#but yea i sometimes wonder if i should get him a little bed where his desk blanket is

[perilegs]

[nugget-from-neptune]

Sick Child Reader MC with the dorm leaders

It's the season where someone is bound to be sick. Especially little kids, so I will be basing this off on how my siblings act when they get sick. So here we have a snotty nose child mc with the dormleaders!1!

PLATONIC ONLY

Riddle

Would definitely make sure you are taking your medicine and resting well. Tries to make you stay in bed resting but it back fires when not only a minute or so of him leaving the room you come out waddling looking for him.

Tries to think of ways to entertain you but it's mostly just boring and mundane things that would make a child lose interest easily. He's trying yall he really is.

When it comes to giving you medicine he loses his temper when you start to whine and throw your head back to avoid the spoonful of bitter medicine. This is the 3rd attempt at giving you medicine please stay still MC.

After finally giving you a stern look you take the medicine all pouty and complaining of the bitter taste. He can only let out a soft scoff and scolding you that if you weren't sick then maybe you wouldn't be taking "icky" bitter medicine

And now Riddle is dealing with a angry sick child. Way to go with the scolding Riddle.

When it comes to feeding you Riddle struggles with that the most since you say you aren't hungry. Even though all you had was some juice. Man's is worried and asking the great 7 to give him some help.

He goes to ask Trey for some help as well. He has never been sick often as a child and was always alone whenever he was. He feels completely lost when you have to rely on him to get better. He knows that medicine should be able to help you buy when you are still have the same snot and coughing fit he gets anxious.

With the help of Trey you start to recover quickly now. Riddle does feel a little jealous that you have got better with the help of Trey but quickly dismisses it when he sees you all happy and running around the Heartslabyul gardens.

Riddle: "so MC mind telling me how you got sick?:

Child MC: "umm yea ok so me, Ace and deuce-"

Riddle: "Ace, Deuce and I"

Child MC: "...but you weren't there..." *child side eye and pout*

Riddle: *sighs* "please continue your story."

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Child MC: "can I have a cherry tart Riddle?"

Riddle: "I'm afraid not. You're sick and any sugar will make you go in a coughing fit"

Child MC: 😾 "you're mean"

Riddle: "You can have a tart when you get better"

Child MC: "mmmm....fine but you're still mean"

Riddle: "Yes MC I am a very big mean guy who finds pleasure in hurting your emotions" *sarcasm*

Child MC: "it's good that you know. Good night" *Gets comfortable on the bed and goes to sleep*

Riddle: "huh... and they call me mean." 😾

Leona

Was wondering where you were at since you weren't bothering him around the usual end of the school day hours. Only to find out from Ruggie you were sick and will be in his care. Well mostly Ruggie's cause man's doesn't know what to do with a sick child.

Is always keeping an eye on you and losing his nap time because he has to care for you now. He can't nap in peace because of the coughing fits and the small grunts of pain you let out in your sleep. So now he has to do the work he was given for his remediation classes that he was going to do over the weekend because he can't nap and is bored.

Whenever you start to cry because of some pain he massages the area and gently scratches it. Which causes you to stop crying and go to sleep faster. Which baffles him sometimes because just a second ago you were crying and now you're letting out small snores???

Is the one holding you still for whenever Ruggie has to give you medicine. He's seen you kick and slap the poor spoon of medicine away from you and was a victim of getting the thrown spoon hit him. He ain't tryna get hit twice and those little scratches you give him do not phase him at all.

Whenever your condition worsens he feels just a little worried. He's never seen you look so pale, fragile and bed ridden, he's always been used to full of life and energetic. So he always rubs your head whenever you sleep to ease his worries.

Does not fall for the pleading that you want sweets he will tell you bluntly that you are sick and cannot eat all the yummy and sweet candies he has in the drawer. (He only got them because he got bored of you always bugging him for some candy he never had 😾)

Instead of you telling him about your day it's now the other way around. Yes, the Leona Kingscholar is now going off about his day to the sick child because you kindly asked with the small snot coming out your nose and teary eyes.

Feels himself sigh in relief when he sees you all better and full of energy. He can't stand seeing you look so tired and just empty. Makes him feel weird (ehem worried) and all sad somehow. But hearing your little whispers and feeling you blow at his ears when he is "napping" makes him grateful to see you all better

Child MC: "Leonaaaaa I'm hungry"

Leona: "Ok, what do you have in mind?" *pulling out his phone and clicking on Ruggies contact to text him"

Child MC: "food."

Leona: "understandable I will tell Ruggie you want that"

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Child MC: "my tummy hurts 😿"

Leona *who is laying on his bed and using his phone uses his free hand to gently scratch your stomach*: 's that better?

Child MC: "yes 😸"

Azul

I feel like Azul was sick a lot as a child but grew up to have a strong immune system so he knows how it's like to feel all icky. So he tries his best to make you feel all comfortable.

Hates to see you complain in your sleep. It snaps something inside his heart seeing you all down. Which is why he vows to make sure you recover very quickly.

Whenever he has to attend business meetings he has one of the twins keep an eye on you. He knows you have managed to wiggle your way into their hearts so it puts him at ease when hes at meetings.

If your condition worsens he feels himself panicking. He's looking over every book he has over human anatomy and trying to find any possible solution to make you recover quickly. He doesn't want to lose you 😿.

He prepares any meals you want and making sure you are getting the sufficient vitamins. Might sneak in a sweet if he sees you recovering quickly. He spoon feeds you because he doesn't want to strain your energy 🥺.

When he's working on contracts and other business plans, he tries to work on them in the room you're staying at. That way he can keep an eye on you and finish his work. It calms down his worries.

If you ever complain about being bored then Azul always has something to entertain you with. Let it he bringing you a few toys he has given you or even letting you watch a movie on his phone. He's got you entertained and sleeping soundly next to his side.

Once you fully recover he makes sure to give you a light scolding for worrying him. After that scolding he surprises you with a sweet he made and gives you a side hug mumbling about how you made him worry too much. The twins definitely take a picture of that moment and use it as blackmail sometimes 🙈.

Child MC: *waiting to be fed by Azul*

Azul: *softly blowing at the spoon filled with soup he cooked*

Child MC: *nose twitches and let's out a big sneeze*

Azul: *has his eyes closed and feeling the soup go down his face* "...bless you."

Child MC: "uh oh....I'm sorry and thank you" 😿

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Child MC: *pulling at Azul's sleeve*

Azul: "yes? What is it?"

Child MC: *making grabby hands*

Azul: *bending down to pick up MC*

Child MC: *letting Azul pick them up before blowing their nose on Azuls scarf*

Azul: "....Great 7 please give me the strength to not drop this child who just blew their nose on my just washed scarf"

Kalim

We all know this man has been "sick" before because he just had to be a from a wealthy family. So he somehow feels responsible to you getting sick. Even if it was because you stayed outside in the rain, he feels somehow responsible.

Instead of just leaving you to Jamil, he decides to be the one giving you medicine, checking up on you, feeding you etc. Jamil looking from the sidelines like ??? He's not annoyed but at the same time he isn't all happy he just feels weird. So he helps Kalim in taking care of you.

Kalim who tries not to indulge in you wanting sweets. He was close to giving you a chocolate cookie if it weren't for Jamil stopping him and scolding him that anything with sugar was bad for you. Yes, Jamil can feel you glaring at him but just ignores you.

He is always in the room you are staying keeping an eye on you. Sure he can be doing his homework but he doesn't do it because he doesn't want to be all engrossed in doing it and completely forgetting about keeping an eye on you.

He tries to make you smile, he would do anything to hear your cute little giggles. But seeing you all teary eyed and with a frown makes him sad.

Manages to help you stay awake by accidentally ranting to you about how his day went, what he learned and how he bought a bunch of things for you at Sam's shop. He promises to give them to you once you are fully recovered.

Kalim who takes note on how Jamil is caring for you when you are sick and asking him for help whenever you start to complain. He doesn't want to be inexperienced when caring for you so he does his best to learn from Jamil on how to care for you when you are sick.

Once fully recovered, with all the energy in the world, Kalim pulls you into a big hug. He couldn't hug you much because you complained it was too hot but now he can give you all the hugs in the world. He knows that you will get sick again sometime in the future but atleast from this experienced it helped him a lot to know how to care for you. Jamil feels a little proud deep down but doesn't show it.

Child MC: *blowing their nose on Kalims shirt*

Kalim: *patting your head and telling you to let it all out*

Jamil: "...tissue exists for a reason yknow"

Kalim: "yea but they wanted to blow their nose right now and I didn't feel like pulling out the tissue packet from my pocket."

Jamil: "..."

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Child MC: "I don't like this tea" *grumbles*

Kalim: "Oh I'm sure it can't be that bad" *takes a sip before coughing out the tea* "oh- Oh Great 7 that tea..."

Child: "I told you" 😾

Kalim: "I just had something stuck in my throat. I will add some sugar since you have been a good kid" *secretly thinking that the tea was the most plain tea he ever had*

Vil

Now.... can we really see Vil taking care of a sick child...? One that is coughing up a storm and wiping their snot off on the sleeves of their shirt???

He makes it his mission to get you better the fastest way possible. He doesn't want to deal with a snotty nose kid. It's not beautiful- Oh? Neige just posted himself taking care of one of his dwarve friends? Pfft he can do so much better than him, come on MC you will be in his care and he's gonna make sure to milk this situation dry.

Making sure you are taking your medicine, he doesn't care about your whining. You will take that medicine with the look he gives you kind of like that mom raised eye brow look they give you when you misbehave yknow.

Occasionally posts on his MagiCam story pictures that doesn't reveal you or him just like a medicine bottle and a small teddy bear next to it. The hoes going wild with all this, VIL??? Taking care of a child??? Aw so cute 🥺. Hashtags being made left and right about how caring and hot Vil is for that.

Sometimes has you walk around the room, hates to see you all bedridden and doesn't want you to have jello legs. Sometimes picks you up and puts a mask on you, sure he loves you but he ain't tryna get sick. He carries you around and makes sure you are comfortable.

There are times he leaves you in Rook's care because of how busy he is. He makes sure Rook knows to not spoil you and to have you entertained. A complain from you about Rook and he will have his head. Rook just assures him that he knows what he is doing lol.

Sometimes reads to you, watches television, or even rants to you. He has you lay your head on his lap and runs his fingers on your hair. So now you can't take any naps without him doing that. Good quality time spent between yall if you ask me.

Once you are fully recovered, he makes to post a update on his MagiCam. Could be between a scenery photo with you in the background smiling or a selfie of him and you (with your face blurred) with a random song playing in the background. The hoes are eating this up and creating threads on Magi-Twt about yall 😫.

Vil: *just getting done of his night skin care routine*

Child MC: *waddling to the bathroom door and standing there, softly panting* "Vil.... I frew (threw) up..."

Vil: *looks at the mirror for a long time. Praying to the Great 7 above to give him strength and gives you a side look and noticing that you did infact threw up* "what will I do with you little potato... alright come on...let's get you changed."

Child MC: "I'm really sorry"

Vil: "I know you are... this was just something you couldn't control. I'm not mad just... immune I suppose."

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Vil: "Ok MC just hold the bowl and stuffed animal for a minute" *grabbing his phone and opening the MagiCam app*

Child: "but I'm not hungry...? I wanna take a nap."

Vil: "You can take a nap after I take a photo of you and cropping your face out. Now stay still the fans need to know I am very caring and gracious at taking care of you"

Child MC: "but you yelled at me a few hours ago-"

Vil: "shush or no candy"

Child MC: "😾"

Idia

Once again. Can we see this man...taking care of a sick child...... Especially since he doesn't see the sun and touch grass....? Let that sink in. Man's finna leave you at the care of someone else. As much as he wants to help, fuck is he gonna do? Reprogram you 😹😹??

On a serious note, he would most likely leave you in some one else's care but he does play the part at somewhat caring for you. Not much because he doesn't deal with that normie shit he's got that other stuff to do.

He has Ortho do all the work he should be doing but hey, it's the thought that counts. He has Ortho check up on you and send you some stuff he bought for you.

It ranges from a variety of things the "care packages" he sends can be from snacks to medicine to even a few toys. It really depends yknow on the progress you made.

On the days he finally decides to go outside, he immediately goes to you. Once reaching you he goes on his rambles which entertain you. It makes him happy seeing you with some emotion instead of being all hollow.

He brings a few games for you to play with. Or sometimes let's you watch him play, while commenting what's going on. It's a little bonding moment yall have.

Once he notices how tired you are he makes something for you. Idk I hc him that he knows how to do origami. You have a small collection of origami now thanks to him 🥺. The few times he didn't notice you fell asleep you always were holding one of the origami he made for you. It melts him

Once you are fully recovered you both get to finally pig out one junk food. Drink all the soda you want and even get to stay up past your bedtime 😼😼. But you always manage to go in a food coma so there's that.

Child MC: "What's more important your games or me?"

Idia: "games." *his tablet floats away*

Ortho: "Dang...big brother didn't even think about it."

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Malleus

I feel like this man probably only got sick in his younger years. Man's is always taking care of himself so I doubt he'll get sick. Even if he did, he has his retainers to care for him

Now seeing you all bedridden, looking so sad and bored, it makes Malleus realize just how delicate humans can be. How they can go from full of life to looking so out of this world with those burning cheeks. Feeling cold and clattering your teeth, yet burning up and sweating. So he decides that he will be the one doing the caring for you.

He kind of struggles to be honest. On one hand he doesn't want to be all mean but you really are testing his patience. Luckily Lillia is there to help and Malleus seems to be learning something. Lillia going through deja-vu with you 🥺.

So Lillia is showing the ropes to Malles on how to properly care for you and how to not indulge on the teary eyed puppy eyes. Child MC can never win fr 😿.

He probably spends the free time reading to you. The books can vary, but with the soothing voice he has he makes you go to sleep real fast.

Malleus is really trying to be entertaining but all he ever does seems to make you go to sleep. Now he's doubting himself 😿 but luckily you are there to clarify what's going on.

Once he gets everything clarified with the help of Lillia he tries harder to be entertaining. He notices you using your technology so he really tries to understand what is going on but with a quick look you can tell the gears in his head are turning.

Once you finally recover Malleus gets to finally have his energetic child of man again. He missed seeing you running around the halls of Diasnomia and the giggles echoing. Seeing you all better makes him realize to cherish the little moments he has with you, but he always promises himself to take care of you no matter what. He wishes to still see you smiling instead of frowning.

Malleus: "You never seem to laugh when I am telling you a funny story, child of man. How so?"

Child MC: "Well I do have a sense of humor...it's just..."

Malleus: "Just...?"

Child MC: "just that... you don't say anything funny and you speak all fancy...so I don't understand you sometimes."

Malleus "😿"

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Malleus: "What are you doing child of man?"

Child MC: "Oh hi Malleus, I'm just playing this game called Candy Quell... you should play it sometimes! We can be friends on the app and send eachother gifts!"

Malleus: "What an interesting game. I would be honored to be able to play this game and be friends with you on it"

Child MC: "Yea but you can play for me. I'm kinda sleepy"

Malleus: "alright" *begins to play the game for a few hours, after being amazed at all the mechanics of this wonderful game that he even asked his retainers to play it as well. Man's has never been so happy to be able to play such a silly game called Candy Quell*

A/N: OMG thank you guys so much for the likes on my Leona fic 😭. I truly thought it wouldn't get as many likes but it's so close to 300 likes omfgg I can't thank you guys enough!!! I made this fic since this weather is so cold acting like I got someone to cuddle up with 😒. I even got sick because of it. But here is my take on how the dormleaders would act with a sick child they are fond of. If you couldn't tell I do have a few favorites 🙈. These guys just give off big brother energy and I don't see enough Platonic fics to feed me.

