#get over here and cuddle me with your v fluffy tail

[midnight-wood]

sleepy saturday 🖤

it’s me I’m the sleepy one

[zapsproblems]

tuskpir treatment!

pairing: Luka x tuskpir!hybrid!reader

wc: 2.0k

warnings: smut, afab!reader but gender neutral pronouns used, unprotected, p in v, semi-public if you rly squint, laying down, not proofread 💀, luka is a cutie patootie

based on the luminary wardance quest when Luka can’t sleep so Lingsha brings him a tuskpir to lay with. except YOU’RE the tuskpir <3 idk if this has been done before sry if someone already did this 🙏

“Mr Luka, come take a look,” Lingsha gestures to you, “This is the tuskpir treatment that I’ve prepared for you.”

You stand there shyly, hiding what you could of your stubby excuse for a tail between your legs. You flicker your eyes up at the red-haired boy and smile as a way of saying hello.

“They’re a tuskpir of the Xianzhou Zhuming,” Lingsha continues, “a creature that subsists on memoria. Hugging them while you fall asleep can raise your sleep quality, treat insomnia, and relieve anxiety and depression.”

The man apparently named Luka looks at you with light in his eyes. “So, all I have to do is… cuddle them essentially? And I’ll be able to get some proper sleep before the next match?”

Lingsha giggles amusingly, “Yes, you could say so. Why? Don’t you think they’re cute?”

Luka swallows a lump in his throat and tries to hide a slight blush on his nose with an act of scratching an itch in his face. “I mean… those ears are super fluffy. So yeah.” Your ears in question perk up at the mention.

You’ve helped Lingsha out before in helping either her or her friends to fall asleep. Being a tuskpir hybrid had its perks of relaxing those around you, so might as well use it for good, right? But, when Lingsha had asked you to help her out with an acquaintance who has been having problems relaxing before the Luminary Wardance, you had never imagined your patient in question would be so… cute.

“I’m (y/n).” you say simply, awkwardly reaching your hand out to Luka. The man takes it, shaking it softly like he was afraid to hurt you. “Name’s Luka.”

“Well, well. Now that you two are acquainted, I’ll let you get some sleep. Bye now~” Lingsha singsongs as she steps out of the room, the door sliding closed behind her.

Luka is the first to speak up after a moment of heavy silence, “So you’re a tuskpir, yeah? I’ve never heard of that before. I’m not exactly from here.”

“Ah, no worries,” you grin, “I assumed you weren’t from the Xianzhou when I saw your outfit. Plus, we’re a minority species here anyways.”

A quick, breathy laugh escapes from the red-haired man before the room once again falls into an awkward silence. “So, uh… should we just…?” Luka shyly gestures to the thin mattress set-up on the ground.

“Y-yeah! That works.” You say with false confidence. Aeons, this guy really is hot and a sweetheart.

You try to get yourself settled on the poor excuse for a mattress provided to Luka by the event organizers and watch the man as he hesitates to lay down with you. He seems to notice you looking up at him expectantly.

“Is there like… any particular way I’m supposed to do this? Like, where d’ya want me?” Luke scratches the back of his neck with his metal arm sheepishly.

Giggling as his gentlemanly manners, you shrug your shoulders. “Wherever’s fine pretty much. Just get comfortable.”

Responding with a fast nod, Luka moves behind you and sinks himself down underneath the blankets with you. Your breath hitches a bit when you feel his (human) hand move to drape gently over your waist. His toned body slowly inches closer to your rear, effectively spooning you. It has been a while since you’d been with something in a position like this, let alone with someone so hot. You try to still your ever-speeding heartbeat, lest Luka notices the bombs going off in your chest.

He finally rests in a position so that his chest is flush with your back. Your waist is hugged by his strong arm, making you feel strangely secure with this stranger. His warm breath tickles your ear, becoming slower paced as he evidently tries to relax.

“Do you… do this often? Like, cuddle with random people so they can sleep?” Luka softly asks behind you, “Was that a weird question? Sorry…”

“Don’t worry, the question’s fair enough.” You chuckle, mostly to ease your nerves about the situation, “It’s not very often I do this, no. But Lingsha asked me if I could help out. She’s a good friend of mine.”

Luka’s breathing grows a bit heavier in your ear. “Your ears really are so cute.” He says, ignoring your response to his previous question. “Honestly, you’re just cute in general…” He trails off almost like he didn’t even realize he was speaking aloud. You blush hard at his words, grateful that you’re facing the opposite direction so Luka doesn’t see the extent of how his words affected you. You only worry that your twitching tail might give you away.

As silence falls once again between the two of you, you feel something other than just your tail press between your bodies. Aeons, this can’t be happening. This beautiful man feels this way about you? A shy tuskpir? As surprising as it is, there’s no way you’re letting this opportunity go to waste.

You bite your lip and twist your head back to look at Luka. Even in the dim lighting of the room his eyes are dark with something other than relaxation. He flicks his eyes down to your pretty lips and back up again to lock with your eyes.

After a moment of quiet words between you two, you give Luka a small nod. Before you know it, his lips are already on yours. His lips are a little dry but move skillfully across yours as he grips your waist a little tighter with his hand. Your heart races with the heat of the moment and fireworks go off inside your chest.

In one smooth (and quite impressive) movement, Luka breaks the kiss and grabs your waist with his other hand, turning you so that you’re facing him. They don’t call him “strongarm” for nothing.

You meet his lips with yours once again, hungrier this time. You rake your fingers through his surprisingly soft red hair as his creeps up higher on your torso. The cool touch of his metal hand cradling the back of your neck makes you shiver. It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but the strange level of intimacy of the moment with someone who was a stranger just twenty minutes ago has you throbbing between your legs.

Luka’s hand moves from your neck even further up to your ears. “So fuckin’ adorable.”He mumbles between passionate kisses. He fondles your sensitive, fluffy tuskpir ears in a way that makes you moan ever so slightly.

“Hm?” Luka teases, “Sensitive?”

“Mmhm.” You confirm by humming, not wanting to lose contact with his hot lips. He somehow managed to draw you in like he’s your fucking lifeline.

He lets go of your ears and your head follows him as if it was trying to chase his contact back. But, your protests were quickly silenced by the feeling of Luka’s hand moving beneath the blanket again and against the crotch of your shorts. A gasp is ripped out of your throat at the sudden relief of contact in the place you need it most. A teasing look appears on his face as if he was saying look how fucking wet you are already, were you hoping for this?

You can’t help yourself but grind your hips into his fingers like a desperate puppy. The intoxicating way your clit slides across his knuckles has you rolling your eyes back into your head.

As much as he is teasing you, Luka’s state isn’t fairing much better than yours. His cock is straining hard against his too-tight pants, making a large tent in the tan fabric. Fuck, he wouldn’t be surprised if there was a wet patch forming near his tip from how turned on this situation has him. Having an adorable tuskpir hybrid rutting against him like they’re in heat? How did he get so fucking lucky?

“Baby,” Luka rasps, “can I feel you? I need t’feel you.”

You respond only by sliding down your shorts and panties far enough that you can open your legs up for him. That’s enough for Luka though, as he unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock with a sigh. Curiosity gets the best of you and you can’t help but sneak a quick peak at the boxer’s member. You could swear that your mouth waters at the sight. He’s a bit longer and girthier than average, but not to the point that it would hurt you. A trimmed bush of crimson hair at the base of his cock fades upwards into a happy trail. But, what really has you shivering is his pretty tip that’s flushed deep pink, leaking beads of milky precum.

“Lemme get in between those pretty thigh, cutie.” Luka positions his dick at the entrance of your clenching hole, holding one of your thighs a little bit higher for access.

His mushroom tip pushes into you, leaving you cursing into Luka’s ear at the feeling of being stretched. Loose pieces of red hair tickles your cheek as you throw your face into the crook of his neck. Luka ruts shallowly into your pussy, not stopping until his heavy balls rest against your ass.

You move your head back to look at Luka’s face, almost moaning at the sight alone. His eyes are pressed shut, mouth parted slightly in a moment of pleasure. “Fuck, cutie. S’good.”

