetsurou gasps. “Mean Kenma! You like my little sister more than me?”

Kenma flushes red like cherries. He’s saved from answering when your Mother calls you to come help with dinner. You rise from the couch, leaving Kenma cold in your wake. You flick your brother’s forehead as you pass by, Tetsurou letting out a sound of protest.

“Thanks for catching the fish for me Kenma!”

Kenma nods. “Sure.”

It’s silent after you leave. Kenma catches his best friend’s teasing grin and narrows his eyes. “What?” He snaps.

Kuroo sits up straight, crossing his hands behind his head. “You have a crush on my sister, don’t you?”

Kuroo is met with a decorative pillow to the face.

did I make you feel anything? what do you think will happen next in their little growing love story?

a big smooch to everyone who gives my story a chance. c:

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[chanelrolls]

cw: pseudocest, (if you're uncomfortable w this, please choose to scroll away.) gets more suggestive as it goes

big brother!caleb is the type of older brother figure who shows his care through actions more than words. he’ll ruffle your hair on the way out, toss you a towel if you’re crying without asking what happened, and stand behind you silently when you’re confronting someone who wronged you.

big brother!caleb insists that he’s “chill,” but he lowkey screens anyone who tries to get close to you. you’re not allowed to know this, but he’s stalked your classmate’s socials before and memorized license plates if someone picks you up. just in case.

big brother!caleb is the kind of guy who lets you win in video games once, only to completely obliterate you in the rematch while saying, “nah, i just gave you a head start earlier.”

big brother!caleb knows how to read moods frighteningly well. if you’re pretending to be okay, he’ll casually bring your favorite snack and plop down beside you, nudging your knee with a, “so, we gonna talk about it or should i just sit here until you do?”

big brother!caleb teases you relentlessly (intentionally going in your room for no particular reason and leaving with the door open, stealing your snacks at midnight, reads your diary, tickles you in your weakest spots, etc.) but never crosses the line. if anyone else tries the same thing, though? they’re getting the scariest smile he can muster. “you think you’re funny? try it again, i dare you.”

big brother!caleb will 100% fight someone on your behalf and then lecture you for putting yourself in danger. “next time, tell me. that’s what older brothers are for, idiot.”

big brother!caleb calls you “shortie,” “squirt,” or “kid” even if you’re the same age or taller. it’s about the vibe, not the height.

big brother!caleb always insists on walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, like it’s not even a big deal. if you point it out, he just shrugs and says, “habit.” but you notice he never forgets to do it, even when he’s distracted or in a rush.

big brother!caleb when you’re out together and someone flirts with you, he becomes suspiciously territorial. arm slung over your shoulder, leaning in too close, “they bothering you, kid?” with a playful grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

big brother!caleb remembers every detail about your preferences. like how you hate soggy fries, that you always tap your pen when you're nervous, and that you like your tea exactly two and a half spoons of honey sweet. he never says anything about it, just... adjusts things quietly.

big brother!caleb sends you playlists with songs he says “just reminded me of you, i guess,” and sends them like it’s not the most thoughtful thing in the world. if you ask why, he deflects, “dunno, lyrics were funny.”

big brother!caleb hates when you cry. not in a “don’t cry” kind of way, but in a visible shift in demeanor kind of way. the teasing vanishes. he sits next to you, gently nudges your leg with his, and murmurs, “you don’t have to talk. just breathe, alright? i’m here.”

big brother!caleb when you fall asleep around him, he watches over you like a guard dog. phone in one hand, hoodie draped over you, eyes sharp. someone could cough too loudly across the room and he’d glare.

big brother!caleb just looks at you a little too long sometimes. like he’s trying to memorize something. and when you ask what, he’ll just smirk and go, “nuthin. just makin’ sure you’re real.”

big brother!caleb always saw you as his little sister, his kid. but one night, you walk out of your room half-asleep, wearing one of his shirts, rubbing your eyes like a sleepy kitten, and something in his chest just… short circuits. he blinks, looks away, jaw clenched, thinking, “get a grip, dude.”

big brother!caleb starts overthinking everything. when you tug on his sleeve to get his attention, when you fall asleep leaning on his shoulder during movie nights, when you call him “calebie” in that teasing, singsong voice, it all messes with his head. he tells himself, “she’s just being annoying again,” but his ears still burn every time.

big brother!caleb becomes weirdly avoidant. a little too quick to leave the room when you're in your pajamas, suddenly “busy” when you ask to cuddle during storms like you always used to. he doesn’t want to be a creep. doesn’t want to ruin what you have. but at the same time, he finds himself wondering what it would be like to hold you longer, tighter, and differently.