[lou-struck]

Lap of Luxury

Atsumu Miya x Reader

~Atsumu is known for making impulse purchases to spoil you, sometimes though you need a reminder that you deserve it.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive at the end, alcohol use.

The moment your boyfriend was handed his first check as a professional athlete, you saw the way his eyes widened when he glanced at the number. He was expecting us to get paid a lot, but he didn’t realize that he was making that much.

That night, he took it upon himself to take you to the nicest restaurant he could think of. The kind of place where there were no prices on the menus. Not that it mattered to him, this was his way of thanking you for being there for him every step of the way.

You don’t remember much from that night, top shelf liquor and fine wine has a way of messing with the head. But you remember that when the check came your boyfriend signed without even checking the total. On top of the bill, he left an extremely generous check for your waiter.

It was so much fun, and you know your boyfriend likes to spoil you. Treating you to dinners like that more often than not.

Sometimes, you wonder if you deserve to be spoiled like this at all.

~

Atsumu Miya has never been very good at keeping secrets. His poker face is terrible and he just can’t help wanting to tell you about his surprises prematurely. So he can see the cute look of surprise on your face firsthand instead of waiting.

It all started around lunchtime, with you at work and Atsumu resting at home on an off day from the Black Jackals.

You’re sitting in your chair digging a fork into a ridiculously tasty chicken Caesar salad bowl. Just as you’re about to take a bite, Your phone dings.

And dings again…

And again…

With a huff, you place your perfect bite back into your bowl to see who is blowing up your phone. The Kissy faced emojis next to your boyfriend's contact image pops up on your screen.

Hey, baby guess what?

When ya get home I have a surprise! A good one too!

Don’t ask what it is though...

I love ya, Baby.

Scrolling through the messages a smile stretched across your face. You respond and get back to work hoping to get off as quickly as possible to find out what exactly your boyfriend has done this time.

You hope it isn't anything too crazy.

~

Your workday dragged on forever. As soon as your lunch break was over, you were bombarded with all sorts of tasks that kept you so busy, it knocked the thought of Atsumu’s surprise from your head.

By the time you walk through your front door, it’s late. An optimist may call it early the next day. But either way, it’s after midnight. When you see your boyfriend curled up on the couch with only a decorative pillow to keep him warm, your heart breaks a bit.

He chose to wait out here for you despite your texts saying that you would be late.

Closing the door as quietly as you can you make your way across the room to where he’s resting. His blonde hair is ruffled revealing the brown roots below and he drools on another one of your pillows.

As cute as he looks like this, you know that he would rather sleep in the comfort of your bed. He’ll feel a lot better for it in the morning if you wake him up now.

“Hey Tsumu, wake up.” You coax bending down and giving his forehead a little kiss.

Add the contact He stirs and blinks up at you sleepily. “Hey Baby.” He mumbles in a raspy voice. “Yer home late.”

“I know,” you say “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“It’s m-kay,” he says grabbing your hand and giving it a little squeeze. “I gotta show you yer surprise tomorrow.”

Right, the surprise. With everything that happened at work, you forgot about it. You glance around the room not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

“Yea, that sound like a good idea. You say with a yawn. “But we should go to bed.”

“That's… good.” he slurs allowing you to pull him to his feet. “Makes more sense actually.” He wraps his muscles weight around you like a blanket as you practically drag the two of you towards the bedroom so you can get some much-needed sleep.

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Normally you wake up with Atsumu clinging to you like a koala on a eucalyptus tree, but by the time you blink awake, your boyfriend's side of the bed is cold.

The lack of warmth makes it all too easy to roll out of bed to find out where he has gone off to.

From the living room window, you see what looks like smoke coming from the backyard.

Is there a fire?

Worriedly, you rush out to see where the smoke is coming from. As soon as you open the door you hear a soft humming sound. Turning the corner you see that there was no fire, and there was no smoke. What you saw was steam.

Steam coming from the hot tub that your boyfriend is currently lounging in.

A hot tub that was definitely not there yesterday…

“So?” Your boyfriend asks sipping on a Mimosa.

“Atsumu Miya, did you seriously go out, by, and set up a hot tub yesterday?”

“ I got it for us,“ he smiles “I got some champagne too!”

“But, isn’t this expensive?” You ask looking at all of the jets, and water features. 

“When yer with me, ya sit in the lap of luxury.” He grins holding out a flute of fizzy champagne towards you. The steam from the hot tub clouds the glass but the drink does look refreshing. 

When you don’t immediately reach for the drink, there’s a look akin to panic that flashes in his eyes. “Do-do ya like it?” He asks nervously. 

The damn brakes and you laugh out loud. “ of course I like it, this is awesome.“

“I’m glad! I knew you’d love it.” He says Splashing out of the water towards you, the warm water sprinkling your pajamas, but you hardly care.

“ I saw how much you liked the hot tub when we stayed at that Air B&B a while back. You deserve nice stuff,” he says leaning over the edge to kiss you. His lips taste like orange juice and champagne, but you know that it’s not the alcohol talking.

“I love you so much.” You murmur

“If you love me, then how about you get in here with me?” He winks playfully at you. 

“If I have to,” you tease giving him a quick kiss and turning around to change.

“Where are you going?“ he says trying to grab your wrist. “ you can go in like that, if you’re worried about your pajamas just take them off.”

Your hand hits the water and splashes him playfully. “We have neighbors Tsumu.” you giggle running into the house to get changed.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay I'm writing aponi telling alastor about what happened.

Trigger warning: mentions of rape, violence, blood, depression, suicide.

The panic attack Aponi had the other day was by far the worst one she's had since she got down here.

All those memories.

50 years and she still wasn't healed from it.

How could she be?

Sometimes in her darkest hours she wondered if it was her fault.... maybe she had lead him on.... he had gotten her into drugs and drinking, and when she tried to be sober, all he did was berate her for it until one thing lead to another and in his own drunken state.....

Aponi shook her head and wiped the memories from it for now.

She fiddled with the choker she wore on her neck, gifted to her by Alastor the morning after her little episode.

She hadnt seen him since, and all she wanted to do was Apologize for what he saw.

She had promised herself she'd never let another person see her that vulnerable ever again, and of course the one who saw it was one of the most powerful beings down here.

Aponi wiped the tured from her eyes as she sat on the bar stool where husk was cleaning some shot glasses.

"You look like you need a beer," Husk offered.

"You know I don't drink. You have any coffee?" She asked as she yawned.

"Yea I do. Tough night?" Husk made conversation as he got her a mug of fresh coffee.

"Better than yesterday," she stated as she sipped the warm drink.

Angel walked into the room then, just getting back from work.

"Hey Angie. How was work?" Aponi asked as she sat up straight.

"Eh ya know how it is. Demons here, demons there. How was your night, toots?" He asked as he sat next to her on one of the other bar stools.

"Better than the other night. That's for sure," she replied as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Seems like it. Anyways. I gotta go. I'm tired as fuck. See ya later," Angel stated as he got up and walked to his room.

"What happened the other night?" Husk asked.

"Oh.. just a panic attack," Aponi replied. "Thanks for the coffee. Have you seen Alastor around?" She asked.

"Uh yeah. He went out this morning. Should be back at around noon," Husk answered.

"Okay. Thanks. I'll see you later!" Aponi called as she walked back to her room.

She was met with her support cat at the door, waiting for his food bowl to be filled.

She obliged, but when she walked across the floor she let out a hiss.

"Damnit. I thought I cleaned all the glass up!" She whispered to herself before hobbling over to her bed and sitting there to look at her foot.

A bit of blood spilled out of the wound when she removed the glass shard.

"I knew I smelled blood somewhere!" A staticky voice came from her door.

"Oh! Hey Alastor. Could you get me a wet paper towel from my bathroom?" Aponi asked.

Alastor raised an eyebrow before obliging.

When he was in there he examined her apartment.

All of the pictures she had recovered of herself from when she was alive had someone scratched out.

Alastor walked out with the paper towel and handed it to her.

A bit of blood had dropped onto the white rug she had there.

"You're going to need help with that rug!" Alastor exclaimed.

"Hm? Oh. Nah. I'll just run it under cold water and run it in the washing machine. No big whoop," Aponi replied.

The bleeding in her foot stopped and she stood up to get her vacuum, and a large bandaid.

"Oh no need for the vacuum, my dear!" Alastor exclaimed before snapping his fingers. "No more glass!"

"Thanks. A lot less work for me to do," she chuckled as she put the vacuum away.

"I see you've been wearing the gift I gave!" Alastor stated cheerily.

"Oh! Yeah. Thanks for that by the way... I'd also like to apologize," she stated.

"What for, darling?" He asked with a small head tilt.

"For the other day... you never should have had to see me like that," she explained.

"Oh don't worry! I quite enjoyed figuring out what you were upset about. The mark on your neck truly is strange," Alastor stated.

"Yes.... although the mark on my neck only triggered the memories," Aponi replied.

"Memories of what?" Alastor asked, his smile and tone remaining the same.

"Uh... would you like a drink or anything?" Aponi asked.

"Oh no thank you. I must ask, what made such a beautiful woman such as yourself want to hang herself?" Alastor asked.

Aponi stood there for a moment, thinking about what she should say.

She sighed and sat on her bed.

"If I tell you then you'd be the second person to know and that woykd have to stay that way," Aponi muttered.

"My word is my bond, darling Aponi!" Alastor exclaimed.

Aponi smiled sadly before taking a deep breath.

"I ran away from home with my boyfriend. I thought we'd be so happy together.... but then he started doing drugs, and drinking, and staying out late only to come home smelling like someone else.... then he got me into the drugs and drinking...." aponi started.

Alastor listened intently.

"After a few years it was ruining my health... so I decided I wanted to get clean and be sober. He never liked the idea but it's not like he stopped me... anyways... one night I was at home making dinner when he came in drunk and clearly on something.... I took him to our room to help clean him up bit when we got there he....." aponi stuttered a bit and trailed off.

"What happened, darling?" Alastor asked.

"He was bigger than me... and somehow with all the drugs and alcohol he was stronger too.... he pinned me down and...." she trailed off again as she remembered her own screams. "That night when he passed out on the bed I tied some of his old ties together and I hung myself.... I ended up down here because of it," she finished.

Alastor's smile had gotten darker and angrier.

"Well no worries dear! He can't hurt you down here!" Alastor exclaimed.

"Nope. But the memories can. You and Angel are the only ones who know," Aponi stated.

"Not to worry. Come with me! We can take a walk in the park!" Alastor exclaimed before hooking his qrm with hers and leading her away.

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

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“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

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Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

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Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

[chans-bad-girl]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a fic with channie about if you have a vagina with hair? cause, you know, it’s such a pain to shave/wax down there and it makes me insecure sometimes thinking boys won’t like it. thank you!

ahh I feel you on the part where it's a pain lol shaving is so annoying (in east asian culture I've actually picked up that they don't shave down there anyway so I think the real Chan or just most Korean celebrities wouldn't really bat an eyelash at it (?) lol)

PS: this kinda made me understand I'm not that good at hurt/comfort 😬 but enjoy

Closer

pairing: soft long distance bf! chris x afab yn

warnings: actually pretty soft ngl, creampie, penetrative sex, clitoral stimulation, a bunch of random touching, nipple play when you really hone in on the details, maybe one pet/nickname and also dirty talk but what is a smut fic without dirty talk?

chris' close friend hyunjin got married eight hours ago. he'd never met you, but as his best friend's plus one, you were treated like family: grand buffet packed with traditional korean dishes, unlimited champagne and wine, and the family-lounge away from all the third-cousins his parents invited for formality's sake.

hyunjin's 7-year-old niece caught the bridal bouquet, all stomaches were filled, and everybody sang their hearts out on the poor karaoke machine. in short: you had fun.

but after 4am, you arrive at the hotel, high-heeled shoes the first thing to come off, and you remove all the layers: hair pins, make up, dress, spanx.

chris takes off your necklace, fingers cold against your neck, and whispers, "haven't really had any one-on-one moments today, hm?"

you know where this is going but there’s a minor problem: you had to rush getting ready for the wedding because your flight was late, so you only shaved what the dress exposes.

you two haven’t seen each other in a month and during that time, between lectures and finals, you couldn’t have bothered less about your pubic hair. one less thing to do in the shower.

but now you regret it. because his leg presses between your hips from behind you, and his kisses have gotten wet.

“sorry, channie, but I haven’t shaved in…a bit. I can help you, and tomorrow I'll shave properly.”

“but I don’t care about that stuff, just want you close.”

"tomorrow, yea?" you sit on the bed and put your necklace on the nightstand.

he follows you like a lost puppy, keeping enough distance.

"I wouldn't judge you. especially not for something as small as that. hair is normal and I'm also not always shaved."

"I know...just wanna look good for you."

"alright selena gomez, can I love my girlfriend now?"

"what if I like it like that? a bit unruly?"

"yea?" you tilt your head and stare at his lips. maybe it really doesn't matter.

"yea. I like you in every single way." he trails a wet path of kisses down your neck, down to your collarbone. "and I also want to take you in every single way so if you won't let me love you I might have to kiss you until you're soaking and begging for me." now he comes closer, gaining confidence from the inquiry of your stare. maybe he should fuck that insecurity out of you.

"what if I want you to?"

"oh?" the smirk on his face only grows bigger when you shift to sit on his lap.

because he's right. you can trust him. you want and love each other and that's the only thing that matters right now.

"let me make you feel good, baby, huh?"

his forehead finds yours, and he swallows your little gasps and sighs that you respond to his touch with.

his hands trail up your thighs, then squeeze your waist. and when you tug at his shirt, he flips you onto your back.

"gosh, all night I couldn't wait. it's been way too long." he whispers in your ear, kisses your neck, tickles your cheeks with his curls.

slowly, he takes your shirt off. it tickles when cold air hits hair around your nipples, but chris is quick to replace that feeling with pleasure by twirling his tongue. and you wrap your legs around him.

it doesn't take long for the both of you to lie bare in front of each other, uncomfort long forgotten as the pulse between your legs allows no other thoughts than those of chris inside of you.

"please." your back archs as you close your eyes.

"please what, baby?" his lips brush against yours as he mumbles.

"please fuck me. now." you grab his girth and pump him a few times before aligning.

"so wet and demanding."

"already losing your mind, chan?"

"sight's too pretty." he winks with a smirk that turns into a drawn out hum when he enters your walls.

he's right. it's really been too long.

the second he starts thrusting, your hands are all over him: pressing on his back, sliding down his chest, massaging between his thighs.

he moves at a slow pace and fills you with only his tip, then with his whole shaft over and over.

and when he speeds up, he starts kissing you.

"you're gorgeous," he hushes against your lips. "don't shave just for me. if you want to, do it for yourself. but I shouldn't be the reason, yea?" his lips leave yours so he can look you in the eye at which a wave of warm tingles travels through your body.

the raised eyebrows and soft smile, his deep brown stare and the slow thrusts that have your bodies sticking in sweat: the man in your arms loves you and it's the best thing you've ever learned.

you don't give him an answer to his little question, but connect your lips instead, circling your hip in his rhythm. because you love him too with the same amount of care.

"besides, I think it's cute." chris trails a finger down your body - between your breasts down to your core - to circle it around your clit.

a moan escapes your lips and he drinks it right up.

but you don't last long with the double stimulation and the realization that you've built up way too much of this desire for the past months.

truth is, only he can make you feel this way.