“Feels so full.” You admit, exasperated. “Please, fuck me.” You almost whisper.

His cock immediately starts moving inside of your walls and you can feel every single inch of it. Luka wastes no time getting up to a faster pace as you’re both already so horny for each other than your pussy is practically begging to be ravaged. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you squeeze them shut as his cock repeatedly rubs against that special spot within you that sends bursts of fire through your veins.

The blanket covering you moves and rustles with Luka’s thrusts. The man briefly removes his hand from the vice grip he had on your waist to shove the blanket off of you two so that he can move easier. He pulls your top thigh over his hip for better leverage to continue thrusting into your cunt. Once his hand is free, he brings it down to make small circles around your clit. You nearly scream at the feeling, being overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Feels good?” Luka pants, “That cute little hole is just—fuck—swallowing my cock. Takin’ it so well for me.”

“Luka,” you whine breathlessly, “g-gonna…”

“Me too, baby. Cum with me won’t ya? Please…” Luka speeds up his thrusts a little more. The walls of your pussy respond by clenching around him, sending him nearly over the edge right there.

The feeling of being split open on Luka’s cock while his fingers dance swiftly on your clit quickly proves to be too much for you. You break out into a cry as your orgasm crashes down hard through your body. Your thighs shake uncontrollably around the red-head and your pussy creams around his cock, forming a thick white ring around his base.

Luka follows you with his own orgasm not long after, continuing to thrust into your sensitive walls. The quiet groans of your name and whines that come out of his throat are nearly pornographic and already almost make you wanna go a second round.

You two lay there for a short while in complete silence, laying your head in the man’s chest.

“That… that was really good.” You break the silence after a minute, giggling shyly. “Luka?”

Moving your head back to glance at the man’s face, you have to stifle a laugh as you realize that he fell asleep.

At least you did your job one way or another.

[goldenteaset]

I need to see what you write for selshippy Vash and #1, end of a hard day -From YOU'LL NEVER GUESS

>:D I CAN'T IMAGINE WHO IT MIGHT BEEEE, but anyway, thank you!

My form of yumejoshi/selfshipping is through projecting onto OCs, so Vash's catgirl girlfriend here is named Rose. She's augmented--because if the out-there designs of the bounty hunters can exist, so can she--and she bakes at a cat cafe in one of the small towns. =v= (The OCs with one exception are all named after tea herbs, because punny.)

Anyway, prompt answer under the cut! :D

"Today sucked," Vash groaned⏤whined, really⏤as he shuffled into Rose's bedroom, dead on his feet. "People didn't listen to me, I got knocked into a table, and the Tomas jerky wound up too hard to cut again! I hope you had a better time...Rose...?"

He blinked at the scene in front of him. That was definitely Rose curled up under the blankets, he could see her fluffy tail flicking back and forth from here. But why wasn't she answering?

Trying not to think of the worst-case scenarios, he tiptoed over to the bed, calling out softly "Rose? Hey, honey, are you okay?"

Rose lifted the blankets a bit, revealing her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy face. And her cat ears, which were lowered almost to the top of her head. "I don't know," she said, her green eyes still misty with tears. "Can...can you hug me, please?"

"On the double, ma'am," Vash replied, saluting smartly and slipping into bed after her. He was soon cocooned in warmth, both from her and the blankets. "So what's wrong⏤trouble at the cafe again?" He hoped the cats were okay.

"A bit," Rose said, snuggling into his chest. "Everything I baked today turned out awful. Too salty or burned or...I couldn't possibly give our customers messes like that." She grumbled under her breath some more. "So I wasted ingredients for nothing!"

"Was it a waste, though?" Vash rubbed her back soothingly. "You learned a lot, just by trying."

Rose managed a small, mischievous smile. "Like cutting the jerky?"

"...Well, maybe a little. I still say it was just being stubborn."

She finally laughed, thank goodness. "Vash?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad your troubles were small, today." Her words were unexpectedly solemn. "Usually, um...you don't tell me about what you're going through. I like being your," she faltered a bit, blushing, "d-'desert rose', but sometimes I'd like to know why you need me so much."

Uh-oh, turn up the charm, quick! "Well obviously it's 'cause you're my favorite catgirl in Gunsmoke," he chirped, tapping her nose. "Most places aren't lucky enough to have someone like you."

She scrunched up her nose in embarrassment and turned away, laughing. "Y-Yes they do, I wouldn't have thought of it if⏤eek!"

"You dare miss the point of Vash the Stampede?!" he pressed on grandiosely, switching from cuddles to tickles. "You'll pay for this!"

"Oh no," she pretended to swoon⏤or maybe it was for real? "The scary outlaw caught me!" And then she dissolved into giggles and frantic crawling toward the other end of the bed, which ensured he had to gently tug her back, growling into her neck. And then...

After a few rounds of aggressive tickles and cuddling (and getting swatted by Rose's tail), he forgot he'd even had a bad day in the first place. And judging by Rose's contented purring against his chest, she did too.

Next time, I gotta be more careful, though. She almost got too close...

[luna-jaden-shadow]

no. 1 Let’s Hang Out Sometime

Prompts - | Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging |

Fluff/Angst

Warning - My bias against Endeavor, Mention of severe burn,

Pairing - Tomura Shigaraki X Villain!Reader

[For the sake of this your given quirk is a wolf quirk that allows you to change into a giant wolf and when you’re not you’re sporting fluffy wolf ears and a tail along with slightly longer canines. It also gives you heightened senses.]

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You don’t remember much from before you woke up, chained up and in a transport van. There wasn’t any time to collect yourself as the memories of yesterday come flooding in. There’s not enough time as the doors suddenly open and a armored guard pulls you out of the van and into the bright sunlight and with no hesitation they’re pulling you towards the prison.

Holding your head high, you listen to their yells, their curses of your name, and the cries that damn you to Hell for all that you’ve done. Despite what they say to you, you find yourself smiling at all the people who are watching you. Your hands are chained up in front of you, connected to the chains that keep your ankles close so you can’t run anywhere. Around your neck was a collar that nullified your quirk and prevented you from shifting in any way and lowered your senses. Even the prisoners that you were passing were yelling at you as you’re dragged into the prison that you were now going to call home.

A low whistle came from you as you’re forced into the building, whistling the monkey chased the weasel. The guards to say the least were terrified of you and the fact that you hadn’t stopped smiling since you were captured and beaten by the pro-hero Endeavor. It wasn’t that you went down with much a fight but when he ended up burning your arm and almost burning down the building behind you down you were forced to give up. 

They thought you really were crazy because of all of your time with the League. In the center of an guarded room is a clear box, no doubt indestructible. Your smile cracked wider as they brought you to a solitary cell away from everyone they got more worried. The sharp to the touch canines were on display for everyone you pass to see who you were. They force you into the cell, cautiously undoing the chains and cuffs that had you shackled to yourself. One of the guards glares at you hard. “Enjoy Hell V/N.” 

A laugh leaves you as you slightly tilt your head back. The guards share a glance at each other as you turn to fully face them, a murderous look in your eyes. “Whatever you say.” With a shrug you turn back to the only bed in your cell. “All around the mulberry bush.” You suddenly started singing, making the guards jump as they close the clear cell door. “The monkey chased the weasel.” Your tail sways to the almost hypnotic song you sing. “The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun.” You walk closer to the side of the box they put you in before slamming your hands on the glass. “Pop! Goes the weasel.” 

All of the guards jumped at your out burst, making you break out into a laughing fit. “Quiet you.” Your gaze switched onto a guard that stands off by the entrance of the room. With a smile, you press your hand to the glass and flick out your tongue across your bottom lip. 

When he doesn’t react you pout. “Oh come on now baby.” Your voice fills the room with ease. “You can’t neglect a puppy like this.” They watch as you make your tail drop and hang between your legs. “I’m all collared up and everything.” He doesn’t budge and you give up, opting to sit on the bed until Gods know when. 

Hours must have passed and you were getting bored by the time that something actually happened. The lights went dark before they flashed back on, now a red colour. You sit up, your smile ever brighter as the guards start yelling into their coms about keeping the prisoner secure. Once more your whistling starts as they start to panic and stand guard.