big brother!caleb is territorial. again! the worst is when you go out with other guys. he’s not even subtle, already arms crossed and jaw clenched, tossing out lines like, “you trust him?” or “if he touches you wrong, you call me, yeah?” he tells himself it’s protective sibling duty. but when he sees you smiling at someone else the way you used to smile only at him… it burns.

big brother!caleb when you walk out of the bathroom wearing just a towel. he’s sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, and looks up just as you mutter, “forgot my clothes.” instant freeze. you’re nonchalant, but caleb's brain blue screens. he stares at the wall, his neck stiff like he’s being held at gunpoint. “y-you tryna get yourself killed or what?” he snaps, tossing a hoodie at you without looking. but his ears? flaming.

big brother!caleb when you catch him watching something… explicit. you walk in unannounced and there’s that split-second delay where he fumbles with the remote, panic in his eyes. “pipsqueak, knock next time!” he barks, face redder than a tomato. you laugh your ass off, but what stays with him is how not embarrassed you were. and for the rest of the day, he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if you were the one making those sounds—

big brother!caleb when you ask him for dating advice. you lean on his bed, kicking your feet, and say, “hey… do you think i’m girlfriend material?” caleb’s jaw tightens. he tries to play it cool, spouting generic guy logic, but his stomach is twisting. when you say you might ask someone out, he blurts, “he’s not good enough.” then pretends he was “just joking.” he wasn’t.

big brother!caleb when you fall asleep in his bed, again. you claim it’s just because your room was cold. but he finds himself lying stiffly beside you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, wondering if you can hear how fast his heart is beating. when you unconsciously cuddle closer and mumble his name in your sleep, he stares at the ceiling thinking, “this is bad. this is so bad.”

big brother!caleb when you tease him with another girl. you nudge him toward a pretty girl at a party, whispering, “she keeps looking at you.” caleb shrugs her off with a weak excuse, but his jaw clenches when you smirk, asking, “what, not your type?” later, when you’re alone, he mutters, “stop doing that.” when you press, he won’t explain, because how is he supposed to say you’re his type without ruining everything?

big brother!caleb is definitely the type to watch you on your sleep, sometimes massaging your hair or even testing his limits by dragging a hand across your thigh.

big brother!caleb goes through talking stages only for the sole purpose of distracting himself from his growing feelings for you. and suspiciously, all of the girls he's talked to looks like you.

[demonic0angel]

Jazz's eye twitched as she tried to hold her decorum. This was her first time meeting all of Jason's family, and she was determined to make a good impression. Even with her certainty that the giant portrait of Martha and Thomas Wayne in the foyer had been replaced.

Jazz reached out and tightly grabbed her brother's elbow.

"Jazz, what do you want?" Danny asked

Jazz pointed at the portrait with her free hand, "Did you..." She didn't need to finish as a toothy grin spread over Danny's face.

"You're the first one to notice." He cackled.

"Does Cass know?"

He scoffed, "Of course. We keep having to renew our bet cuase no one has noticed that the pictures have some changes."

"Pictures?" Jazz repeated.

Jason joined them at that moment, "What about pictures?"

"Look at Thomas' bow tie." Jazz said in a vague answer.

Jason did. His eye squinted as they made out the faint water mark in the shape of Phantom's logo on the bowtie's knot.

Jason burst out laughing. “No way! You messed with all of the portraits in the house?” He and Danny shook hands, grinning like maniacs.

Danny preened. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

Jazz groaned. “What did you do with the old pictures?”

“Put them in the attic. They’re safe and sound, don’t worry. No one has found them yet!”

Jason snorted. “You think Alfred hasn’t already found them and knows about this? Think again.”

Danny waved a hand, “Alfred doesn’t count. He knows everything. He is God and this manor is his domain. I am merely the Devil rearranging the furniture in his house in hopes of the mortals noticing it.”

Jason whistled at the poetry while Jazz sighed again, very loudly before she grabbed her brother by the shoulders and said, “Danny. I’m meeting Jason’s family for the first time. Please be on your best behavior, okay? If they dislike me, I’ll cry.”

“And if you cry, I’m airing the place out,” Jason said with a pleasant smile. “Don’t worry about it, Princess. They will love you.”

Danny nodded, serene. “I’ll help him get rid of the bodies.”

Both of them looked at her innocently and with affection. She almost wanted to throttle them. They were not helping her nerves!

Jazz looked up at the ceiling.

She hadn’t even met Bruce Wayne face to face yet, and her boyfriend was already threatening to kill his entire family with her brother already in his pocket, willing to hide bodies and starting pranks on her future in-laws with the blessings of Cassandra Wayne.

If Alfred was God, then surely, he was enjoying this show with her as the lamb to the slaughter.

She shook her head.

This night was going to be a disaster.