"chan, I'm gonna cum." and even though he could already tell from your strong grip on his back and the loud moans, he finds it hard to control his own orgasm when you whimper out like that.

"then don't hold back. cum with me, y/n." his low whispers push you over the edge and the violent clenching of your core has you squeezing your eyes in bliss.

as a response to your spasms and whimpers, chris fills you with his cum as his whole shaft pushes into you.

but it isn't enough for him.

he hasn't seen you real fucked out since that one night out in that abandoned beach parking lot where he gave you seven orgasms four months ago, and right now he doesn't care who hears. he just wants to make you feel good. make up for the lost time.

"wanna find out just how good it can get?"

"yes, please."

[aestheticanimegirl15]

It's been to long

Pairing: Shoto × Mom reader 

Tw: mentions of arguments, breaking off engagement, single parenthood, angst in the beginning but ends happy.

So I have had this idea going around in my head. I honestly don't think I did justice but I hope you all like it!! Stay safe and beautiful!!✌🏻🌸🦋

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It's been two years since your engagement with Shoto broke off, and two years since you gave birth to your son. You had managed to scrape up enough money from your minimum wage job at a salon to buy a small house outside of town, away from the huge bustling city and to the quiet countryside. It was hard being a single mother but you managed. Besides, if other single moms could do it, so could you. You still think about him sometimes... when it was late at night and your son (who was a spitting image of him) was curled up against you, so you could protect him from the "monsters" under his bed. 

     You often thought of what he was up to and if he ever thought about you, did he have his eye on someone? Or was he still obsessed with filling out his father's selfish legacy. You scoffed lightly at the idea, him being one of the top 5 heroes in the city thinking about a "fling" he had when he was just starting? Yea highly unlikely. But it didn't stop you from wondering though, because even though you hate to admit it you still had some remaining feelings for him. 

  "Mommy?" You looked down at your son. His two toned eyes, one (y/c/e) and one that striking blue that you once loved, looking up at you. 

    "What is it baby?" You asked gently, pushing his bangs out of his face. Ryuu wiped his eyes with his small chubby hand before yawning 

   "Where's Daddy?" He asked, the word alone made you freeze, but you knew he was going to ask sooner or later and even though you mentally prepared yourself it still wasn't good enough. 

   "Well, Ryuu, um..... a long time ago, before you were born, he... he left me. We had a huge fight and, I had enough of it. So I went out on my own and....nine months later, I had you." You said truthfully looking at anything other than your son, because if you did you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears. It still hurt, even two years later when you thought you had gotten over him. 

   "Why? Didn't he love you?" He asked, his tiny voice echoing a little louder than it should in the small room. 

  " Aw baby…... yes he did. We were going to get married! But um…. he decided he wanted to focus on something else and he just stopped loving me….I guess…. You see, sometimes things like that happen. Sometimes even though you love someone things won't always work out." You tried your best to explain to the two year old about how things just sometimes didn't work out between people. But without knowing it he had fallen back asleep.

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   'God was hero work tiring' Shoto thought as he slipped off his shoes upon entering his house. He slipped off his coat and hung it on the wall and, tiredly, walked over to the couch and sat down. Shoto rubbed his temples harshly trying to fight back  the headache he could feel coming on when his necklace fell out from under his shirt. 

   The necklace was simply a small chain that he had slipped yours and his engagement rings on. He still remembered that night after the fight you two had and how you stormed out leaving your engagement ring he gave you on the coffee table with a small note. Shoto still remembered how he wished and prayed that he could take back all he had said so you would still be by his side. 

   He never meant any of it. He never meant that becoming a hero was more important than you. He never meant that he wouldn't care if you walked away. It almost broke him when you actually did walk away, in fact he still hasn't recovered from that night. 

      Shoto keeps replaying it in his mind every spare chance he gets, that's why now, he works as much as he can so he doesn't have to think about it. Not to mention his nightmares, that you had always seemed to chase away with light touches and soft words, had come back tenfold. He couldn't catch an hour of sleep before he would wake up in a cold sweat. Anyone could tell he was wearing himself out, but no matter how hard his friends tried, he just wouldn't take a break. 

     God he wishes he could feel you again, how you would kiss his scars and brush his hair back so you could look into his eyes better. 

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   "(y/n)!! You need a break!" Your sister hisses at you as you rush back and forth across the salon, rearranging bottles of shampoos,conditioners,oils, and other hair products you carried. Technically you should have been gone over an hour ago, but you just couldn't. For one one of the hairstylists called in sick and there was no refill for her, second….well second it was nearing the day you were supposed to have been married two years ago…. 

   "You know I can't sis, there is no one to fill in for Olive, and I need to keep….." you trailed off staring blankly at the bottle of gel you had in your hand. You hear your sister sigh heavily, she knew what you meant without you having to even say it, she was there for you throughout your whole pregnancy with Ryuu. She was the one who was there as you cried for hours on end because he looked exactly like Shoto.

   She walks up behind you and jerks the bottle of gel out of your hand and hastily puts it on the counter. Sighing heavily she crosses her arms and looks you over before grabbing your hand and starts pulling you, towards the door.

   "Wait! What about-" you hurriedly say trying to think of anything to make her stop but, she quickly interjects 

   "We are getting that little gremlin of yours and we-" she emphasizes the 'we' by gestures between you and her "-are going out." 

   "Blake I can't! Olive has 5 appointments in her book and she doesn't have a replacement!" You argued. But another hair stylist that was working interrupted 

  "I can take her place (Y/N) besides you haven't gone out in a while and I don't think you or any of us can stand another night of your kid being bored and begging you to go to the park." She stated looking around at the other stylist who all nodded their heads.

    Glaring lightly at her you sighed caving in. 

"Fine. But if any of you need me, call." you said looking at them before Blake squealed out a "Thanks you guys!" And pulls you out of the salon and into her car.

    "So is the gremlin in school or at moms?" Blake asked as she turned the engine over. You sighed as you buckled your seat belt "Mom's he wasn't feeling good this morning and I didn't think it was a good idea to let him go to school." 

     Blake hummed in agreement and started the drive over to your Mom's. Halfway there she let out a light sigh

  "You know his quirk should be showing soon." You let out a light groan at the thought. 

   "I know and it terrifies me." You reached your hand up to rub your eyes. "Because I have no clue what it's going to be. I don't know if it's going to be like mine or his.."Your quirk was simple enough to understand, you could create hallucinations and control dreams. Ryuu would always want you to make his dreams better when he had nightmares, and insisted you use hallucinations while you sang lullabies to him so he could see the story. 

    Blake lets out a huff "You know you can't keep doing this." 

   "Doing what?" You ask looking over at her 

   "This! It's been two years but you're still mourning over it like it was last week!" She says glancing over at you before she pulls into your mom's driveway. 

   "I know it's just.." You pull your knees up to your chest "..hard you know? I loved him so much and I just." You couldn't even finish your sentence before you checked up. Blake sighs and places a hand on your shoulder 

   "I know but you have a little gremlin in there who needs his mom. He doesn't need to see you depressed like this all the time." She sighs out and you wipe your eyes nodding. 

   "Yeah you're right." You say and Blake smiles brightly

  "Now get your nasty ass feet off my seat." She laughs and opens her car door. Laughing, you follow her motions and go into the two story house with her. Ryuu was sitting on the floor playing with a little toy dragon your mom had given him for his birthday. 

   Upon seeing you walk in he quickly abandoned the toy and ran over to you hugging your legs 

   "Mommy!" He screams and you chuckle bending down to pick him up, giving him a proper hug before balancing him on your hip. 

   "Hey baby!" You say looking down at the little two toned hair child. "Are you feeling better?" You ask using your hand to check his forehead for any signs of the fever he had that morning.

   "Yep nana made me feel better!" He says looking over to your mom. You smile and mouth a thank you to your mom before setting your son down. 

   "Good because we are going to the park today." You say and chuckle as Ryuu's face lights up. 

   "Really!?" He exclaims looking over to your sister who nods and he laughs and hugs you again. 

   "Thank you!" He screams and runs to grab his toys. You stand back up and smile watching as he tries to grab too many toys his arms couldn't hold. You turn to your mom to say something before you hear your sister gasp and grab your arm.  Turning quickly you say that Ryuu had dropped his toys and was looking at his hands, one which had a little pile of ice in it and the other which held a small flame. 

You suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. Your hand flew to your chest as you finally caught your breath. Ryuu looked up at you confused before looking back at his hands.

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Getting days off as a pro hero were rare. So when Shoto's agency called him saying that he had a day off he was suspicious. Deku probably had a say in it and probably told his agency about him not getting enough sleep. Huffing Shoto walks around his apartment looking for something to do. He had to get his mind off today, he had to. After walking around for what seemed like hours he still couldn't find anything to keep his mind off. Rubbing the dark circles under his eyes he sighed heavily. 

   Maybe a walk would get his mind off everything and if it didn't he would at least be near a library or something. Walking over to his door he slipped on some shoes, grabbed his keys even though he didn't particularly need them, and walked out into the bright spring sun.

      Shoto then just started walking without a particular destination, he had to stop a couple times to give little kids and teens his signature or take a picture with them. He of course put on a charming smile for them making the girls melt but they didn't know the pain underneath. 

     He kept walking and eventually found himself at a park, children laughing with their parents in the background, groups of teens laughing and pushing each other around, elderly couples sitting on benches.            Shoto found an empty bench underneath a  tree and sat down watching as a little girl jumped onto her dad's back laughing loudly. He smiled slightly at the scene before pulling his necklace out from underneath his shirt and started to stare at your ring dangling from the chain. 

   He played with the ring remembering how excited and nervous he was when he took you to the first place you met before bending down on one knee. Taking a shaky breath he quickly put the necklace back underneath his shirt. Shoto was so wrapped up in his head he didn't notice you playing with your son until a ball rolled to his feet. 

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     You watched as Ryuu ran to go get the ball he didn't catch. Smiling you had sat down so you could make a little flower crown for the little gremlin. As you wove the stems together you never noticed Ryuu walking back over to you, one hand holding the ball the other holding a hand that engulfed his own. It wasn't until your son let go of the man's hand and rushed over to you that you even looked up. 

    Once you did your heart stopped, standing in front of you was Shoto, the very man you were trying to forget all day. You were about to say something before Ryuu started pulling on your shirt before pointing at Shoto

  "Mommy look I found someone with the same quirk as me!" He laughs loudly jumping up and down. You smile and set down the unfinished flower crown

  "That's great sweetie, how about you go play." You say pointing over to the swings. Ryuu nodded and ran off to the swings at full speed. Standing up you brushed the dirt off yourself before looking up at Shoto. Your heart ached, he looked like living hell compared to the last time you saw him 2 years ago. He had dark circles under his eyes and you could tell he had been overworking himself.

   "So, what brings you here?" You ask, crossing your arms looking up at the tall man. He had grown a couple more inches since his days at U.A. 

   "Oh um I just needed to take my mind off of hero work and everything." He says looking down, not even looking in your eyes. You hummed in response before looking over at your son. Shoto noticed and looked over too. You could tell the gears were working overtime in his head. 

   "If you are wondering, he is yours. I never got with anyone else after um well you know." You sighed glancing over at Shoto. He froze on the spot, when you two were together you both never brought up the subject of having kids together. You had always avoided the subject because you knew of Shoto's childhood and had always thought he would never want kids of his own because of it. 

   "He-he is?" He stuttered and you chuckled dryly. 

   "Yep. Even has your quirk." You reply watching as Ryuu got off the swing so a little girl could get on it. 

   "Wha-what's his name?" Shoto asks, looking over at you, making you turn to face him. 

   "Ryuu." You say with a small smile. Shoto nods, letting out a shaky breath.

   "Shoto, I just want to let you know that um, I'm sorry for what happened between us. I shouldn't have stormed out like that." You say looking down, Shoto's eyes widen at this and he takes a step forward putting his hand on your shoulder. 

   "It's not your fault (Y/N) I was the one who started the fight. I should be the one to blame, I pushed you away and you had every right to leave." Shoto says looking over to Ryuu "I just wish you had told me you were pregnant." He says looking down "I would have helped you through it even though we broke up." 

    Tears start to blur your vision and a sad smile grace's your lips. You reach up and cup the side of Shoto's face.

    "Oh Shoto, I didn't even know until a few weeks after. I just thought I had caught a cold but when I went to the doctor they said it wasn't a cold and that I was pregnant. I didn't know what to do, but one thing was certain I was going to keep and raise it." You said and Shoto suddenly hugged you tightly. You closed your eyes and hugged him back taking in his smell, a mix of cool peppermint and a warm fire.

    "Do you think we could get back together? Would it even work out?" You hear him whisper. You pull away from the hug and cup both sides of his face. Shoto leans into your hands, closing his eyes, enjoying your touch.

    "Yeah, I think it will work out. Besides, Ryuu needs his father in his life." You say tears flowing down your face. Shoto breaths heavily before scooping you back up into his arms and twirling you around. 

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A year after you and Shoto got back together you finally married him. Ryuu was the ring carrier and everything was picture perfect. You moved your salon business closer to the city and within a reasonable driving distance. Shoto continued his hero work but for a new reason instead of his father's selfish legacy. Ryuu now had his father in his life, and despite Shoto's doubts he was the best father ever.

     You sat on the back porch in a rocking chair watching as Shoto and Ryuu played. You looked down to your stomach, rubbing the baby bump you had been growing for 5 months. Everything was perfect. In a couple months Ryuu would have a sibling and you would have to deal with sleepless nights again. At least this time you weren't doing it alone. You had Shoto to help you and everything couldn't be more perfect.

[emmyhem]

stormy fears & feelings (l.r.h)

a/n: hey everyone! here’s “stormy fears & feelings”, this is a nonfamous au with roommate!luke. (unedited as usual) this was really fun to write, i intended for it to be short and sweet but i ended up writing for longer than i had originally planned. anyway, i hope you enjoy and are having a great day/night/whatever. i appreciate any and all feedback, and as always my messages are always if you want to chat or anything :) thank youuuu - emmy <33

pairing: roommate!luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: a thunderstorm leaves you awake and scared, and going to your standoffish roommate, who you happen to have an extremely inconvenient crush on for comfort may be your only option to get a good night of sleep. 

warning(s): cursing, extremely minor injury, minor angst if you squint

word count: 5k

It really was an awful idea. In any other case it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind, but you had been on edge all week for no specific reason and thunderstorms had always spooked you. 

The storm had started unexpectedly. If you had known earlier you would have ran to the store to buy Nyquil before going to bed, but with it sneaking up on you, you were huddled under your blankets, eyes squeezed impossibly tight in hopes to drown out the loud crashes and blinding flares of light flooding your bedroom window. 

When the thought originally passed through your head it was more of an internal sarcastic remark than a possible solution. 

 I mean, you had been living with your roommate, Luke for over 4 months now, but you weren’t really friends. You would occasionally chat with him if you were both up and about around the apartment, which was pretty rare seeing as Luke seemed to avoid you for the most part. Hurrying out of a room when you entered, ending conversations quickly, and always being conveniently busy when you had attempted to make plans to get to know each other better. Your living arrangement had only come to be because you had heard through a friend he was looking for a roommate at the same time that you had happened to be on the lookout for a new place. Your relationship consisted mainly of half-hearted greetings and subtle avoidances of each other. So, going to him for comfort wasn’t a viable option to soothe your nerves. 

Even if you did, what would you expect him to do? 