Subconsciously, you start to rub your arm where the burn is under the bandage and the sight sleeve of your prison jumper. A flash of pain runs up your arm, making you wince with a hiss. “A fire started.” You could make out one of the guards yelling. Slowly, your tail starts wagging as you walk up to the clear wall that keeps you inside. You press your hands to the glass, watching the doors that lead to the large room burst open with all too familiar blue flames. 

The guards start shooting but are quickly cut off when one of the guards suddenly attacks another. You howl out in laughter, it was like watching a movie. “So glad this is amusing to you puppy.” Your ears perk up as you watch Dabi walk in the room, Toga beside him (no longer in her guard disguise) and the rest of the group not far behind. Your eyes drift away from Dabi and to Shigaraki the moment he steps into the room, your tail moving faster as your filled with anticipation of being let out. 

You flash your canines to them, hand on your arm soothingly as you watch them take point in the room. “I missed you guys, you know they’re really mean here.” You pout as you follow Shigaraki inside your box as he makes his way around to the door to said box. You two pause for a moment, only a clear door keeping you apart. “Hi.” Your head tilts as you give him a warm smile. 

Shigaraki gives a small smile under the hand that covers his face. “Hi.” Pulling off his two finger glove, he presses his hand to the key card, both of you watching it disintegrate and the door click open. Before he can slip his glove back on you’re hugging him, head buried in his neck as you take in his scent for the first time in what seems like weeks for you but was really two days. 

He wraps his arms around you, one gloved hand fully on you and the other with a pinky up as to not risk hurting you. “Could you do me a favor?” You mutter into his scratched up neck, pressing a kiss to one of the recent ones, no doubt caused by the stress of you being locked up. 

“Anything my love.” He whispers to you, stroking your back. You pull back from him and gently place your own hand on the collar round your neck. Shigaraki hesitates for a moment, looking at the device and how close it is to your actual throat. “Damn heroes.” He growls before reaching out and gently gripping the device and watches as it disintegrates and shows off your neck and just barely shows off some of the burn from your arm showing on your shoulder and just a little on your neck. Shigaraki narrows his eyes, reaching up his gloved hand and moving your shit collar to the side a bit, becoming angry at the sight of the bandages that wrap most of the burn on your arm. 

You place your own hand over his, frowning at him. “Let’s just go home.” You whisper, tilting your head down almost in shame. “Please?” You look up at him with puppy eyes. He gives in with no argument, commanding everyone to move out as he leads you with his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him just in case. 

Later that night you’re finally home at the base and wanting nothing more then to go to bed. You laced your fingers with Shigaraki’s as you two walk into your room. “Let me see the mark.” He suddenly speaks up as you go digging through the closet in search of a change of clothes. You perk up, looking at him over his shoulder as he has already removed the hands from his body, leaving you able to finally get a good look at him. 

You give a small nod, tugging off the jumper and pulling on a pair of sweat pants before you fully turn to face him. He almost curses at the sight of the bandage wrap that takes up a majority of your arm. “That bad huh?” You muse at the look that crosses his face. You walk over to the bed and sit down, hanging your head low as he walks to stand in front of you. “I swear I hate that hero.” You mutter as he reaches out and gently peels away some of the wrap, seeing the deep red burns on you. “Are you okay?” You look up at him. 

Shigaraki looks down at you and sighs, pulling the bandage back up. “You’re the one that’s hurt.” He states, pushing your hair back from your face and petting your ears back, smiling softly at you as you let out a relaxed sigh. The amount of trust that you put in him to not hurt you was amazing to him. Suddenly, you let out a yawn, a small noise coming from you, making him laugh a bit at you. 

He’s almost surprised when you grab him by the arm and pull him with you into the bed. “I’m tired.” You lay down in the bed, smiling lazily when he lays down beside you. Giving in to your childish mood to cuddle him. “Tomura?” He hums, arm wrapping around you. “I love you.” 

He doesn’t say anything, instead just looks down at you as you snuggle close to him, pressing your face into his chest. He runs a gloved hand up and own your back. “I love you more, player two.”

[witchy-lili]

Sander Sides Coffeeshop AU! Part 2

Well I didn’t expect part one to get that much attention..

Thank you all :)  Trigger warning : Hum, alcohol ? I guess ? tell me if I have to put something in there ! 

The first one was originally just a simple shitpost, but seeing this positivity encouraged me to write more ! So have that ! Oh and, use this song for a certain part of the chapter. Enjoy~

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Damn was this a tiring day for the owner. Logan closed the cafe’s door after the last customer, not even turning the key, before dropping down on one of the angle sofas, sighing loudly. He lifted his rectangle glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired, but now wasn’t the time to sleep.

The cafe, as much as he loved it, wasn’t enough income to maintain a stable life. He wasn’t in debt, lord knows how much he hated seeking help from others. “I always counted on myself, why change now ?”. The day was not the only time he was behind a counter. After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he stood up and went to look in his bag and looked at the hour on his phone. Eleven twenty four pm. It started at one am. He had enough time to freshen up. And so he went out, his blazer on his shoulder walking under the moonlight after putting the key in his pocket.

Home sweet and dearly home. It wasn’t much, just a simple black and white apartment with hints of deep navy blue. Hanging his blazer on the hook present on the back of his door. A soft creature came, rubbing against his legs, calmly purring.

-Well hello Plato..

The cat answered with a soft meow as Logan gently patted his fluffy cream fur which composed the majority of his body. The face, tip of the tail and paws being darker, almost black, but the cherry on top was the two icey sapphires eyes, as cold as his master’s. Only the hue was different, Lo’ having more greyish eyes. Speaking of the devil, he walked up to the living room connected kitchen, taking out a can of cat food to pour it into one of his little fuff ball’s bowl then filling the second one with water.

-There you go, you cuddle head.

Question remained, why would someone who struggled with money have a pet ?

Logan was always in control, trying his best to think about the most logical and brainey solution to a problem or way to improve his life, but even he could not just walk away from a crying kitten under the rain. He remembered the day. He was still a college student, his life was a wreck, a twelve sided Rubik’s cube with the colors constantly changing every single time he moved them. It was the same period he decided to close himself off and focus on school work but even he couldn't stay unmoved by a crying dirty kitten under the rain.

He smiled thinking about it again, all the nights worrying about Plato, putting him in his sweater while he was studying just to keep him by his side, all the books he read to learn how to properly take care of a cat, all the scratches he got, but also all the kisses and head rubs. Logan absentmindedly looked at the clock. Almost midnight.

-Shit.

Who thought he could lose himself thinking about how much he loved his companion ? Now he had to be fast. He’d usually take the time to enjoy the warm water on his skin, usually hugging himself in the process, trying to emulate the feeling of a long lost embrace, but now it was pretty late. He needed to go. Where ? Well his side job. Logan quickly dried his dark chestnut hair before putting on an elegant uniform. A white shirt buttoned to the top under a navy vest and a pair of jeans. Simple but efficient. Just like he always did.

The dark haired man arrived in front of a bar’s backdoor. Just on time after a really painful sprint considering he wasn’t the athletic type. He entered and went to the changing rooms, just to put down his bag and finally go to work. That was the program, but apparently the strawberry blonde seemingly pissed man bursting in. Only a thought crossed Logan’s mind “Oh for fuck’s sake.”.

-Oh my god Lo’ you’re here i thought i’d never see the light of day !

-..Pretty normal considering it’s past one am. -Now calm down. i’ll make you a quick drink and look for your gloves, your makeup is perfect. Just go sit down.

He walked towards him clutching his arms, the barista cringed at the contact but kept a straight face before finally realising that his friend was in a long cherry red all sparkly dress and same colored heels.

-You got a representation tonight Roman ?

-Yes and it’s an ever-loving catastrophe ! I can’t close this fucking -but amazing- dress by myself, i don’t know where my gloves are and i start in five minutes ! Jesus, am i sweating ? Am i sweaty ? Is my makeup dripping ?

The usual scenario, Logan sighed before kindly pushing his friend away and turning him to, first of all, close the dress, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach the end. Roman was already a bit taller than him, but with those heels, phew, how could he even walk in these ?

Such a drama queen. Literally and mockingly. He tapped the performer on the back before straight up going to his dressing room, the gloves were just here, sitting on the edge of the mirror. Pretty sure Roman missed them because of his stress. He then went to the bar, discreetly pouring him a bottom of whisky and coming back with the two items. Blondie jumped on his heels to hug him again, making his poor friend spread his arms to avoid damaging the gloves or spilling the drink before giving them after the embrace.

-You are a lifesaver you nerdy coffee man !  

-Don’t mention it. I have to get working, good luck.

Finally. Putting on a black apron, he came behind the bar and started serving the clients. Tonight was going to be busy. Why ? Well, Roman was performing, his angelic sultry voice brought everyone in. The lights dimmed in the club, only the stage was illuminated. The singer walked in, projectors reflecting against his strass covered dress and gloves. Claps and whistles welcomed his grand entrance as he took the microphone, glazing over the room. Logan gave him a nod and a thumbs up to encourage him. The instrumental started to play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LqbV36OhtQ&ab_channel=CalebHyles

Where have you been? Been searching all along Came facing twilight on and on Without a clueWithout a sign Without grasping yet The real question to be asked Where have I been?

The tone always sent chills down Logan’s spine. He often heard him sing, but he could never not be surprised by his talent. He forgot himself, slowly breathing, calmed by the jazzy tone of the song. Forgot himself so much that he didn’t notice the new customer sitting at the bar and calling him for the last few seconds. The barista shook his head and turned, starting his usual pitch… -Sorry for that. What can i… ...only to be met with the amber gaze of a familiar face. The man of this morning. What was his name again ? Janice ? Janelle ? Jamil ? Logan’s eyes became cold and stern again, along with his voice. -..serve you. -Looks like i was right. You’re not as boring as you seem to be. -Do you want to drink something ? I have other clients. The man in the melon hat turned his head left and right with a smirk. He was the only one sitting at the counter. -A Snakebite, if you know how to make it right. Logan raised a surprised eyebrow. It was literally two ingredients. He was clearly mocking him.  Without a word, he took the honey flavored whiskey and lime juice and put them in the shaker with some ice before energetically, well,shaking it and straining it in a shot glass, putting it in front of the snide individual then turning back to look at his friend. -Delightfull isn’t it ? I’ve rarely heard such a sultry and heavenly voice at the same time. -Well, it is Roman. They looked at each other for less than half a second before having their attention taken by the singer. Roman got compliments and flowers thrown at him at the end of his performance, and after some quick talk with fans, he sat down at the bar, sighing happily. -Damn that felt good ! Sooooo~, how are my two favorite boys doing ? Logan seemed surprised and pointed the curious man.

-You know him ?! -Yeah of course you dummy dumb ! I was the one who gave him your cafe’s address ! Ain’t he the loveliest ? -My my, thank you Romie, you’re going to make me blush. His eyes were still on Logan, still mocking him, he could have sworn even seeing this snake of a man quickly stick out his tongue to taunt him. Well. Looks like this was going to be a long night.

--------------------------------------------------------------- Surprise surprise ! You probably realized by now that I was really inspired by the talented Caleb Hyles with his “Beneath the mask” cover for this song. I just love the atmosphere. Hope you lovelies enjoyed this piece of writing ! 

[trashyswitch]

Picani's Therapy House

Virgil feels like he might need some specialized therapy to help with being touch-starved and anxious about asking for love. Fortunately, there is a Therapy House nearby that just might help him...

There, he meets Dr. Picani and his special assistant: Şüräle!

Şüräle is a mythological character that I revamped and turned into an OC. Here's the link to the character:

https://trashyswitch.tumblr.com/post/625922793756917760/%C5%9F%C3%BCr%C3%A4le-added-drawings

In this fanfic though, Şüräle is a cute little grey stuffed mouse. This is what they look like: https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/uOEAAOSwlixfJJgE/s-l1600.jpg

Hope you enjoy! And thanks @agarus-fallen-lershal for the adorable suggestion!

Chapter 1: A Welcoming Environment

Virgil walked into the open door and looked around the room for a second. The waiting room was childish-looking, but also homely. The room was painted a light purply blue color and covered with vines filled with little multi-colored flowers on them. The waiting room chairs were comfy-looking dorm chairs that were littered with cuddly blankets and fluffy faux fur pillows. There were side tables with sequined stuffies and those squishie toys, and even a pop up bin filled with pillow pets! Lastly: in the middle of the room was a kids table and chairs filled with interactive books and coloring pages with crayons.

Virgil smiled at the cute atmosphere, and walked towards the secretary. The secretary was wearing a light blue collared shirt with glasses, and had a big genuine smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Special Therapy House! I’m Patton. Are you here for an appointment?” The person at the desk asked.

Virgil was immediately caught off guard by the loud voice, but felt somewhat comforted by the heartwarming personality. “Y-...Yes.” Virgil replied.

Suddenly, someone else walked into the room. He had a black jacket on, a white shirt underneath and a pair of sunglasses on despite the man being inside a building. “Hey Pat: tone down the excitement a little bit. You’re scaring the poor little anxious man.” The stranger warned.

Patton sighed and turned to face him. “I can act how I want. And I want to make the new person feel welcome.” Patton explained.

“Well, guess what? You’re making the new person feel like running away. You wanna make them feel comfortable and safe. Not overwhelmed and anxious.” Remy explained.

“I’m...actually okay with how Pat introduced the therapy house. It...made me feel better about the type of therapy I’m here for.” Virgil explained a little quietly, but loud enough for the guy to see.

The guy with the sunglasses narrowed his eyes, but soon softened his expression. “Okay. A little warning though, I’m the only one that calls him Pat. Alright?” The guy warned.

Virgil put his hands up in surrender. “Okay.” Virgil replied.

When the sunglasses guy left the room, Patton waved him off. “It’s alright. I like the nickname. I couldn’t care less.” Patton explained to him. Which therapist are you looking to see?” Patton asked.

Virgil started to wrack his brain for a minute. What was his name again? Quickly though, Virgil remembered at least one of the names.

“Picani?” Virgil guessed.

Patton smiled. “Emile Picani! He’s a great therapist. You’re gonna like him!” Patton reacted. “You can go cuddle yourself in a seat over there, and he’ll be ready to see you shortly.” Patton directed.

“Thank you.” Virgil said with a smile before heading over to one of the seats. Virgil picked up one of the fur pillows, and immediately hugged it. Upon seeing an orange pillow on his chair, Virgil grabbed it and wrapped it around himself eagerly. He felt comfy, but it wasn’t enough. Virgil started looking around the room and came across an open chest filled with multi-colored blankets that were each made out of different materials. Happily, Virgil walked up to the chest with his orange blanket and started putting all the blankets on his head and shoulders. Sky blue, pink, brown, red, many different colors of blankets were now piled on top of Virgil. With his body now ready to marshmallow tackle someone, Virgil closed the chest and slumped into the waiting room chair with confidence.

“Uuuuuh...Hello?” Patton muttered, looking at the walking pile of blankets.

Virgil looked up at Patton with insane eyes and a mix of excitement. “I’m a blanket monster…” Virgil whispered in awe.

Patton giggled from the desk. It looked like Virgil was going to destroy the world with his blanket powers. What those powers would really be, Patton couldn’t tell you.

“Mr. San-...oh.” Someone said. Virgil looked up at the door, and gulped when he realized who it was. The man was wearing a white-collared shirt with a pink tie, and a beige sweater overtop. What really told him it was him though, was the name tag that said ‘Dr. Emile Picani, Psychologist and Therapist’.

“.........Hiiiiiiii Mr. Picani…” Virgil said awkwardly, still covered in tons of blankets.

Picani just bursted out laughing and whipped out his phone so he could take a picture. “Oh my gosh! Who knew I’d come across a blanket monster!” Picani joked as he took pictures.

Despite the cute reaction from Dr. Picani, Virgil’s embarrassment struggled to leave him and began to manifest into somewhat awkward laughter. With Picani’s help, Virgil put the blankets back and walked into the therapy room.