Sit up with you? No, not when you knew he had to wake up early for work. 

Talk you down? He wouldn’t even know what to say in the first place, your typical conversations were made up of checking if there was still coffee, or deciding whose turn it was to do the dishes. 

Offer up a space in his bed? Absolutely not. That was the most unthinkable of them all. If it wasn’t for the fact that Luke had always seemed pretty adamant with his personal space, sometimes tensing up if you even sat too close to him on the couch. Your annoying and inconvenient crush that had started the day you moved in, just wouldn’t allow the two of you to be in such close quarters without your heart racing and your head dizzying.  

It was out of the question, end of discussion. 

With that being said it only took one more boom of thunder to have you shoot up from your bed and pad quietly into the hallway, with fuzzy sock clad feet and a large quilt wrapped tightly around your shoulders. 

You stared at his bedroom door hesitantly until the next strike, during which you knocked ever so lightly and muttered a soft,

 “Luke,”

After a minute and no reply you resorted to giving up on your plan and heading to the kitchen to drink a cup of tea, in hopes it may help. The idea was good enough, but you had failed to consider the noise that comes along with it. And as if the whistling of the kettle and clattering of the mugs wasn’t enough, the next roar of thunder sent you into a shock causing you to stub your toe on the corner of the cabinet and let out a pained yelp. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and sunk to the floor to assess the damage as you heard rustling and a door opening from the hall. 

Luke was in the kitchen in a matter of seconds, his long legs carrying him there within just a few steps. He hit a light switch, causing the kitchen to glow a dim yellow. 

“Y/n, you alright?” he grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he approached your crouched position on the floor. 

“Yea, yea I’m okay. Sorry, I woke you up.” you responded, mentally kicking yourself for causing such a disruption. 

“S’alright. What’s goin’ on? Why are you up?” he spoke, offering you a hand to pull yourself up. 

You accepted it, trying your hardest to ignore how warm it felt, and how easily it enveloped your own as you returned to your feet. 

“Uh, I just had a hankering for chamomile.” you lied. You really should’ve thought this through. Now that he was standing in front of you, admitting your fear of thunderstorms seemed daunting. You were an adult for chrissakes, an adult that was left shaking at the mere thought of a considerably common weather phenomenon.  

His eyebrows tugged in confusion as he glanced between you and the kettle. 

“Did you knock at my door a couple minutes ago?” he questioned as you watched the window over the sink nervously. 

Your eyebrows raised a bit at the inquiry.

“Thought I heard something, but then I figured I must’ve just imagined it. Y’know, woken myself up.” he continued. 

“Um, yep that was me.” you admitted, turning your back to him in hopes to hide your embarrassment. 

“So, was there a reason, or?” 

“Right, yea a reason.” you paused, searching for an excuse in your drowsy and distracted brain. “I wondered if you wanted a cup.” 

“In the middle of the night?” your subconscious deadpanned as your face scrunched in displeasure. 

You turned back around to face him, holding a mug out for him. 

Confusion and a glint of amusement was painted across his features as he spoke, 

“You wanted to know if I wanted a cup of tea,” he peeked at the clock behind you. “at 2:30 in the morning?” 

As you opened your mouth to defend your admittedly bad excuse another crash of thunder rumbled from the sky, causing your body to jump in fear and your hand to release its grip on the ceramic mug. Luke took a step back just in time as it shattered to pieces on the floor. 

You brought two shaky hands to your face and pressed yourself against the cabinet, cowering as far back as possible. 

“Hey, s’okay. It’s just thunder.” Luke said, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You peeked out through your hands before dropping them from your face all together. 

Realization sparked on his face as your eyes met his. 

“Are you afraid of thunderstorms?” Despite his tone being soft, sweet even, you were sure he was making fun of you. 

“I-uh, no. No I’m not.” you rushed out, attempting to push past him and scurry into your bedroom. 

“Y/n, the glass.” he warned, his grip on your shoulder tightened, not allowing you to move. 

“Was that why you knocked earlier?” 

You nodded, hesitantly your eyes dropping to the floor. 

“I don’t know why, I just- thunderstorms have freaked me out since I was little and I normally would take something to help me fall asleep, but I didn’t have anything and...I shouldn’t even have tried to wake you up in the first place, there’s nothing you could do and we aren’t even friends or anything. Probably don’t even like me, I mean you can hardly even stand to be in the same room as me. Anyways I’ll be fine, lemme clean this up and then i’ll just head to my ro-” you rambled, not even pausing to take a breath. 

“You think I don’t like you?” he interrupted. 

Fuck. Was the scare so intense oxygen had been cut off from your brain? Why would you say all that? He didn’t need to know that you took notice of the fact that he avoided your company like the plague. 

Instead of responding you opted for grabbing the dustpan, the sooner the floor was clean the sooner you could get back to your room. Where you would sit awake in fear, by yourself for the rest of the night, no doubt replaying this embarrassing interaction over and over again. 

Luke stood seemingly frozen as you kneeled down beside him attempting to gather the broken shards, which was proving to be difficult with such shaky hands. 

With another bolt of lightening your hand shuddered and slipped from the brush, hitting a shard and slicing a thin cut on the pad of your pointer finger. 

“Shit” you hissed, dropping the dustpan to examine the tiny gash. 

Luke’s head snapped in your direction, eyes immediately filling with concern. 

“Ow” you whined quietly. 

He dropped down next to you and took the finger into his hands. 

“You should clean this out, I’ll finish this up.” he nodded to the remaining glass. 

“I can get it.” you protested. “You should get to bed, you have to work tomorrow.” you continued, making your way to the sink. 

“So do you.” he responded flatly, already finishing up cleaning as you looked around for a band aid. When you finally located the box of bandages Luke was behind you. 

“Lemme see.” he said, taking one from the box while he examined your finger. 

You watched his face intently as he carefully wrapped your cut with squinted eyes and a small pout. 

You had never seen Luke during the night. There was a certain softness to him that was completely foreign to you, one that made the thought of cuddling into him seem far too appealing for your liking. 

“I do like you, y/n.” he broke you out of your thoughts, uttering it so quietly you thought you may have imagined it. 

You nodded in acknowledgement, not knowing how to respond without further embarrassing yourself. 

“I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t” 

At this point he had finished bandaging you up which made the fact that he was still standing a mere inches apart from you with his hand wrapped around yours, all the more affecting. 

“M’sorry I even brought it up, I’m just tired cause of the storm, and apparently I lose a filter with no sleep.”

His hand lightly squeezed yours as you spoke, and the butterflies that erupted in your stomach as he did so told you it was time to go back to your room. You gingerly tugged your hand away, ignoring the way Luke’s expression faltered when you did. 

“I’m sorry again, about all of this. You should get some sleep.” 

“Will you be able to?”

“I’ll be fine, one night of lost sleep is hardly the end of the world.” you responded, taking a step towards the hallway. Luke caught your arm before you got far. 

“Yea, but you lose your filter when you're tired, you said it yourself.” A small grin grew on his face as he continued. “Can’t have you spilling all your secrets tomorrow.” 

Was he joking around with you? 

Before you could stop it, a pleased smile appeared on your face. This was new. You didn’t even know he had a sense of humor, he had never attempted to share it with you before. 

“I’m sure I can control myself.” you returned, attempting to go once more. Of course, his voice stopped your movements within a second. 

“Y/n, let me help. How can I help?” 

The plausible reasoning for his sudden generosity was that he was feeling guilty or maybe even embarrassed that you were under the impression he didn’t like you. But that didn’t stop your entire body to warm at the offer. 

“There’s really not much to do.” you started. “I think the only reason I knocked in the first place is because I’m used to having some company when I get scared. Big family, y’know there was never a shortage of beds I could crawl into.” 

“Company!” he repeated, eyes lit up. “I can do that. I have it on very good authority that I’m an excellent cuddler.” 

Your body froze at his words. He couldn’t be serious, right? There’s no way he had any interest in that, even if it was just for your sake. 

He must’ve noticed your tenseness at the proposition because before you got a chance to respond, a bright red blush overtook his cheeks and he squeaked out, 

“Or the floor, I could always take the floor. I mean company can be just my presence in the room, I guess. If you want.” 

“No. I mean-um, I could go for a cuddle.” you heart answered before your brain got the chance to interfere. 

He smiled at you warmly. 

“Alright then.” 

You had never been into Luke’s room before, I mean not really. Sometimes you would sit his laptop in there if he had left it out or lay a sweatshirt of his on the foot of the bed but you had never actually been inside. It was slightly messy, there was a pile of clean, unfolded laundry on a desk chair, and a few empty water bottles scattered around but for the most part it was clean. On his bed the blankets were strewn about from where he must’ve been sleeping earlier, a pile of pillows stacked high on the right side, and it could’ve just been how tired you were but you had never wanted to crawl into a bed more. 

“I like your room.” you whispered, as he spread the pillows out more evenly across the top of the mattress. 

“Why’re we whispering?” 

“It’s nighttime.” 

“Y/n, we’re the only people who live here and we’re both awake.” he teased, laughing while shaking his head. 

“Oh, right.”

He gestured a hand to the bed, “Ladies first.” 

Hesitantly you sat, your back pressed against the mound of pillows Luke had compiled for you, shortly after he took a seat next to you, leaving a few inches of space between your legs. You looked down to your lap, aware of how awkward of a position the two of you were in, neither knowing how to go about this. Luke spoke first, 

“Are you warm enough?” 

“Yea, thanks.” 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response. “Do you wanna watch something?” 

“M’pretty tired.” you replied. “We should probably just go to sleep.” 

“Yeah, right.” he nodded, watching you. 

It seemed he was waiting for you to get comfortable, like he didn’t want to push any boundaries that you weren’t ready to cross. 

Unsurely you scooted your body down in the bed till you were fully horizontal, took one more glance at Luke and then turned your back to him, pulling the duvet up over your shoulders. With his blanket pulled up just under your nose you subtly breathed in the pine and vanilla aroma that you recognized as his body wash. You’d never admit to it but occasionally you’d spend a little extra time in the shower inhaling the fresh scent. 

A dip in the mattress told you that Luke had laid down and within a few minutes you were sure he was sleeping again. You were feeling a bit more calm, trying your hardest to ignore every loud crash of thunder and instead focus on counting the seconds between each soft breath Luke exhaled. 

Just as a drowsy haze began to come over you, straining your eyelids and fogging up your brain a particularly alarming rumble broke the silence causing your body to jerk and your breath to catch. Luke grumbled quietly beside you and you could feel him rolling around. As you opened your mouth to apologize for waking him a warm hand slipped just under the hem of your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto the bare skin of your hip. Your body tightened at the unexpected contact and you strained your neck to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Luke,”

“Go to sleep, m’right here.” he mumbled without even opening his eyes. 

You faced back around but placed a hand over his and removed it from your body. This must’ve worried Luke because he pushed himself up on his elbow, eyes blinking open as you turned to face him. 

“Was that not good? I’m sorry, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” he rambled through a defense. 

“No,” you shushed, pressing a hand to his chest to lightly push him back down. “s’good.” you assured while pulling his arm over your body as you tucked yourself into his chest. Your bodies were completely flush in this new position. “This is better.” you murmured, your nose bumping his chest as you made yourself comfortable. 

He hummed softly in agreement, his hand finding its way to your hair, cupping the back of your head. 

Sleep was sweeping over you fast like this, the sound of Luke’s heartbeat drowning out any daunting noise coming from outside. Not to mention that anytime your body so much as twitched Luke’s arms would tighten around you ever so slightly as if to assure he was still there with you. 

When the sun had risen you woke up to the sound of soft snores, and the feeling of tiny puffs of air on your forehead. As you tried to roll over and stretch your limbs you found your legs were tangled with someone else’s and your cheek was practically glued to the faded grey cotton that adorned your roommate’s chest. 

“Luke.” you called, using your hand to shake him awake.

“Shh” he whined, repositioning you both so your back was snug against his chest. 

“We have work.” you mumbled, trying to squirm out of his hold. It proved ineffective as he just tightened his arms around your stomach. 

He grumbled something incoherently that sounded an awful lot like “No, stay with me please. So warm.” but that couldn’t have been it. Right? 

Afraid he would dig himself further into this hole of sleepy deliriousness, you began to rouse him, prying yourself out of his arms and promising him a hot cup of coffee if he met you in the kitchen within ten minutes. 

You quickly washed your face, brushed your hair and teeth and made your way to the kitchen to fix two cups of coffee. Luke stumbled out of his bedroom just a few minutes later, his eyes squinted under the natural light flooding the windows and he seemed to almost glide across the tile until you and his coffee were in arm’s reach. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” you greeted in a teasing tone, pushing the mug across the counter to him. 

He hummed and took two large sips before turning his attention fully to you. 

“G’morning, did you sleep okay?” 

“Yeah, I actually did.” you affirmed. “Thank you for everything last night, Luke.” you rested your hand over his on the countertop, squeezing it once lightly to express your gratitude. 

When you pulled it away Luke’s eyes lingered over where your hand had previously been before he dragged his gaze up to meet your eyes. 

He released a deep sigh before speaking, “Happy to help, I’m honestly glad the storm happened.” 

“Happy to see me scared shitless, are we Hemmings?” 

He laughed through a denial, leaning forward to press his forehead on your shoulder where your loose fitting shirt had slipped. 

Your posture straightened as your stomach tied itself in knots, each one tightening with every exhale that brushed your bare skin. 

“No, I’m just glad that we can finally y’know, be-” 

“Friends.” you cut off. Because that’s what you would be, you had to remind yourself. You wouldn’t have Luke’s bed to crawl into every night. You wouldn’t have his firm chest under your palms each morning, or his hands tangled in your hair. Especially not in the way you really wanted them. 

Luke pulled off of you like he had been electrically shocked. 

“Friends” he repeated, and if you weren’t so busy pitying yourself you may have heard the subtle lilt in his voice that caused the word to come out as more of a question than a statement. 

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and as the minutes passed this interaction was starting to feel more like the ones you typically had with Luke. 

“We should get ready for work, you have to go soon.” he spoke up, already walking away. 

“We should do something tonight.” you suggested. This is what you were afraid of, you had grown attached already. “Maybe watch something or, I don’t know.” Anything to be near you again. 

“I won’t be home.” he clipped, closing his bedroom door behind him. 

It really was an awful idea.

You hurried through your morning routine, carefully selecting any time you had to leave your bedroom to avoid bumping into Luke. What had gone wrong? Had the word friends spooked him? If that was the case, what would he have done if he found out what you really wanted to say? 

Either way you left feeling confused and rejected, so quickly you didn’t even realise you had forgotten your car keys until you were on the sidewalk outside your complex. 

“Shit.” you cursed, turning on your heel and storming back in the building. 

Once you had expertly made your way back inside the apartment and retrieved your keys, being as quiet as humanly possible to not alert Luke to the fact that you had re-entered, you were halfway out the door when the utterance of your name froze your movements. 

“She just left for work.” 

Luke must’ve been on the phone, but why was he talking about you? Curiosity got the best of you and you quietly shut the door with you on the inside, work could wait. 

“Because, Cal that’s not what she wants.” he sighed.

He was talking to Calum? The only friend you shared, and the connection through which you got a room here in the first place. 

“She wants to be my friend and I can’t do that. Not with her.” 

“Why not?” you whispered to yourself, taking a step further inside to hear him better. 

“No, it’s not better than nothing at all. I can’t be her friend ‘cause anytime she’s near me all I can think about is kissing her.” 

Your stomach dropped at his words and a small gasp escaped your mouth. All the dots began adding up in your head. The avoiding? Well he had just explained that, and honestly it was the best excuse you’d ever heard. His behavior last night? You had caught him with his guard down, he was forced to let you in. His sudden annoyance at the word friends this morning? You had shot him down and you hadn’t even realized it. You liked Luke, and he actually liked you back.

“Actually, avoiding does work.” he continued, breaking you from your thoughts. 

You could hear the mumble of Calum’s response but unfortunately couldn’t make out any of the words. 

“Last night was an exception, she was all cute and scared. There’s no way I could’ve turned her away. I’ll go right back to avoiding, and things’ll go back to normal. Suffer in silence, I’m telling you it works.” 

That’s not what you wanted, not at all. The creak of floorboards alerted you to Luke’s approaching and you hastily snuck out the front door, your mind running through possible solutions the whole way to your car. 

Luke hadn’t lied when he said he wouldn’t be home, which meant he was taking this whole avoiding thing seriously. It was 1:30 am and you were still up waiting for him, your seat at the dining room table was losing its appeal as your back cramped in pain. The original plan you had concocted in the hours you spent daydreaming about him at work was to wait up for him, lure him into a movie night and make a move while the two of you were cuddled up on the couch. You hadn’t planned for him to be out this late though, and in all honesty you were starting to worry. You hoped he was just crashing at a friend’s, you hoped he wasn’t alone, you really hoped he wasn’t with another girl. 

Discouraged, you moved your pity party into your bedroom, flopping onto your bed and groaning loudly into a pillow. You rolled onto your back, wasting time by counting the blades of the ceiling fan in each slow rotation. 

You were at 231 in your counting when you heard the front door open followed by the clambering of footsteps. You perked up and angled your ear towards the hall. 

“Please be alone. Please be alone. Please be alone.” you repeated quietly to yourself as the steps got closer. From the light protruding the crack under your bedroom door, you saw the shadow of a figure approach. You held your breath in anticipation of the knock you figured was coming. A few minutes passed, nothing came, and soon enough the shadow disappeared and Luke retreated to his bedroom. 

You stared out your window and for the first time in your life found yourself hoping for a storm. The sky was clear, hardly a cloud in sight, and the moonlight was warm and prominent. It would look so pretty on Luke’s face right now, all soft eyes and drowsy expressions. 

It seemed a shame to sleep by yourself, he was just across the hall, the promise of his warm embrace taunting you. 

You huffed in exasperation and jumped to your feet, “Here goes nothing.” 

You didn’t bother being quiet as you advanced to his door, leaving three heavy knocks on the worn oak. 

You could hear him shuffling inside and then the intimidating creak of the hinges, revealing him to you. 

“Are you okay?” he questioned sluggishly, his body slumping against the door frame.

“Can I sleep in here?” you asked instead of answering. No time to waste here. 

“Um, it’s not storming?” 

“I know. Can I?”

“Is there a reason?” he breathed, his heavy eyes drifting down your face to land unabashedly on your lips, which you were chewing in anxiousness.

“I have a crush on you.” you blurted, causing him to shoot up from his languid lean. 

“What?” 

“I have this big stupid crush on you. I have ever since I moved in but I thought you hated me because you always avoided me, but now I know that you like me too and I don’t see the point in us sleeping in separate beds anymore.” you continued, your eyes glued to a dip in the hardwood floor. 

“How did you ev-” 

“I heard you on the phone with Calum earlier.” you interrupted to explain, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I swear I wasn’t spying or anything, I forgot my keys.” 

Without saying a word Luke stepped to the side allowing you entrance. You shuffled past him but didn’t make it far before his hand caught your forearm and smoothly tugged you a mere inches from him. 

He spoke through heavy breaths, eyes flitting to your own as you faced him for the first time since your declaration. 

“You like me?” 

You could only nod, your brain completely fogged by the close proximity. 

His eyes fell from your eyes to your now bitten lips, “Can I?” he sighed as his hand found your chin, thumb brushing the skin timidly. 

“Y-yea” you agreed, leaning into his touch. 

He closed the gap between you with a gentle press of his lips, his hand slowly dragging up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake until it was tangled in your hair. As you relaxed into his hold his movements became more fervent, his tongue begging for entrance which you allowed when your mouth fell open with a flustered sigh. 

Luke stumbled backward dragging you along with him until the back of his calves met the foot of the bed and he dropped to sit on the edge, you standing between his legs. You pulled apart to breath and he spoke raggedly, 

“My heart…” he trailed off catching his breath. 

“What?” you muttered. 

“Feel it.” he continued, taking your hand and pressing it to his heart which you could feel thumping rapidly through the warmth of his skin. 

You laid your forehead against the top of his head, moving both of your hands to your own chest. 

“Me too.”

He tugged on your sweatshirt until you were seated securely on his knee, his hands grasping at your waist. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” he drawled before he began alternating pecks, and light nibbles down your neck until he reached the spot he could feel your pulse thrumming from. He lets his lips rest there for a while and reveled in the fact that you were just as affected as him. He pulled away when you spoke up.

“Where were you tonight?”

“Moped around Calum’s place until he kicked me out, told me I needed to deal with my shit.” he answered, the hand he was resting on your upper thigh caressing the skin through your pajama pants.

“I heard you outside my door earlier.” you admitted leaning into his side. 

“I came home with every intention of telling you but I chickened out.”

“What would you have told me?” you wondered aloud. 

“That I like you, and that last night was amazing. That I don’t want to sleep without you again if I don’t have to.” 

Luke took notice of the fact that your eyelids were drooping as he talked and began to scoot you both back in the bed as he continued.

He watched in awe as you curled into his side. 

“Up for a breakfast date tomorrow, love?” he asked, pulling the blanket over you both. 

“Yes, please.” you agreed, laying your palm flat against the warmth radiating from his stomach. 

“So what should we do with your room?” Luke said drowsily, sleep beginning to creep up on him as well.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, you won’t be needing it anymore since you’re moving in here.” he comments casually, pushing your hair out of your face with soft movements.

You laugh lightly but it’s drowned by the yawn that slips out when you respond. 

“In your dreams, Hemmings.” 

“If I’m lucky.” he replied, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “Goodnight y/n.” 

“Night, Lu.” 

[kimnamshiks]

Show Me A Good Time

Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader (ft. voyeur Minho)

Genre: Smut, Light humor

Rating: Explicit

WC: 2.2k+

Tags: Smut, accidental voyeurism turned voyeurism, light humor 

Summary: Seeing you make his best friend so happy never ceases to make him happy and vice versa. He loves seeing love in all forms; though this may be seeing you and Hyunjin’s love just a bit too much to be appropriate. Maybe Minho will remember to close his doors fully next time.

"Hyu-- Honey.." your soft voice filtered up into the air along with an airy moan, echoing.

"Yeah? Is it good?" Hyunjin's voice answered yours in a low tone. “That good? Baby my sheets are getting so dirty because of you~”

Minho was confused, groggy from sleep. The clock glared an obnoxious light of numbers, changing to 3:01 am. Was he dreaming? Maybe he's in a weird alternative middle ground again or something… It wasn't often he would have suggestive dreams regarding his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. But it can happen; seeing them be so cute and happy together with the silly banter, inappropriate comments do happen also. The soft, slick sounds of kissing and slurping on the other hand were too high and sharp to be his dream-lagged mind. (Possibly… He does have a habit of daydreaming) He rubbed at his eyes as he was going to get up but a sharp moan stopped him in his tracks.

His eyesight came into a sharp focus towards the bathroom since it was between the rooms connecting them both in a roommate suite. His door was slightly ajar as Hyunjin's was open. Completely open with a reflection of the bedside lamp, Hyunjin’s room was … Giving Minho a full view of the activity going on with you and Hyunjin.

Of you two in bed preparing to fuck. Heavens why did you two have to go at it at this hour? Do you two not know how to sleep?

You were breathless against the gray cotton sheets, body shiny with a thin layer of sweat in a sweet arch that he didn’t think was comfortable but you could care less about. Another moan rippling from your lips as your legs slid further down on the bed. Hyunjin himself just seemed to be in his boxers for the time being but his body also had a layer of sweat to match, hair wet, and sorta curled up at the ends. A shift and you moaned hard for him.

Fading pink and mostly blonde hair shifted as the male lifted his head to tilt it innocently. “You have to be quiet sweetheart. Do I need to keep your mouth occupied?” 

A view of your head thrown back from the pleasure Hyunjin was giving between your legs, his grip tight enough on the inner part of your thighs. The way your hips tried to roll against the male’s face or fingers but was stopped when his grip adjusted to press your hips against the bed more. Minho could tell Hyunjin was looking up at your face with that grin he loved to use when he was particularly enjoying the torture. The blonde didn’t have his mouth on you right now in combination, for the fingers quickly going in and out of your wet core were doing wonders he was guessing. He mentally thought how long Hyunjin was down there lapping at the juices coating his hand. Or if Hyunjin has already made you cum once or twice.

“Maybe if you would just… Fuckin’ gimme..” Your voice waivers from another plunge of Hyunjin’s fingers into you, gripping his free hand to immediately shove a couple of fingers into your mouth.

The male’s mouth dropped open at the same time Hyunjin spluttered your name in a whimper. You flicked your tongue around three of his fingers sloppily, slurping and making Hyunjin stop to focus on punishing your mouth. You took it in stride as more spittle fell onto your chest with a muffled groan. He pressed down harshly to make you open your mouth wide, even rubbing the pad of his fingers onto your tongue.

“Mm ready Hyunnie. M’ready now.'' He watched you plead, in that whiny voice you reserve to try and get what you want once your mouth was free. 

The male mimicked you as he sat up to look down at you. He demanded you to say it again. With lips shiny from spit your mouth opened again to repeat yourself. And again. And again, the tone turned just that tad more demanding that Minho’s own body heated up in response.

Minho always caved under it no matter what you asked for when you got petulant. (He was weak for you and he believed his best friend knew it too.) This was going in his spank bank, he’ll feel guilty about it later. He slid his hand into his boxers and gripped himself, biting his lip hard to keep his noise of satisfaction at bay, realizing he was already leaking enough pre-cum to make the slide against his dick easier. He should feel guilty but right now he was too hard, his mind on wanting to watch you two until the end.

“Are you darling? Think you’re soaked enough?” a hummed out question, probably rhetorical. Hyunjin didn’t even let you answer before he continued, “Maybe you can have it now if you ride me pretty. Can you do that?”

Minho gyrated his hips into his hand lightly, eyes taking in everything as you pulled your boyfriend in for a deep kiss. Groans and whimpers being swallowed by each other. Fuck… What he wouldn't give to see you on top of his cock, letting him sink deep into the most intimate parts of your beautiful body and carve his shape in. Kiss and mark your skin besides Hyunjin’s finger bruises.

Hyunjin pulled back with a satisfied sigh at your drenched core and brought his hand down to his aching dick to ready himself. Wrapping his fingers to coat around the dripping head, down the slight curve to the base for a quick squeeze with a harsh moan of your name. Both you and Minho watched; you more so turned on and ready but he did more to assess it.

Not to say his best friend has a pretty dick… But Minho thinks it’s a pretty dick to match his pretty best friend indeed. So pretty he wondered if you were going to stretch your lips around it.

Do you deep throat? Do you tease with kisses and avoid his arousal completely? Would you let Hyunjin fuck your mouth as you gag with spittle and cum sliding down your face? Or maybe you two kiss after you take his load?

He was glad his free hand was in front of his face due to holding back a whimper. His hips kicking into the tight fist of his hand, his eyes were drinking in your frame as you sink slowly onto Hyunjin’s lap, thighs drenched in your juices that the squelching sound echoed loudly.

“Nngh-- Finally I’ve been waiting for this all day. It’s so good.”

Your hands glide up your body with the first roll of your hips onto Hyunjin’s with a pace that screams payback. The slow and dirty kind, the grind so hard that you had Hyunjin bruising up your thighs and hips with the tight hold on your body.

He looked up your frame with love and teasing, voice coming out in a broken husk “Come on baby you said you waited for this--”

Minho slowed the movement of his hand over his cock, following along with what seemed to be a hell of a ride. He snuck some extra lube into his hand for the easier glide and to not cum so early.

"I did say that didn't I?", a hiccuping giggle left your throat as your loving boyfriend kicked his hips up. "It's my turn to have a l-little fun too." Your lips left little blooming marks upon the slate of salty skin and lean muscle as you rode him slowly. Sometimes your hips would leave Hyunjin’s so you could look at him twitch, shiver from the cooler air on his heated skin then drop down hard onto his cock yet again.

You alternated this for a while and caressed your body, sighing from a particular roll or whimpering when the blonde sped up the pace for a bit. Minho was drooling onto his pillow and his own skin was hot and sweaty in its rising temperature. His best friend caresses and gropes where he can reach as he praises you. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm yea, roll your hips just.. just like that.”

“Squeezing me like you don’t want me to leave you, that’s fucking hot--”

You squeezed around him when you raised up before dropping down so hard that you watched blonde hair fly back in undeniable pleasure-- what you didn't expect was the loud ass THWACK to resonate in the room. Hyunjin groans (in a non-sexy way, that’s gonna leave a bump--) while holding the back of his head and wiggling underneath you. Curses flew from both of you as it made you laugh loudly.

"Honey! Aaaha--" a wheeze "Honey are you ok--" another wheeze "Okay? Fuck that sounded like it hurt.."

"Pussy so good I lost my head for a second there--" he hissed out. His eyes were closed tightly, grin goofy despite the obvious pain with him slapping at the air in your direction, "You're loud! Don't wake up Minho!" But your cackling echoed into Minho’s room too.

Said male was stifling his laughter into his pillow, heart full watching you two take care of the situation while laughing. Knowing that you'd stop everything to check on your boyfriends’ well being made a little envy burn in his chest, but he pushed that away when his dick throbbed from you guys laughing again.

Really dick? At a time like this? Laughing shouldn’t be sexy you know--

"If your damn headbang didn't wake him up before my laughter then I dunno what to tell you."

A gentle ass smack here, "Cheeky brat!"

"Who's being loud now~? You want Minho to hear you?" You questioned the blonde, not missing the way his cock jerked against your walls.

"Oh?" The may you said that to Hyunjin had Minho’s hand grabbing his dick tight yet again, playing at the base near his sack.

Now he sees that you guys changed positions so Hyunjin's head was at the bottom of the bed, feet touching the headboard. His best friend looked sheepish when you placed a pillow underneath his head. You still cooing at him and massaging his scalp while talking to him; agreeing that it would be a slow sex night after all. Exchanging a few deep kisses, Minho's rapidly paying attention again when Hyunjin goes to lay back down. Your hips sinking down onto Hyunjin’s cock (which was still hard... Minho wonders yet again if his friend likes pain--) moving back to its up and down motion. Occasionally he'd play with his tip and sigh, eyes starting to slip closed…

"Don't think I missed that little tidbit, Hyunjin.."

Hyunjin moaned your name high from his throat when you scratched down his chest, "Miss wh--"

A slow corner smirk appeared, nonchalance lacing every word. "The fact that your dick twitched when I said Minho's name."

Hyunjin's face was red with a wide-eyed stare towards you, not knowing how to proceed with that. Minho in his bed was wide-eyed to match, ears heated in surprise and cock weeping just a bit more at that thought. Fuck did Hyunjin find him attractive sexually too?