The therapy room had the same homely feeling put into it. There was chairs to sit on, a table to draw at if you wanted, a box of stuff in the corner, and a sheeted bed added to the side of the room. Atop the bed, was a little stuffed animal shaped like a mouse.

...Wait...Was the stuffy moving?

“Welcome to my love-atory! It’s a laboratory for those who are lacking different types of love and affection. One of my favorite psychologists to quote, is Neil R. Carlson. After a while of studying kids with little reactions to touch, Carlson said ‘When the enriched kids returned to the typical conditions that involved little touching, the physical and behavioral advantage they had obtained faded. Although the enriched group showed a better response to stress as long as eighteen months later, they still were socially withdrawn and failed to respond normally to other children and adults’.” Dr. Picani explained.

Virgil looked at him.

“Basically what that means, is even though touch-deprived kids are able to handle stress better, they are still lacking the ability to accept touch and affection.” Picani told him. “Have the people in your family been hugging you and giving you lots of love?” Picani asked.

Virgil sat down onto the bed. “Well, I have been getting lots of hugs from one specific caretaker. But everyone else has either grown up quickly, or grown to hate hugs.” Virgil explained.

Picani frowned hurtfully. “Really?” Picani reacted.

“I mean, I do get hugs and love. But I would probably get more love and affection if I could work up the courage to ask.” Virgil explained further, growing awkward from the idea of asking.

“Sounds like you’re a shy man!” another voice spoke. It sounded like the voice was coming from beside him. Virgil looked to the right side of him and reacknowledged the mouse stuffy that was there. He noticed it moving slightly before, but this time…

It was waving at him!

“Hi there!” It spoke suddenly.

Virgil’s eyes widened with surprise as he scooted away from the stuffy. He pointed at it. “Do-Does this stuffy have an automatic talking sensor or something?!” Virgil asked.

“Well yes, but actually no. He does have an automatic sensor...but by sensor, I mean ‘he’s alive’. This is Şüräle! My plushy assistant!” Picani introduced.

Virgil gulped nervously and looked at the little mouse stuffed animal. It was grey, had flat paws and even had a long, peach-colored tail! It looked somewhat realistic, but also cartoony. It had black eyes and no specific nose piece at the end, as well as no visible mouth.

“Nice to meet you! Do you have a name?” The mouse greeted.

Virgil kept in mind the moving black line that outlined the mouse’s mouth. It was...kinda cute! “V-...Virgil. My name is Virgil.” He replied, before holding out a hand. The mouse took one look at the hand, and immediately grew curious and eager for love. So, Şüräle placed his forehead onto Virgil’s hand and started rubbing its face on it. Virgil, surprised by the strange reply to his handshake, started giving Şüräle little pets and scratches. Şüräle practically melted like a puddle from the scratches and laid itself down on its back onto the bed so it could get some belly scratches as well.

“Good to see you two are getting along!” Picani reacted eagerly.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Virgil asked.

“A boy. A manly, macho boy!” Şüräle replied, showing off its muscles and claws.

Virgil laughed at this and gave Şüräle some belly squeezes and scratches. “About as manly as a toddler.” Virgil teased.

Şüräle guffawed in surprise and started kicking, squirming and giggling. “Hehehehey! Thahahat tihihihicklehes! Hohohow dihid yohohou knohohohohow?!” Şüräle asked.

Despite his manliness being proven wrong, Şüräle seemed to love the tickles! And Virgil seemed to notice this right away! “So, I guess you like tickles too?” Virgil asked Picani.

Picani blinked in surprise and slowly started scratching the back of his head. “W-Well...yeah. It’s why I came up with this type of therapy in the first place.” Picani explained.

Virgil nodded in understanding. His hand slowly started to drift away from Şüräle, allowing Şüräle to get out and start breathing and talking properly.

“How would you like to start now?” Şüräle suggested.

Picani nodded his head and snapped his 1 finger. “Yes. Good idea.” Picani replied. “So Virgil: telling by your cute little reaction to Şüräle, I think you are a bit of a Ler, as well as a Lee.” Picani explained. “So, that makes this a little more complicated. Do you prefer to be tickled? Or would you rather tickle someone?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked down and visibly blushed at the internal thoughts he was having. “I wanna...I wanna be tickled.” Virgil replied.

Picani clapped his hands together. “Wonderful!” He reacted as he walked up to the purple-wearing emo. “Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish? Or would you rather let me figure it out?” Picani asked. “Or, perhaps you could give me a spot to start with, and I can go on from there.” Picani suggested.

Virgil looked up at Picani with a smile and started giggling as he pointed to his own ribs. Picani narrowed his eyes and smirked as he understood just what he was telling him.

“Sounds like a plan!” Şüräle declared before jumping into Virgil’s hoodie. Şüräle immediately started skittering around in the sweater, and sniffing all over Virgil’s upper and lower ribs.

“Wha- HEY! NAHAHA! ŞÜRÄHAHAHAHALE!” Virgil laughed helplessly, doing all he can to not squeeze his arms against his chest.

Şüräle popped himself out of Virgil’s shirt collar. “Mr. Picani! Reporting high levels of ticklishness!” Şüräle told him.

“Ooooh! This is gonna be fun!” Picani reacted. Eager to start right away, Picani placed his hands on Virgil’s ribs and started wiggling and drumming the fingers.

“OhohoHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAY! Hohold on-” Virgil instinctively started pushing away the eager fingers. He seemed really nervous about letting people know about his ticklish weakness.

“Pushing me away, huh? I guess I’m gonna have to...GOFORTHESTOMACH!” Picani declared before shoving a hand under the sweater and tickling his belly.

“HAHAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOHOF! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Virgil laughed.

Picani giggled and started squeezing his belly more. “Look at how squish-squish-squishy your belly is! Such a chub-a-chubby belly!” Picani teased.

“NOHOHOHO IHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOHOHOT!” Virgil protested.

“But it IS! Such a lovely little belly for an emo like you!” Picani teased while he continued to squeeze it.

“Is it really that squishy?” Şüräle asked.

“Yes! It really is!” Picani told him, pausing his tickling. Şüräle gasped excitedly and shoved itself under Virgil’s shirt. With curiosity and mischief, Şüräle started squishing Virgil’s belly with its front paws, and started tickling his belly with its mouse tail.

“Hahahahaha! Yohohohour tahahail ihis soho sohohohoft!” Virgil told the mouse.

Şüräle popped out from under the bottom of the shirt and beamed. “Thank you!” Şüräle replied.

“Nohoho prohohoblehehem.” Virgil replied.

Şüräle crawled itself back under the shirt and climbed itself up Virgil’s body. It was about to pop out and snuggle into Virgil’s neck, but it stopped in its tracks when it started smelling something...pretty! It smelled nice, actually!

“Hey Virgil! Your armpit smells nice! What’s in it?” Şüräle asked as he shoved its nose into Virgil’s armpit.

“eeeEEEK! ŞÜHUHRÄHAHALE, NOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil laughed.

“Oooh! You want some help there, buddy?” Picani asked.

Şüräle removed his nose from the armpit. “Yes please!” Şüräle replied.

“Okay. Which arm are you under?” Picani asked.

“This one!” Şüräle replied while poking the sweater with its nose. Picani noticed the poking fabric, and lightly grabbed onto Virgil’s arm.

“If you were ever uncomfortable with the thought of being pinned, just let me know.” Picani told him. Then, Picani gently lifted the hand above Virgil’s head and lifted the other arm as well. With both hands pinned, both armpits were now vulnerable and ready for tickling.

“Thank you!” Şüräle said happily before sniffing and moving its nose around the armpit.

Virgil bursted into helpless giggles almost immediately and started tugging on his left hand. It was his left armpit that was being tickled by Şüräle’s nose right now, and he wasn’t able to stop it no matter how much he tried to. Picani was too strong. And yet...he didn’t have the heart to tell Picani to let him go. He liked this. It made him feel all giggly inside and made him want to curl up at the same time. It was a strange mix of feelings that he struggled to fight with.

“You feeling okay, Virgil?” Picani asked.