"We'll be able to talk about that later. Hm?" You pant and grind harder, "Wanna be loud next time for your best friend then too. Maybe he can join--"

Hyunjin's moan was even higher this time, gripping your waist hard with a blown outlook as you leaned back to ride. Legs spread farther so his cock could reach even deeper into your body. When his hips began to meet yours you felt euphoric, his tip kissing your g-spot with ease now. It was deeper but still a leisurely pace.

Minho forwent that pace and was trying his best to stay quiet as he fucked his fist again, his other hand sliding under his shirt to tug his hard nipples. His mind produced so many scenarios of how he'd have you bent over, folded, split on his cock while he kissed you over and over again.

A tremble skittered up into your chest, mouth running off now. "O-Oh? You'd like that babe? Would you watch him fuck me?"

"Shhhiiit yes…" he groaned deep, his face still sporting that strawberry hue on his sweaty skin. "Wanna see your lips around his cock--"

"I wanna see yours around his cock too, Jinnie. Minnie wouldn't know what to do--"

Both of you were whimpering and moaning loudly, uncaring of the noise level now that you two were so deep into the pleasure that clouded minds. Minho listened, his own soft whines joining into the fray of noise. How you two talked about the positions, the possibility of whose mouth did what to his body, or what fingers went where. Even how every surface of the house would be a new surface to fuck on if he did accept the proposal.

Yes yes, I would accept. He thought, hand blurring over his cock as his orgasm began to coil. Tugging his puffy nipples, a look of bliss casts over his face at the mere thought of the chance. He imagined him getting his cock rode by Hyunjin, you by their side as you marked his neck or kissed him filthy. As the two of you played with him, making his voice reach pitches he never thought of. Hyunjin's shout of your name as he came, made Minho crash through his orgasm with a low and long whine; a combination of both your names like a prayer. He was still riding out his high when you came a bit after with Hyunjin’s name on your lips.

All three of you were spent, Minho staying still and suddenly sleepy again. You slumped over Hyunjin’s side and shared tired kisses while wiping each other down with baby wipes. He should clean up before he had a bigger mess in the morning but he was drifting off to your voice murmuring jokes and Hyunjin’s squeaky laugh.

With his mind fizzed out he succumbed to sleep, he dreamed of hand holding and chaste kisses this time. Shy smiles and embarrasing laughter on outings with his favorite two people in the world.

The clean up is for future Minho anyways, he’s gonna enjoy his nutting experience to the fullest.

Future Minho would like to beat up Past Minho’s ass. Since Future Minho was stuck with the embarrassment of being woken up by you giggling over the mess in his bed; making some excuse of a pretty good ass dream. Curse you Past Minho! Curse you!

[bokuroskitten]

Hi big fan of your poly Bokuroo stuff I wanted to ask if y/n can come home and catch Bokuto and kuroo going at it ... I read a lot of your stuff and although sometimes it cool to receive it might be kind of hot to watch ; if your uncomfortable with my request you can please disregard it, thank you so much have a great day

this is indeed hot anon. It’s been a long time since I’ve written character x character but I’m up for the challenge. Thank you for the ask. ❦

𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯

〈 Despite wanting to join, Kuroo and Bokuto decide to make you watch. ❦

✥ genre: 18+ Minors DNI

✥ warnings: Poly Relations, dom/sub dynamics (papa & daddy titles used) oral, (m! receiving), use of cuffs, use of a toy, lots of spit.

✥ Word count: 1.1k+

“P-Please Papa wanna help you.” Your whiney little voice fell upon deaf ears as your boys groaned to one another. Kuroo pressed his hips up feverishly into Bokuto’s palm, trying his best to fuck his fist while the two shared a sloppy kiss. The slapping of their tongues had you squirming, wrists beginning to pulse as you strained in the cuffs they put you in.

“Kitten... don’t make us gag you too.” He grumbled out when Bokuto’s finally pulled away from the kiss. His tongue was quick to dart out and collect a string of drool that still connected them before he began littering kisses down Kuroo’s neck. Kuroo lulled his head over to you, where you sat in a chair place right beside your shared bed. Your lip was bitten swollen and your cheeks were flush and the gloss in your wide eyes made Kuroo’s cock twitch in Bokuto’s hand.

“You’re gonna hurt your arms if you squirm so much baby.”

“B-But I wanna— wanna—“

You were cut off when the little egg-shaped vibrator tapped to your clit turned up a vibration level. Bokuto had grabbed the little remote while you rambled and turned it up with a scowl. “Bratty little babies don’t get to play, they get to watch while Papa and Daddy have all the fun.” His voice was low and raspy, held a sort of dominance that made you whimper. Your thighs trembled at the new vibration speed, a string of hushed mewls leaving your lips as Bokuto went back to devouring his boyfriend underneath.

“You have such a perfect cock Tetsu, no wonder our baby always wants it in her mouth. Isn’t that right Birdy? Daddy has a perfect cock doesn’t he?” Bokuto was trailing kisses along Kuroo’s chest, making sure to suck love bites over each of his nipples before continuing his trek downwards. You nodded eagerly, watching Bokuto’s thumb brush away a pearl of precum from Kuroo’s throbbing tip. The action had Kuroo pressing his hips up once again, a little hiss leaving his lips as he clawed into Bokuto’s broad shoulders.

“It’s perfect Papa, such a pretty cock~!” You panted out, you’d say anything, do anything, just to be on the bed right there with them. You missed Kuroo’s cock on your tongue, you missed Bokuto’s calloused hands along your skin. But the cuffs kept you in place, the steady vibrations along your clit leaving a messy pool of arousal in your panties.

Bokuto finally made it to Kuroo’s hips, nipping at the bones before chuckling softly. “You’re so desperate you’d say anything to join, right baby bird?” Bokuto kept his gaze on you as he trailed his tongue along the side of Kuroo’s cock. Both of you groaned in unison, little tears beginning to swell in your eyes as Kuroo’s hand got lost in Bokuto’s hair.

“P-Please..” you tried again, but instead you were met with the vibration level raising against your clit. This time it was Kuroo, who bucked his hips into Bokuto’s lips. “Hurry it up, babe.” He grumbled, his fingers digging deeper into grey locks as Bokuto finally wrapped his lips along Kuroo’s length.

You cried out, back arching and thighs pressing together desperately as the vibrator made you jolt. It was almost too much, hearing the sloppy noises of Bokuto’s mouth around Kuroo and the way the vibrator pulsed against your clit. And you couldn’t do anything. Just had to sit there helplessly and dig your nails into your palms.

“That’s it, fuck—“ Kuroo allowed his head to fall back into the pillows, keeping his lidded gaze on your desperate form while his hand stayed tangled in Bokuto’s hair. Bokuto had no problem making a mess between Kuroo’s thighs, lifting from his cock only to spit a glob right on his tip so he could bob along him quicker. He moaned around his boyfriend's cock, his tongue running up the vein he knew would have Kuroo gasping.

“You’re gonna cum just from watching, aren’t you kitty.... you like watching Papa suck Daddy off hm?” Kuroo’s voice was nothing more than a mix of rasps and whines, his hips beginning to find a rhythm to pump into Bokuto’s mouth. You shook your head, tears wetting your lashes now. “N-No Daddy wanna join, wanna suck your cock too—“

“Too bad~” Bokuto grumbled out, muffled with Kuroo’s cock throbbing in his lips. He hallowed out his cheeks to take all of Kuroo into his throat, suppressing his gags. The action had Kuroo gasping softly, back arching. Bokuto’s lips twitched into a smirk, keeping his nose pressed to Kuroo’s pelvis so he could spasm and twitch within his throat.

You could tell Kuroo was close to coming undone, you had seen it so many times before you had become accustomed to his signs. The way his brows would furrow, the way the vein on his forehead would pulse. You whimpered softly, hips twitching up into nothing. “Daddy’s gonna cum soon—“

“You’re right kitty— fuck, I am, gonna cum” Kuroo gritted it out through clenched teeth, a devilish smirk on his lips as he watched the way you trembled so pretty just from watching. He looked down at Bokuto and firmly gripped his locks, began to fuck his face and let his heavy balls slap against his lover's chin.

And Bokuto took it, letting his jaw go a bit slack as his tongue lazily pressed into Kuroo’s length. He gagged around him as he pumped into his throat, making tears pinprick his eyes. With a mewl Kuroo finally came undone, letting out a load of hot cum down Bokuto’s throat. “That’s it, babe, hold it, don’t swallow just yet.”

Bokuto did his best as the salty liquid threatened to slide down his throat, tightening it up with a little grunt. He pulled off his boyfriend, pupils blown out and hungry as he left a sheen of spit and pre along Kuroo’s still twitching dick. Kuroo chuckled softly, lazily fisting at his sensitive length before nudging his head in your direction. “Give baby a taste yea? Since she’s so fucking desperate.”

You tensed up at Kuroo’s words, whining softly as Bokuto eased himself off the bed. He let his fingers travel over your trembling tummy, leaving lazy circles around the vibrator before he roughly took hold of your chin. He tilted your face towards him, fingers pressed into your cheeks. But you were more than eager to open up your mouth, let your tongue lull out as you looked up at him with wide, watery.

Bokuto let the glob of cum and spit splat onto your tongue, his cock twitching at how eager you were to swallow it up. “Thank you, thank you papa thank you thank you—“ You quickly babbled, only for Bokuto to silence you with a rough kiss. Kuroo watched with that devilish smirk of his, his cock already standing back up as he watched his lovers make out so sloppy.

“Bo, what do you think? Should we let kitty join now? Or make her watch you fuck my brains out?”

[peanutpinet]

Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

[triptuckers]

Drunken words - Kaz Brekker

Request: yes "Hi, I have just binge read almost all of your shadow and bone one shots and was wondering if you could do one where f!reader goes out drinking with Nina and when she comes back drunk she accidentally confesses her love for Kaz but doesn’t remember it when she wakes up and Kaz doesn’t mention it but he also loves her?" Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: You wake up with a pounding headache and some very vague memories of the night before. Luckily Nina is there to help you remember Warnings:  mentions of alcohol/drinking, language Word count: A/N: mmm see this? this request right here? I like it 😌 thanks for requesting it! TAG LIST (grishaverse): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza @whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy @brekker-zenik @just-deka @graceknxwlson @the-very-tired-mess TAG LIST (kaz brekker): @mufnasa @Janesofia7 @stairscortana @parker-natasha @illicitghosts @brick-by-brick553 add yourself to my tag lists here

Every last Friday of the month, you go out for drinks with Nina. It's a tradition you started a while back. You'd gotten back from a particular rough job, and Nina suggested to go and have a drink. The others were tired, so you were the only one to accompany her. Ever since, the two of you go out every last Friday of the month.

Sometimes you both make it back in time, sometimes you don't show up til morning. And sometimes you're leaning heavily on each other, giggling and laughing.

The crows didn't mind now, though they were a bit concerned at the beginning. But after you showed them that even drunk, Jesper is only a slightly better shot than you are, they trusted you to come back home alright.

On one Friday night, you and Nina stumble into the kitchen of the Slat somewhere around 2 am. You're surprised to see it's not empty.

Kaz is sitting in one of the chairs, and he looks up when you and Nina try to silently enter the building. You fail when you stumble and squeal as you hold on to Nina's arm to prevent yourself from falling.

Nina seemed to be less drunk than you are. At least she can stand on her own feet.

Kaz' eyes follow you as Nina drags you to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, hoping it would sober you up a little.

You hop on the counter and take the glass from Nina without protest. When you look at Kaz, you see he's turned his gaze away from you.

'Aren't you going to ask if we had fun?' you say, pouting slightly.

Kaz looks at you. You're wearing a dress that's only reserved for nights out with Nina. You're also wearing heels and though you'd styled your hair nicely before you went out, it's now messy as it falls over your shoulders.

'You look like you had fun.' says Kaz. 'But I'll ask anyway. Did you have fun?'

'Yesss.' you say, dragging out the word. You don't look up when Nina puts a new glass of water in your hand.

'You should come sometimes.' you say to Kaz.

He merely raises an eyebrow, and doesn't answer you.

'I don't think Kaz is the type of person who goes out a lot.' says Nina.

'But it's fun!' you say somewhat offendedly. 'If anyone needs to let loose every once in a while, it's Kaz.'

'How so?' says Nina, chuckling.

'His jaw is always clenched.' you point out.

'No it's not.' says Kaz.

You nod, smiling happily. 'Yea it is! Don't think I wouldn't notice, I look at you a lot.' you say.

'Do you, now?' says Kaz, not paying much attention to you, as you're drunk and probably not aware of what you're saying.

'Most of the time. All of the time.' you say. 'Just a lot, really.'

'You're drunk, Y/N.' says Kaz. 'You should go to bed.'

'Night's not over yet!' you say and you jump off the counter, spilling some of the water on yourself. 'We could still go out! You should join us, Kaz.'

'I think you should go to bed, Y/N.' says Nina.

You glare at her over your shoulder. 'Buzz killer.' you say.

Nina puts up her hands in defence. 'I'm just saying tonight I'm not going out anymore, I'm going to bed. And you should too.' she says.

When she walks past you, she gives you a new glass of water. You're not aware of taking it, but you drink half of it anyway.

'Nina, you should stay.' you say when she walks to the door. 'Don't leave me alone with Kaz!'

'Why not?' says Kaz immediately, his curiosity getting the better of him.

You turn to him, then back to Nina. 'Nina! Don't leave me alone with Kaz, you know I say stupid shit when I'm drunk!' you say.

She looks over her shoulder. 'You say a lot of things when you're drunk, Y/N. At least drunk words are sober thoughts.' she says as she walks away.

'Nina come back! I might end up exposing myself!' you say.

This makes Nina stop and turn around. She looks at you and frowns.

'Expose yourself how?' she says.

'I might tell Kaz I love him.' you whisper, loud enough for everyone to hear.

You see Nina's eyes go wide. Before you can say anything, or turn around to look at Kaz, Nina's marched up to you, grabbed a hold of your arm and is pulling you up the stairs.

In the doorway, you look over your shoulder at Kaz.

There's an odd expression on his face you can't quite read, you've never seen it before. He doesn't look at you as you start to walk up the stairs with Nina's help.

You barely register anything after that moment, the exhaustion suddenly kicking in. You fall down on your bed without even taking your heels off.

The next morning, you wake with a pounding headache despite all the water Nina made you drink. You push yourself up in a sitting position and rub your head.

None of the crows had been so stupid to wake you. Everyone knew the last Friday of the month was spent drinking, and the morning after it would be unwise to wake you or Nina before noon.

After stripping off your tight dress and heels, you take a hot bath, scrubbing all of the sweat of last night off of your skin.

You get dressed in comfortable clothes and head downstairs to get a big cup of coffee.

But when you want to enter the kitchen, you are met by Nina standing in the doorway.

'Oh good, you're up.' she says.

'Morning.' you say. 'How's your headache?'

'Almost over.' she says. 'Don't go into the kitchen.'

'Why not?' you say, frowning.

'Because Kaz is there.' says Nina.

'What, is he in a bad mood or something?' you say.

'No. But he hasn't said anything all morning.' she says.

'So he's normal.' you say, pushing past Nina.

She attempts to stop you, but you walk away from her, straight to the fresh pot of coffee. You pour yourself a generous amount of it, and then sit at the same table Kaz is sitting at.

He looks at you, but doesn't say anything.

'You good?' you say after a while. 'I'm sure that's the longest you've ever looked at me. Have I got something on my face?'

Kaz shakes his head.

'Then why are you looking at me like that?' you say.

'Do you remember anything from last night?' asks Kaz.

You squint your eyes, trying to remember.