Virgil nodded in reply. He had a huge smile on his face that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how much he squirmed.

“That’s good. How would you feel if I tickled your other armpit?” Picani asked, as he slowly brought his left hand over to Virgil’s right side. Virgil squealed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Do you want me to tickle your other armpit? Or is that too much?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked at the lingering fingers above his right armpit and looked at Picani with a pleading facial expression. That seemed to tell him everything!

“Alrighty then!” Picani touched his fingers down onto Virgil’s right armpit and immediately started scratching and skittering his fingers in the hollow part.

Virgil let out a HUGE squeal and fell into loud, squeaky laughter! It was so cute to listen to! Who knew such an awkward and quiet emo would be hiding such a cute laugh?!

Finally after what felt like hours, Picani stopped tickling him. “Alright. I think you deserve a big break.” Picani told him.

Virgil was still giggling and kicking, and even shaking his head back and forth a little. It was like he was still being tickled.

Hmm...Maybe he was?

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Such a cute little guy! I like you a lot! You’re so fun!” Şüräle’s voice spoke.

...So he IS being tickled still!

“Şüräle? Buddy? I said for us to stop. He needs a break.” Picani told him.

“Awww...But I didn’t get very long with him!” Şüräle whined.

Picani gave Virgil a guilt-filled ‘sorry’ expression. When Virgil signalled for him to get his mouse, Picani reached under Virgil’s shirt and pulled him out from underneath. “You sir, got more ticklish Virgil time than I did! So don’t start complaining.” Picani warned.

Şüräle frowned and pouted in the doctor’s hand. Virgil, finding it kinda cute, let out a giggle at the pouty stuffed mouse.

“Hey...don’t be giving me the whiny pouts, buddy.” Picani warned before curling his finger in an evil, threatening manner. Şüräle looked up, and immediately dropped his pouty face in surprise and slight eagerness.

Picani started tickling Şüräle’s belly with a couple of his fingers. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Picani teased.

Şüräle let out a squeal and started laughing. The mouse’s laughter was super high-pitched and squeaky, making the mouse even MORE adorable!

Not even a second later, Picani laid Şüräle onto the bed beside Virgil and started tickling both their stomachs at the same time! Both of them were giggling, laughing, squeaking and even snorting!

Picani quickly figured out that Virgil has a snort when tickled long enough! And even though Picani already knew this, Virgil learned something adorable about Şüräle:

Şüräle will fall into fits of just squeaking when tickled a lot! It was like Şüräle was a real, living mouse! Only...its body was stuffed with cotton.

Soon enough, Picani let up on both of the adorable beings.

“Alright. I have to go talk to Patty the Secretary out in the waiting room. You guys can bond for a while. Okay?” Picani rold them.

Virgil nodded and happily took the time to get to know Şüräle. Through talking to the mouse, Virgil learned that Picani’s father actually get him the mouse when he was younger! Not only that, but Şüräle had taken on Picani’s childhood personality, including his childhood love for tickling! So through getting to know Şüräle, Virgil was getting to know Picani as a kid!

And of course, no bonding experience could ever be finished without a cuddle or a tickle. And for Virgil, he was gifted both. 

[nanasarea]

Mermade IV

Prompt: When Renjun and his friends decide to go to Seirina Island, he accidentally meets you, a literal fish out of water

Genre: mostly fluff

Pairing: mermaid!reader x renjun

Word count: 785

a/n:...here it is, a flashback and a cute fluffy scared renjun...how’d I do?

Tag list: @moloprint @emijjk @peachykrystal @multimulti-posts @jaeminsmainbitch

main m.list / mermade m.list / 

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*flashback*

“Maira, but I really wanna go. My cousin, Galene got to go and nothing happened to her!” You tried making your point to the head of your pod. “Y/N, i will let you go but under one condition, you must not let anyone find out about us. The second a human knows that you’re not human, they’ll kill you.” Maira warned “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated before the realization sunk in “But I thought we were friendly with the humans?” You asked.

“Most of them. If they do no harm to us, we do no harm to them, remember?” Maira asked. True, you weren’t evil fish, who were ready to kill anyone who dared be in your presence. No, you weren’t like that at all! You were more like nereids and sea nymphs, who were friendly and helpful with the sailors. 

Yes, you did posses the power to cause shipwrecks by just singing a short melody. Yes, you could make ships sink in a matter of seconds. Yes, you could enter human’s dreams and read their mind if you pleased, but only on a full moon, when you were at your strongest. Older mermaids could do it anytime they pleased, but since you were younger, you were still learning. Yes, you did have a lot of powers to cause humans harm, but you didn’t use them. Not for the fun of it at least, you only used them when they were harming you. 

*flashback over*

Maira gave you a ring before you left the pod to see the human world. It was a silver ring with 3 small round crystals, an aquamarine in the middle and two little opals on each side. It helped you control when you turn into a mermaid, if you hadn’t worn the ring, you would turn into one whenever you touched water. 

She also gave you a locket, it was also silver and the locket opened to show a picture of you and the pod. Your tails were all concealed so if anyone would see, they wouldn’t find out about your secret. She told you that whenever you want to return, you just have to hold the locket and think of them and it will guide you to where they were, since pods frequently switch locations to not get exposed.

Every night, you opened the locket and looked at them. You missed them, but you were having fun in the human world. Especially with Renjun. He took you to the amusement park not too long ago where you went on this ship-looking ride. It swung up and down, it was really fun. Fun for you, for his friend Jisung, who he brought along, not so much. You had never felt bad for a human till then. He looked like a small helpless child.

Renjun assured you he’s fine, he just gets scared easily, to which Jaemin laughed. “What’s so funny?” You asked “Look who’s talking. We once watched a horror movie and Renjun couldn’t sleep so he came into my room to cuddle.” Jaemin answered, causing Renjun to smack Jaemin on the head. 

That night, you asked what’s so scary about horror movies, so they decided to show you. Yes, you were kinda scared of it, but you lived in the sea, you had seen way too many real life monsters to not be able to sleep because of an imaginary one. Renjun on the other hand, lived on lane, so he couldn’t fall asleep. You felt bad so you practiced going into his dreams that night. You were partly successful, you managed to calm him down for a minute and a half, which was your new personal best, but once you stopped, he woke up and came to your room. 

“Hey, just checking up on you. Thought you would need some company after the horror movie.” Renjun lied “Are you sure you’re not the one who needs company?” You asked, teasing him. “Come on, you can sleep in my bed with me tonight and we can cuddle.” You said, trying to remember what Jaemin said, but for some reason, Renjun’s face started getting redder. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked “Nothing, thanks.” He blushed and got into the bed with you. “Nice ring, I hadn’t noticed it before.” He said as he watched you place the blanket on him. “Oh thanks, my aunt got it for me for my 12th birthday, I’ve been wearing it since.” You lied “That’s cute. Well, good night.” He said as he tried to fall asleep “Good night.” You said, and that’s when you started panicking, he saw your ring. 

“The second a human knows that you’re not human, they’ll kill you.”

~

[starkerforlife6969]

@starkermoodboards hi friendo um imma just request a thing then leave. can u do like a v soft like pastel peter with gang leader tony? and like maybe peter had a bf before tony and the bf was an asshole so tony just like helps peter then swoops off with the soft boi. and like all the fluff plz. ily friendo!!!!!!!!! sorry if you don’t want requests :(

TW: mentions of abuse (Peter’s bf is abusive) + violence

The boy walks past exactly on time.

Tony grins, pushing off his bike and wolf-whistling. Peter stops, face breaking into a wide smile, as he glances both ways down the road before skipping over like the little wood sprite he is. He’s carrying two cups, and he holds one out for Tony with a shy little smile.

Goddamn, Peter Parker is beautiful. This morning Tony had to press his gun hard against the temple of some moron, and now, he’s watching as the sunrise glints red over Peter’s beautiful, honey eyes. “I got you a coffee!” Peter beams, his beat up brown satchel strap almost slipping off one shoulder. It tugs the fluffy pink pastel sweater further down; showing a tantalising slip of that gorgeous white collar.

Tony takes it warmly. This close to Peter, he has to look down at the tiny boy, and Peter has to crane back to look up at him. The boy is so small, Tony could envelop him in his arms. He wants to feel Peter cuddled up in his leather, wants to see the boy squeal as Tony takes him for a ride on his bike.

“Thank you, gorgeous,” he drawls, watching as Peter blushes again. “Did you get yourself a hot chocolate?”

Pretty honey eyes slide away. The kid’s a shit liar. His face is so open, so expressive. Tony’s grateful. He doesn’t like liars, and Peter’s face is too beautiful to be hiding anything.

“Pete…” he mutters, and Peter laughs shakily, readjusting his strap and shrugging as he sips from his cup.

He winces a little at the taste, though he tries frantically to hide it. Tony frowns. Peter looks away. “Um, no, it’s just- Dave thought maybe- I should cut back a little on- he thought I-“ Peter laughs again, but it’s a horrible sounding thing. “This is a low-fat black coffee, it’s- it’s nice, really.” He insists.

Anger spreads through him- a furious hatred to the man he’s never met, a pure, dangerous loathing, as he reaches out and grabs the offending drink from Peter’s dainty hand.

“Tony!” Peter exclaims, reaching out for it, “it’s okay, honestly-“

“Do you even know how beautiful you are?” Tony snarls, so angry he can hardly appreciate the gorgeous glow on Peter’s cheek- that little delighted sparkle he gets in his eyes at a compliment. Like he’s not used to them. Like he’s not used to someone telling him he’s perfect. “You don’t have to change a fucking thing, baby. I’m gonna put a bullet in his head if he ever-“

“Tony!” Peter exclaims again, softer this time. “It’s okay, really.”

He hasn’t even realised he’s destroyed both their drinks. His thick fingers breaking through the paper cups so hot liquid is trickling down his hands onto the ground. It’s not boiling, thankfully, but Peter would never give him a drink too hot. The boy is perfect.

“Come here,” Tony whispers, tugging Peter in for a hug. Peter squeaks in surprise, before melting into him. He fits so perfectly into Tony’s chest, those thick, soft curls nestled under Tony’s chin. Tony wants to keep him here. Keep him safe.

It’s almost unreal, knowing someone like Peter Parker. But Tony’s nephew- Harley- had talked about a boy who hadn’t snitched when Harley had needed an alibi for his whereabouts on a Saturday night. One Peter Parker had promised that he and Harley had been at the library; studying, and because of Peter’s impeccable record, the police had believed him.

Tony doesn’t think Harley’s ever even set foot in the library.

But he’d tailed the so called Peter Parker, to see if he was someone they’d have to worry about, and what he’d found was the most gorgeous set of eyes, and friendly smile, and someone who didn’t seem to care that Tony smelt of gun smoke and was so quick to violence that any other person would’ve flinched-

Peter never did. He was sweet and open and appallingly good-natured. So trusting and delicate, that Tony had vowed in that moment to protect him.

To love him. Forever.

“I gotta go to class,” Peter murmurs apologetically, even as he burrows further into Tony’s shirt. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here, baby,” he promises, reaching for a cigarette. Peter nods, smiling.

“Stay safe, Tony!”

Tony chuckles at that, and is so fucking endeared as Peter waves at him as he bounds off into the distance.

“That boy is somethin’ else,” Bucky mutters, appearing out of nowhere to straddle his bike. “Looks like a fuckin’ princess, boss. If anyone knew he was with you, they’d-“

“Well that won’t happen.” Tony snaps, blowing smoke out of his mouth angrily. “Because he’s got our protection, doesn’t he?”

“Sure he does.” Bucky promises. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

Tony nods at him. “That’s why you’re my second.”

* Peter’s a few minutes late the next morning. It’s drizzly, but warm, but the rain feels dirty on Tony’s skin. His leather’s hung up on his bike’s handles, and his tank top is stained with motor oil.

It’s only a few minutes, but it’s enough to have him worrying. His hand keeps fingering the trigger of his gun- before Peter appears.

He’s in white denim shorts, his long, cream legs on display before they go into frilly white socks and neat high tops- the laces done up to little bows. His sweater is bright yellow on the grey day- much too big for him, it nearly hides his shorts, as he bounds over. He’s got a brown backpack on today, and his hair looks messier than usual. it’s adorable.

The very sight of him makes Tony’s cock twitch, and the hand around his heart loosens in relief.

“Tony! I think it’s gunna rain!” He cries, rushing towards him. “I didn’t bring an umbrella!” He pouts, and Tony wants to ravish him.

Peter leaps into Tony’s arms, hugging him tightly, and Tony breathes him in. He smells of strawberry body wash and lemon shampoo, and something floral- fragrant and warm. “You’re late, gorgeous,” he whispers, “I was worried.”

“Sorry,” Peter says earnestly, though he doesn’t offer an excuse. “Hey, Bucky,”

“Doll.” Bucky nods, allowing a small smile.

“You can take my jacket.” Tony murmurs, though in reality he’s been looking for an opportunity to see Peter in his clothes for a long time. “Protect your little sunshine outfit from the rain.”

Peter’s cheeks flood rose, but he shakes his head. “Oh, no, I couldn’t!”

“Baby, I’m insisting-“

“No, Tony, really,” Peter says, voice more worried. “It’s better if-“ he reaches out, to stop Tony from picking up his jacket, and that’s when the sleeve of his sweater slides up, and Tony freezes as he sees the dark blue bruise around Peter’s delicate wrist.

Bucky lets out a hiss behind him, and Peter frowns- before realising, and jerking his hand back.

“It’s nothing!” He cries, sleeve falling back down. “I-Tony-“

“Did he do this?” Tony whispers, trying to keep his voice low. He doesn’t want to scare Peter. Not his perfect boy. How could someone do this? To a boy so beautiful? So sweet? Peter is a ball of sunshine and good intentions- only wants the best for everyone- is the most darling slip of a thing- the most beautiful-

“It was an accident!” Peter cries, “i swear, he didn’t mean to- he’s never- never hurt me before, we were just fighting and he- he didn’t want me to go so he grabbed my hand, but he’s- he’s never hurt me before, Tony, I swear.”

Tony stares into those honey eyes for a long time, before he nods. Peter’s telling the truth. He can see that. He brings Peter’s wrist to his mouth and kisses it- very softly. “I believe you, sweetheart. It was the first time. But it was also the last time.” No one will ever mar this skin again.

“Tony, don’t-“ crystal tears gather in those gorgeous eyes, “- don’t hurt him.”

“I’m gonna do a lot worse than that-“

“Tony.” Peter hiccups, flinging himself into Tony’s arms. “Promise.”

Tony lifts Peter up- he’s so goddamn light- and sets him on his bike. “I promise.” He mutters, reluctantly, but he looks at Bucky meaningfully. His second nods in understanding. “Now, Pete, look at me, baby.”

Peter does- so trusting, so open- Tony adores him.

“You’re gonna break up with him, okay? Today, Peter. Is that okay?”

Peter nods slowly. “That’s okay.” He whispers. “I don’t think he- I don’t think he really likes me anyway.”

Who gives a shit what that bastard likes? Tony thinks. It’s about Peter. Who Peter likes. “I like you.” He murmurs. “I really like you.”

Peter goes a furious red. “I like you too.”He mumbles.

“Aww.” Bucky goes, and Tony glares at him.

* Healing takes a long while, but Tony has time.

He buys Peter frothy hot chocolates teeming with whipped cream and marshmallows. Tells him how beautiful he is everyday. Over and over and over again, and some days Peter has trouble believing it- but other days, he giggles like he’s beginning to think it’s true.

Tony only ever touches him gently. Because Peter is something to be cherished. His touch is soft, adoring, and Peter nuzzles into him for comfort and safety, and then just because he wants to.

Peter is a vision on Tony’s bike. Tony’s going to buy Peter one of his own- a nice little red number. Something sexy for his boy.

And then when Peter’s ready, Tony’s going to fuck him so deeply that Peter’s toes will curl- and he won’t remember anyone else. Won’t remember ever being with anyone else.