'Nina and I played card games with some Zemeni tourists. They lost. Then we lost. Then we lost again. I don't think I threw up, though. I remember walking back to the Slat and going to bed.' you say.

'That's all?' says Kaz.

'Yeah, I think that's it.' you say. 'Why?'

'Just curious.' says Kaz.

'You're never just curious, Kaz, you always have a reason. What's this all about?' you say.

'Fine.' he says. 'I have a bet with Jesper, how much you would remember. It appears he needs to pay me.'

He gets up and without another word, he leaves the room. Your eye catches Nina's gaze and you shrug, turning back to your coffee.

'Did I do something stupid last night?' you say. Most of the times when you got drunk, you did stupid stuff. You wonder if last night would have been any different.

'Well.' says Nina as she sits down in front of you. 'That depends.'

'On what?' you say as you finish your coffee.

'You should talk to Kaz about that.' says Nina. 'He doesn't have a bet with Jesper.'

'Then why would he leave like that?' you say.

'Again, you should talk to him about that.' says Nina.

'What aren't you telling me, Nina?' you say.

You see her debating wether or not she should tell you.

'Tell me or I'll tell everything how horrible you dance when you get drunk.' you threaten.

'You told kaz you love him.' she blurts out.

Your eyes widen. 'Oh no.' you say. 'No, no, no, I did not. Fuck.'

'Well, you didn't exactly tell him. You told me not to leave you alone because you might end up telling him.' says Nina

You bury your face in your hands. 'Oh, Saints, this is bad.' you say. 'This is really fucking bad.'

'How so?' says Nina.

'He's still technically our boss, Nina. And there's no way he has the same feelings for me.' you say.

'You won't know unless you ask him.' says Nina.

'What would I even say to him?' you say.

Nina shrugs. 'Well you could sit here thinking about it, or go up to his office and talk to him.' she says.

You shake your head and rub a hand over your face. 'Fuck.' you mutter. 'You're probably right.'

'I always am, darling.' says Nina.

You finish your cup of coffee and get up. Nina gestures for you to start walking. You head to the stairs and walk them as slowly as you can.

Would he be mad? What if things would forever be awkward between the two of you? Maybe if you were fast, you could still take it back. You were drunk, you could tell him you didn't mean it.

You stop in front of the door to Kaz' office. You determinedly raise a hand to knock on it, but your fist only hovers mid-air.

'It helps if you actually knock.'

You jump slightly at the sound of a voice. When you turn around, you see Kaz standing behind you.

'Or you could just go in if you have a key.' he says, walking up to the door and pulling out his key.

You're at loss for words, watching as Kaz opens the door and head inside. You're still standing in the doorway when Kaz looks up.

'You can come in, you know.' he says.

You enter his office and slowly close the door. He did not seem bothered by last night at all.

'We need to talk.' you say.

Kaz looks at you and merely raises an eyebrow at you. He gestures to the chair in front of his desk and you sit down.

'About last night.' you say. 'Nina told me what I said. I didn't say it to you, but, well I might as well have. I was drunk and it was stupid, and I'm here to apologise.'

He looks at you and then he starts to smile. Your eyes widen a bit, you'd never seen Kaz smile. Let alone smile at you.

'Are you okay?' you say hesitantly.

'Y/N, I wasn't in my office when you got here because I was at your door.' says Kaz, his words taking you by surprise.

'Why?' you wonder out loud.

'I was going to bring you a glass of water, Nina once told me it helps when you're hungover.' says Kaz.

Your lips part in surprise. 'You were?' you say.

'That saying Nina said last night, drunken words are sober thoughts? Well, I'm glad your drunken self decided to speak the truth last night.' says Kaz.

You stare at him, not sure you heard it correctly. Kaz pulls a stack of papers toward him and begins to read through them. He doesn't tell you that you need to go, so you decide to keep him company while he works.

Who knew a night out with Nina could lead to something like this?

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[kenmaiid]

🌳 Levi minecraft headcanons 🌳

im sorry but the hold Levi and Minecraft have on me needs to be studied by doctors and taught as a cautionary tale in universities or something idk why it makes me so giddy. anyways-

-levi’s the type to play really long sessions of Minecraft all at once before never touching the game again for like months at a time. He’s hardcore invested in one sitting but after awhile other games call for his attention, and it’s usually the level grinding dungeon types (doesn’t mean he still doesn’t adore the peace getting lost in his silly little block world brings)

-obviously he’s decked out in the strongest armor and weapons, he knows all about potion making and he’s a wiz with using redstone 🙄 we get it you game

-he ‘beat’ the game a very long time ago, but he mostly just likes the familiar routine of mining and creating and doing this and that. he doesn’t own that many worlds honestly, he’s dedicated to having a few survival worlds and just one or two for creative mode to build things.

-He’d only ever make a new world if he wanted to play with a new group of ppl and start fresh. Building a little community where everyone still sort of does their own thing is fun that way. Or it would be if he could get more of his brothers to play with him

-Leviathan used to play a ton with Mammon before Mammon started annoying him in-game too much hfkfdkfd

-it was always little things like always asking for his extra tools and never replenishing the supplies later, or Mammon would crash at his house all the time or constantly lead mobs to Levi’s place. (he used to step on Levi’s crops for awhile too on accident)

“S’not my fault that damn creeper blew my place up.” Mammon says matter-of-factly. “Just go make a new bed.” Levi groans tiredly. “I gave you wool awhile back.” “Yea! And then I died! And you went an turned off the keep-items-after-death option. So what the hell else am I s’posed to do!” Levi can practically hear Mammon shrugging. ”But it’s not a true gaming experience if you don’t have a complete shutdown after mining and mining and mining for nearly hours and end up getting a ton of super rare supplies, only to meet your ultimately fate by getting accidentally killed by a mob. Or falling off a deep pit into a chasm of lava on accident, or dying in the stupidest way possible and losing every single thing you own and immediately feeling like you want to break everything.” Levi quickly spouts off. There’s silence on the other line for awhile before Mammon quietly says. “Y’know what... maybe you should take a break.” (Mammon also ended up selling his own personal computer for extra money once so he just *does not* play things at all anymore. Hand games like card and checkers are more his thing, but anyways that left Levi without a minecraft buddy unless he wanted to play with online friends)

-Levi tried to recruit Barbatos to play since they used to play games here and there sometimes but Barbatos absolutely refused. The butler more or less said something that hinted at him thinking the game seemed a bit too silly for his own personal tastes and Levi only begged him 4 more times to play with him before completely dropping it

-Levi tried to recruit Lucifer as a last option but it was just so ridiculous seeing his little block avatar in game and trying to instruct him that he couldn't go through with it anymore. They agreed to never speak of it afterwards

-He introduced the game to Diavolo one day, but playing with the Young Prince is so rare that he has to completely reintroduce the controls and the mechanics of the game e v e r y single time they can finally arrange something.

Not only that but he has to juggle having the Prince on call at the same time, and it is absolutely terrible trying to explain controls over call. Levi’s much better at showing Dia in person what needs to be pressed.

Diavolo follows him around aimlessly for most of it, just enjoying the graphics and being amused at the block-like animals. He vaguely wonders if they can arrange for some creatures from the Devildom to be put into the game. it does not work like that but Levi mentions that he can probably mod Cerberus into the game. all the coding talk is lost on Diavolo but he’s happy nonetheless!

-Levi probably has the highest speedrun record in the Devildom when it comes to this game... *cough cough* loser *cough*

[soupbabe]

hi i had seen you did the crusaders with a chubby s/o but i was wondering if you can do one with the duwang gang and a chubby s/o? please and thank you king!

Part 4 characters w a Chubby! S/O

Did I extend this to more than the Duwang Gang? Yea. Why? Because everyone in jjba would love and spoil a chubby S/O. Araki told me himself it's canon

Josuke Higashikata

He really isn't one to focus on looks in a relationship

The first thing he would love about you would be your personality, it's just a plus that you have a nice body !!

Literally you are so perfect to him omg he can't help but to smile like an idiot when you're around

On the weekends/during summer break when you're not in your school uniform and just a pair of shorts and a tank top he just melts omg

You look so good!! He's respectful with it and not roaming his eyes everywhere, but that won't stop his blushing when he sees your plush form walking over to him

He loves your thick thighs so much

Perfect pillows for when he's having a rough day

When spending time together he will do anything he can just so he can lay down on your thighs

Sometimes when you both are getting ready to go to bed he does it and lets you comb your fingers through his hair

Okuyasu Nijimura

I do headcanon Okuyasu as a bit chubby so in my mind he has no room to judge

Not that he would in the first place

First time he saw you he (not so subtlety) whispered to Josuke that he thought you were hot

He would want to hug you so much and be all over you

You're just really soft to him and like?? It's heaven

Dates to Tonio's is a must

You're a growing y/n he has to treat you right

Please don't be insecure about eating in front of him, he's literally the best at making an atmosphere more comfortable

His favorite part of you might be your chubby cheeks

He enjoys squishing them from time to time, lovingly calling them your "chipmunk cheeks"

Koichi Hirose

A lot of characters in this aren't the shallow type and Koichi is no exception!

You're just so nice and caring towards him it just makes his heart go fast around you

Absolutely loves holding your chubby hands they're just so soft to him and so comforting

Same with hugs he loves getting hugs from you

Yea it leaves him a blushing mess but it's so worth it

He loves laying on your big tummy so much

He could easily fall asleep, face buried in the soft flesh

Probably the best sleep he got, would recommend sleeping on a chubby y/n again

Rohan adores chubby bodies

Rohan Kishibe

Loves giving you designer clothes

Plus if you're more confident in yourself, it makes him like 3x more attractive omg

You look so pretty/handsome/whatever you prefer when the clothes he bought you bring out your favorite parts of your body and your curves

He loves drawing you so much

He calls you his muse a lot

If you're ever having one of those bad days where your body doesn't just "look right" to you, Rohan would simply tell you that you're very attractive and that there's nothing to worry about

Later on he would show you all of his drawings of you, capturing your beauty like no other

Hell, he could take a tiny insecurity like a double chin and make it look like the prettiest thing to exist in his artwork

He loves your stretch marks so much

When you two have the down time to just do nothing but be lazy in bed, he loves tracing them in silence

Yoshikage Kira

This man doesn't care what you look like

You only got his attention when your hands touch when he dropped something and you went to give it back to him

Yes, he usually went for slim, more feminine hands, but yours was just so soft and he thought your chubby little fingers were the cutest

Although you weren't a Mona Lisa, he still was a changed man

It was then when he saw the rest of you and thought that you were stunning

He checked his watch, mentally cursed himself for running late to work

He gave you a business card with his number on it and asked you out to lunch as a thank you

He loves having lunch with you

You two holding hands while you both talked about your day was the highlight of his

He loves giving you rings and watches, he thinks it just makes your hands shine through and he says that you deserve to be pampered

That being said he absolutely loves your hands

How his slender and somewhat bony fingers perfectly fit with your pudgy ones makes him smile

Yukako Yamagishi

Oh you're perfect to her!

So soft, you're like her personal teddy bear!

It's surprising if your self esteem hasn't risen even a little bit once you're with her

She loves complementing you so much

Will steal your clothes

And guess what.

She's another character I headcanon as plus size so you both are going to be stealing each others clothes

Best home cooked meals wow

Will make sure you get everything you need and aren't skipping meals

She would be so scary if she finds out that you aren't taking care of yourself

She cannot choose her favorite part of you

You ask her and she will say all of the above

Toshikazu Hazamada

He doesn't get out much tbh

I'll be honest anime/manga has definitely risen his expectations when it comes to appearance for a s/o

Gotta wait til he gets humbled shorter if you ever want to be with him

By then he should get it through his head that not everyone is going to have the flat stomach or big muscles as anime might have him believe

I feel like after that he might be open to collecting more diverse anime figurines, including the cute chubby anime mascots you can find online

When you said that you had feelings for him he grew so flustered that he actually accepted

It doesn't matter what you really look like to him anymore, if you like him he would like you back

Please let him sit in your lap and let him hug you

Would constantly suggest you to cosplay a character from his figurine collection

He wants his anime fav come to life you would make him so happy

Something just tells me that he would really like flabby arms tbh

The feeling of your squishy arms around him when you two hug makes his heart go so fast and his face so red

Loves cuddling up and laying his head on your arms

[l4verq]

fight back | b.b

bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

in which bucky won’t lay a hand on you no matter what :(

tags : a little brawl, fluff cause icanthelpmyself, mentions of blood, john walker (idk if we're supposed to like him now ??) bucky is a cat lady okk

fic : one shot

a/n : inspired by that scene in the final ep of tfatws when karli is screaming at sam to fight back lol😳

|| gif by @unearthlydust ||

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one world, one people.

you repeat it in your head one more time, when he comes into view, vibranium gleaming onyx with loops of gold.

you know that he knows you’re here, back to the wall a few feet away, peeking at him.

he doesn’t know that you let him know.

doesn’t know that you laid out a trap and just like the foolish mouse, he walked right into the lion’s den.

although you’re not sure who the fool actually is, when you meet his eyes, knees almost buckling at the sight just cause of how long it’s been without them.

“y/n.” he breathes out, almost in disbelief.

it’s been fourteen months since he woke up to an empty bed and a handwritten goodbye letter folded in a clean white envelope, tucked under a pillow still marked by the soft indentation of your head.

fourteen months since you took off in the dead of night, pulling your- his hood over your head, the cold wind nipping at your skin, almost like it was punishing you.

maybe, it saw what you did.

oh, but fred definitely saw what you did, that damn cat always followed you two around even though it’s owner was the blonde next door. her name wasn’t even fred, bucky came up with it after the third time it snuck into the apartment.

he swore he hated it but always seemed to have a treat lying around in case it did come.

and it did, a lot. neglected by it’s owner, it chose to seek comfort in the couple next door, and sometimes a meal or two.

“sorry, no treat today bub.”

fred scowled - honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if an actual human was living in it - mewling as it came up to you for the usual chin rubs and cooes.

you sighed, caving into it’s antics, squatting to pet it.

cradling it’s head into your palm, she was purring, a very uncommon sight. fred doesn’t purr, she scratches and hisses at anything and everything that moves.

“you’re particularly nice today.” you commented, getting up. it mewled even louder this time but you turned on your heels and headed for the stairs.

you were already late.

your legs picked up pace quickly, easily crossing multiple blocks over in a few long strides owing to the blue serum coursing through your veins.

though your mind remained stationary, fixated on a single face, how it’d crumble at the sight of the letter, how he’d probably end up hating you.

“took you long enough.”

her auburn locks were tied into a loose braid that curved around her neck, the tip sat just below her collarbone, a piss poor job held together by a thin maroon colored band.

it was quintessentially her, the lack of utter patience to spend two minutes looping three knots of hair one over the other.

you jogged over to the other side of the black suv, noticing a stark white rectangle where a liscence plate should be.

“he’s knocked out cold,” you asked as soon as you grabbed the door handle open, “how?”

lazropthalein.

it came in the mail in a brown package, no return address. bucky wasn’t home, he had a scheduled therapy session down the block.

just a pinch is enough.

the text from the unknown number read.

it had no odour, a clean, white colour to it that blended in seamlessly with the flour.

“you baked without me?” bucky gasped, dramatically, hand covering his gaping mouth. his other hand carried two plastic bags, filled to the brim, a purple razor was poking out the top.

he even had to drop the poor bags on the floor, just to emphasize the utter shock he felt.

“i got bored.” you giggled, wiping the countertop with a wet cloth, remnants of flour on the sleek marble turning goopy under it.

“traitor.”

“it’s just cupcakes.”

“still a cake.”

you sighed, “you’re a five year old.”

he huffed, trudging towards the living room, shoulders hunched to really hone in on just how devastating this was for him.

“don’t i get a hug?” you held your arms out, making grabby hands, following him.

apparently, the devastation was to the point where he had to bring out the big guns, the sad baby blues.

the act lasted for another minute? at best. hours later, he was happily munching away.

“i know why it tastes so good.” he moaned, smacking his lips.

your smile faltered a little, did he kn- no, there’s no way he could have known. you burned that little plastic bag as soon as you dumped a pinch in.

“yea?”

he grinned, popping the last bit left in “it was made with your love.”

“how did it work?” your voice rose several octaves higher, amplified further by the cool, silent night.

drugs and sedatives don’t work on supersoldiers yet a certain blue eyed one was back home, unmoving even if you screamed right into his ears.

“dr wilfred, he invented it. the power broker wanted something to balance out our,” she flared her hands at both of you, “super-soldierness, so that we don’t have an upper hand when all’s said and done.”

would the either of you even be alive when all was said and done?

“look, i know you didn’t want to do this but james, he won’t understand. he’s not one o-..”

“yea, can we jus- let’s just get out of here.” you get in beside her, whipping the seatbelt over your torso.

the car was stuffy, felt like a choke around your neck that only seemed to tighten more and more.

“if we go now, there’s no coming back.” she glances at you, hand curled over the gearstick ready to position it in place.

she was giving you an out, one last chance. karli was a lot of things and having a heart inside that cold, bitchy exterior was one.

“i know.”

you sunk deeper into your seat, the hoodie had a faint smell of burnt toast and that cologne which was on sale, almost half off if you cut out the taxes.

it smelled like him, too much like him.

until it didn’t after a few days. but you still slept with it, just outright refusing to wash it despite karli’s snarky remarks about hygiene.

hygiene could go fuck herself, for all you know.

compared to the motels and basements you guys shifted around in, that hoodie was a doctor’s scrubs.

when the moon hung low on the black sky, you tried not to think about him too much. the silence didn’t help, you needed something to drown out your thoughts. that’s when the ‘socialising’ with the other flag smashers started. they were nice.

nice cause you were the leader’s little sister. but also a huge fucking liability because of a certain supersoldier hot on their heels in search of you, ruining every goddamn plan so their niceness was.. limited.

karli was a natural when it came to it, all of it. the talking, rallying of supporters - fuck, she just had a way with words. she could make you believe she hung up the stars in the sky.

probably how she convinced you that holding a room chock full of council members hostage right smack in the middle of nyc was a good idea.

the only idea, more precisely.

you guys had the upper hand, more than a handful supersoldiers at your disposal, capable of taking down the entire military force if you so pleased.

the only playing card they had was one supersoldier, who was better off distracted, kept off the field.

so who better to send to do the deed than the love of his life.

“fred had a baby. multiple babies, spawn of the devil if you ask me. always running around, thrashing the place up.” he takes small steps towards you, slow and calculated, as if a lion stalking around a prey.

“you shouldn’t be here.” you lie through your teeth, a tiny white compared to the ones that’ve rolled off your tongue before.

“i think the neighbours call me a cat lady now,” his eyes shift around and he leans in to whisper, “they haven’t even seen my knitting skills yet.”

“stop.” you think you said it or much rather whispered it, your voice was failing you. he’s getting close, too close for your liking so why aren’t you backing away from him?

“fred misses you, you know. she wonders where you went.” he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

the hairs on your neck shoot up, a slight twitch of your brow. the way bucky’s ear perk up, you realise it’s not just you and him here anymore.

someone else has arrived.

“i’ve got it handled, john.” bucky turns around, plants him directly infront of you, blocking john’s view of you.

sure enough, it’s john limping in, a nasty gash across his chest.

your blood runs cold because this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

john isn’t supposed to be here, he’s supposed to be fighting.. oh god. you notice the various splatters of blood on his cowl, on his boot, on his shield.

it’s too much blood from a guy who’s barely bleeding.

“really? i was thinking you should do more than just talk.” he spits on the ground and wipes his mouth.

you notice, the spit’s all blood too.

“i’m giving you a chance to walk away, right now.”

john snorts, leaning sideways to get a view of you, neck craned out.

“and leave this prize all to yourself?” he grins, “i’d be an idiot.”

“you have a death wish then.” you lift your chin a little higher, praying your quickening heartbeat doesn’t give away your calm exterior.

john whistles, grimacing as he straightens, “so, she does talk.”

you scowl, crossing your arms.

he’s in bad shape. he has no chance, not that he ever did even in his best shape. he knows that too yet he’s still here. that sends a chill up your spine.

“go, i got this.” bucky tips his head, glancing at you.

“i don’t need you to save me.” you hiss at him, which comes out a little harsher than you intended. an apology dies in your throat as he flinches just the slightest.

“trouble in paradise?” john’s barely finished saying it before he’s reached behind his back and swinging the vibranium

you hear it before you see it stopped mid air by a gloved hand. then you charge.

it’s all a hazy mix of blue and red until your fist connects with his jaw, sound of something breaking ringing in your ear.

something pulls your waist back, a grip far too strong to be just flesh.

“go, i’ll ta-..” bucky’s barely said anything before an upward cut from john connects to his neck, violent coughs ensuing.

you grip john’s arm before he’s even retracted it back, jump up his back, settling around his neck and twist until you hear a crack and a bloodcurling scream following suit.

he whips his head back right into your stomach, seizes that moment when the wind knocks out of you to pull you by your hair off him.

“i told you to go.” bucky growls, kicking john right in the shin that makes him kneel and you almost fall off but you keep your fingers tightly looped around john’s hair, pulling as hard you can.

but he’s relentless.

your head hits something hard and you realise you’re on the ground now, legs loosely around john’s shoulders, him also on the ground.

it’s like the both of you realise at the same time but you’re quicker. your legs tighten around his neck, against the spot where a thick neck muscle throbs. he claws desperately around, straining for oxygen

soon, his hands lull down, the dull thud on the ground confirming his unconsciousness.

“are you hurt?” bucky’s hovering over you, seemingly unfazed by john’s neck in a chokehold by your legs right now.

you reject his hand he extends and push yourself off the gravelly concrete on to your feet.

“this was a mistake.” you trail off, saying it more to your own self.

you weren’t the lion, you were the stupid fox who thought it was.

stupid enough to believe you were over bucky and that everything wouldn’t come rushing back as soon as you laid eyes on him.

he whips you around by your hand and before you know it, he’s already caught your other fist heading for his sternum. you barely feel the grip, it’s soft, just so incredibly soft and fits so right.

you hate it.

rage bubbles inside you, mostly at yourself. partly at him because he’s not screaming at you or slamming you against the wall or jus- anything.

you wrench your hand away, land a swing which he does nothing to block. his grip on your other hand loosens and he still does nothing when another hit to the jaw leaves him staggering,

instead, he looks at you softly as if resigning himself to your anger, to let it simmer off.

“fight back!” you scream, outstretched palms pushing him back.

he stumbles a few steps back, hands reaching out to yours resting on his chest, fingers intertwining yours tightly.

“stop.” it’s a soft plead, tears spiking the corners of his eyes.

“hit me!” you’re practically begging at this point, thrashing your arms around.

his hands grapple at your shoulders, bringing you to his chest, “it’s okay.”

he smells so sweet, just so sweet that you almost believe him.

“i drugged you and i left you and i-,” you inhale sharply, “i killed so many people, bucky.”

the last fourteen months had escalated quickly from doing what’s right to doing what’s needed, lines blurred between moral ethics and survival.

“it’s okay.” he repeats, hand patting your hair, gentle and soothing. your body betrays you, sinking into his touch, his warmth.

“you should hate me.” you whimper.

you wouldn’t blame him if he did. you doubt he could hate you more than you already did yourself.

he pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “i couldn’t if i tried.”

god, why does he have to be so.. bucky?

frustated, you spit out, “this? this was a distraction to separate you and sam.”

you don’t say it but it’s understood, understood that you wouldn’t have met him if not for it.

the inner corners of his brows angle up slightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “i know.”

your breath hitches, if he knows then wh-

“then, why..?”

you finally look up at him, vision blurry because of the stupid tears pooling at your eyes.

his thumb wipes away a tear dribbling down your cheek, the coldness of the metal a clear contrast to the warm moisture, “you know why.”

-

a/n : this one’s been sitting pretty, collecting cobwebs in my drafts so thought i’d take it out lol, also haven’t been posting fics in a whileeee cause im dumb and i’ve been working on multiple things all at once lol yea this is me rambling and also i just wanna say that i. love. folklore. sm. that whole album has me crying and sad and just :((

[salsdemise]

Can I request a Sally face x reader fic? Possibly a confession and first kiss an da party or something like that, thank you!

Hey anon, sorry if this is bad, I'm assuming you meant sal, and if not just lmk and I'll re-write this for another character if you want.

Warnings: Underage drinking, underaged smoking, parties, y/n used in place of your name, really awkward with the confession part? idk how to write those

word count: 1479

other: gender neutral terms used, sal's speech is in blue bc sometimes its unclear whos talking bc i didn't know what to put between the words spoken lol playlist listened to while writing: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5SMv6Go27KIcbfL07wkQ4m

This party wasn’t where you wanted to be right now. Hell, you’d rather be at school, getting pushed around by the kids in the hall right now. Anywhere was better than this loud, flashy,party filled with the smell of cigs, weed, alcohol and sex wafting off of every teen you passed.

Why you had come to this party in the first place had slipped your mind, as now you were more focused on not getting backed into a corner with a potted plant by a group of your peers. Maybe it was because your friend Larry wouldn’t shut up about how fun it was going to be, maybe it was because you would have felt bad saying no, or maybe it was because you certainly weren’t going to pass up on an opportunity to potentially hang out with Sal Fisher, your long time crush and close friend.

Holding your now empty red cup, you navigated your way through the crowd of drunken and dancing teens, most who were nice and giggly as you passed, slurring apologies at you if they bumped you.

While you weren’t all sober yourself, you had enough remaining cognitive ability to form full thoughts, and the only one on your mind was finding one of two people; Sal or Larry. You had no doubt Larry was off smoking with gods know who, so that left one option, and if your brain wasn’t mistaking you, you had seen the electric-bluenette near the door to the backyard in the kitchen not too long ago. So that’s where you set your sights.

When you arrived at the kitchen, you were happy to know that you were indeed correct on where you had last seen Sal, just outside on the patio, sitting hunched over a cup, the bottom straps of his prosthetic undone and dangling. Murmuring a few ‘excuse me’s at the teens you passed on the way, you made your way out to the back, opening and exiting the door and catching the bluenette’s attention. Seating yourself next to him, you said nothing, not sure of what to say.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show. Lar said you were coming, but I thought he was bluffing again,” Sal spoke, sipping on his drink.

You laughed at this, “yea, no, he actually convinced me to come. Not sure how, but he did. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d see you here either. You always talk about how much you hate parties, especially ones that have inebriating drinks,” you set your cup down next to you, and a small breeze knocked it over as soon as your hand left it.

“I don’t, hate em. Managed to get someone to get me something non-alcoholic, though. What have you had to drink?” He motioned to your, now rolling, red cup to emphasize.

“Oh, nothing too strong. They had a punch bowl in there so I took some of that,” thinking back to it as you spoke, it was odd the hosts of this party put a punch bowl out at a party with no need for it. However, you and Sal both seemingly shrugged it off and continued talking.

Conversation between the two of you had always come so naturally, switching between topics and tones, talking about people, your home state, his home state, and the likes.

“Man, I cannot believe he did that! It was like, super awkward between us for a week,“ you laughed, finishing a story about how Larry had tried to ask you out when high. Luckily the guy wasn’t too upset and took no for an answer.

“Hey, y/n, about asking people out...have you ever done it?” Sal questioned, messing with his sweater sleeves now that his drink was gone and his cup had also flown off.

“Oh, uh, not like, here at Nockfell, but in the past I asked a guy in my grade to go to a valentine’s day dance with me. Why?” you responded, tilting your head at him.

“I want to ask this person out, but I’m not sure how.”

“Oh. Well, what do they like? How long have you known them? And how close are you two? You can’t just ask out a random person you barely know, it won’t go well.”

“Well, they like a lot so it’s...kinda hard to put into words. I’ve known them for years now, and I’d like to say we’re pretty close.”

Thinking, you went quiet. As much as it hurt you to know your crush liked someone else, you were going to help him as best you could.

“Well, I’d give them a note, personally. I’d probably piss myself if I tried to tell them upfront. But it depends on how you wanna do it.”

Sal quietly thinks for a few seconds before standing up and fixing his mask, “Thanks for your help dude. We should get going, I’ll go find Larry and we can get out of here.”

You nod, standing and following Sal back into the house, heading for the front door while Sal went off to find Larry. With your mutual friend acquired, you all left for home, depositing Larry at his place and heading to your own beds, tired now that the social buzz had worn off.

Over the next week, you and Sal talked less and less, notes popped up in your locker, and small things like patches, stickers, pins and snacks appeared with them. You were confused to say the least. You loved everything this admirer gave you, and the notes were adorable, even if they were typed and printed rather than hand written, but you wondered why Sal had stopped talking to you as often as he did.

As the weeks progressed, you had started to like the secret admirer that was leaving you small gifts and notes reminding you how much they liked you. But the most recent note, which you had gotten on a sunny and warm Wednesday, really caught your attention. This time, it was handwritten in blue pen ink, the handwriting surprisingly neat, completely eliminating who you thought it was.

The note read: “y/n, meet me in the courtyard during lunch/break time. -<3”, and not wanting to disappoint, you waited with an uneasy shake until lunch came around where you went straight to the courtyard. Seeing no one, you sat on the ground by a tree to wait until your secret admirer got there.

10 minutes later, the heavy doors opened and closed with a thud, catching your attention and causing you to look up where you saw Sal, mask in hands, and looking down.

“Sal? Are you the one that wanted to meet me here?” You were..puzzled to say the least. Sal had hardly talked to you in weeks, and you thought he liked someone else like Ash, but it seems you were mistaken.

“Uh, yea, I am. I know you’re..probably upset at me for not talking to you in the past few weeks, but I didn’t want to say something stupid too soon. I hope you’re not too mad..”

“Sal, I’m not mad. I thought you were busy trying to get your mystery person to like you..and I guess I was right, but I didn’t think it’d be me..”

“Who else would it have been? You and I are as close as Larry and I are, we like the same things and I’ve known you since you got here. Hell, I’ve been pining over you for years now, but last year when Lar told me he was gonna try and shoot his shot, I tried to get myself to like Ash so I wouldn’t feel like shit if you said yes.”

“Oh, Sal. I thought it was Ash, you talk so much about her sometimes, I thought you actually liked her.”

“Oh, no, I don’t. She helped me with this, actually. Which reminds me, if its not obvious already, I really fucking like you. Like, you make me feel happy and just thinking about you makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.”

Smiling at his words you stood to go over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders so he would look up at you, “I like you too, Sal. Like, a lot. I have for a while, and when you asked how to ask someone out,I..it hurt a little bit.”

Saying nothing at your words, Sal moved forward and wrapped you in a hug, his mask landing in the grass behind you two. Before you could return the hug, Sal backed up and his hands grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss. Giving you time to react this time, you kissed back, your hands placing themselves over his.

Now, sitting at a college party with your boyfriend, you think to yourself, ‘Maybe parties aren’t so bad after all.’