Tony will worship him. Adore him. Treat him how he should always have been treated.

“Well goddamn, pretty boy,” Tony hisses, a long time later, when Peter pads into the bedroom in nothing but Tony’s leather jacket and a pair of pink panties. “Are you trying to kill me, baby?” He reaches out with greedy hands, hoisting Peter into his lap, so those perfect legs are straddling his thighs and he can touch that brilliant skin.

“I’m pretty?” Peter whispers, ducking his head shyly. He needs reassurance. Everyone still does, sometimes.

“That’s the understatement of the century,” Tony groans, voice husky, and Peter beams, nuzzling his neck and pressing butterfly kisses down his throat.

“Will you fuck me, Tony?” He asks innocently, so goddamn gorgeous, and Tony nods- incapable of forming words- “And after- maybe we can order dessert if you- if you want-“

“After I’ve fucked you, baby, I’m gonna get you a whole chocolate fountain, how’s that sound?”

Peter giggles, grinding down eagerly. “Kinda kinky. I’m into it.”

Tony laughs, before capturing those lips for a kiss.

[des-draws]

it's officially July but I'm still on pride mode!!! can't stop won't stop

Here are my lgbt+/queer hcs for class 1(g)A(y)!!! Here's what they are in case you don't recognize all of the flags (bc let's be real before I started coloring this I wouldn't recognize at least a few of them either ;^; ), strap in bc it's going to get l o n g:

(also they’re listed in the order they’re shown in the deviantart post rather than this one oop)

- Ojiro is trans!! I feel like he prefers being stealth but still celebrates with all his classmates because it's such a special occasion :') - Tooru is pan and a demigirl!!! It's her first pride and she's hyped!!!! And full of love!!!!! Love Is Stored In The Tooru!!! - Todoroki is a gay demiboy!! His trauma has made his experience with gender rather vague and blurry but he's still happy to have a label to somehow describe himself!! He's using End*vor's credit card to buy all of his friends pride merch!! - Midoriya is bi and trans!! He's been so happy to see his friends discover themselves and even more so to see them celebrating :') - Iida is bi!! As the second of the three members of the Rich Kids Club, he also wants to support and reaffirm his friends by buying them pride stuff!! - Kirishima is gay and trans!! I hc that he's been basically the class' go-to for gender identity/sexuality stuff bc he's been out-and-proud since Day 1 until pretty much everyone had a big coming-out ("I'm gay!" "Cool! I think I might be bi! :0c" "I...might...not be a girl???" "I'm pretty sure I'm [ace/genderfluid/etc.]" "What's that?" "Oh, it's [...]" "...might have to look into that. I think it might fit me too?" " :'D !!!!! " ) (he probably cried bc he was so proud of everyone) and then things calmed down a bit . He's a tinsy bit sad ppl no longer come to him for it but he pushes it down because he's just so!!!!!! happy to be surrounded by so many ppl like him!! - Bakugou is gay, trans and demisexual!! The last part was the hardest for him to figure out and he spent a lot of time being confused at other people, it was when Sero shared his own orientations that he thought maybe he wasn't as alone as he had thought :') - Uraraka is bi!! She's spent years thinking her crushes on girls were just her being jealous/wanting to be friends with them/not as important/stong as the crushes she's had on boys. She's getting over that internalized stuff now and I'm proud of her!! - Tsuyu is a trans girl and a lesbian!! She's been very open about wanting people to call her "Tsuyu-chan" because she chose that name herself!! And she's so happy that everyone here is supportive of her and each other!! - Yaomomo is also a lesbian!! This is her first pride, she's so excited to see all these people with different identities and experiences come together, and while she could easily create pride merch herself she much rather prefers supporing the indepentent LGBT+/Queer creators selling their own! (Hence why she bought two different variations of the lesbian flag for both her and Jirou!) (and probably many more of the stuff you see everyone wearing lol) - (Speaking of,) Jirou is also also a lesbian and also nonbinary!! Her only connection to girlhood is her love for other girls, but other than maybe updating her wardrobe a little she doesn't mind presenting femininely. - Sero is asexual, demiromantic and genderflux!! He's v. chill about everything, he probably found out and was like "Oh. Ok cool. I'm hungy" like he has a very laid-back attitude abt his identity/orientation but he Will defend his friends' to hell and back. Group mom heck yea - Kaminari is bi and nonbinary!! He was scared shitless to the point of losing sleep when he started figuring out that he miiiight like boys too, and even more so when he realised he might not even be a boy?? Thankfully being surrounded by so many supportive people (and having Kirishima as one of his closest and more trustworthy friends) helped him accept himself :') - Mina is pan and trans!! She's always been very open about being a Romantic™ but rather than being the Disaster Pan that gets flustered around everyone, she's the Disaster Pan that flirts shamelessly using Terrible pick up lines ("If we were dating...heh.....let's just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore ;) " was the first ever thing she said to Kirishima, which earned her an extremely confused and somewhat flustered "I'm????ga y???? ???????" (it was the first time he'd admitted it out loud so he kinda thanks her for that) ) - Tokoyami is bi and trans!! A while back I read a fic that happened to have trans Tokoyami in it and was like "You know what. Yeah I can see it!" Emo culture is probably what helped him realize, with it playing around with and disregarding gender stereotypes and everything. - Aoyama is transmasculine, genderfluid and aromantic!! For the longest time he'd much rather have people mistake him for a feminine/gnc boy rather than a girl. It took him a while to come to terms with his aromanticism, since pretty much everyone expected him to be gay- he kinda expected it himself too, since he never liked girls that way, so?? But when he found out about the term "aromantic" it was like a weight lift off his shoulders. - Shoji is netrois and androsexual!! He knew he liked boys early but he's avoided dealing with figuring out his gender out of fear that he'd be disappointed- he's only ever seen nonbinary/genderqueer people depicted as androgynous and much smaller in stature than himself, so he thought he'd never fit. Seeing everyone else come out (especially the other nonbinary classmates of his), he stopped hesitating and starting working on coming to terms with himself!! - Satou is asexual and panromantic!! I don't really have much reasoning for this, I never really thought about it (or Satou himself) but when the time came to draw this I was like "Satou likes baking.....and puns are ace culture......FOOD PUNS!!! OF COURSE!!!" I'm sorry glkjhklhfdlkhj; - Koda is a trans boy!! He's had trouble recognizing it at the start because he's always been soft-spoken (almost nonverbal) and timid and kind, and """"those aren't traits of a boy""""" but he was so happy when he hit puberty and started growing So Much in stature due to his genes and people started "mistaking" him for a boy!! He came out to his parents almost immediately bc compassion and kindness seems to run in the family and he knew he'd be accepted even if they didn't completely understand!! He was more scared to come out to his classmates but when two, three, four of them come out and are accepted for being trans boys, he knows he'll be safe with them too. - And finally, last but not least, Aizawa is gay and trans!! He might act somewhat aloof about this stuff, but secretly he's very happy that his kids students all have eachother's support, and most of them their families'. Part of him is a little bitter and wishes he had the same kind of support system in their age, but he's going to be there for them if they need him nonetheless. He has his own support system now, and that matters a lot, too.

But wait!! There's M O R E !!!!! - I always love love LOVE how fanartists/editors give some of the characters more animal-like features, so I did that too!!! I went Full-on-Frog with Tsuyu (and I'm rather proud of how she came out (lol) ), but also I gave Mina some Sharp Chompers and a Fluffy lil' tail bc It's What She Deserves, and Ojiro a lil' toof poking out and ears that sharpen a lil bit at the tips? I hc that as he grows, other than his tail he'll start growing more animal features like that- sharper teeth, longer ears, claws and also, get ready.....pawbeans........the last ones give him Heck when they start growing out, and he needs his palms massaged at least once a day while they do :'( His legs get weird too and they end up looking more like a wolf's back legs :0c - I gave a lot of them freckles!!!! bc I Love Freckles!!!!!! also, as my sister very eloquently pointed out, I gave Uraraka "A R M S,,,,," bc. let's be honest. the girl got martial training she's not a twig - Sero is holding the polyamorous flag behind himself, Kaminari and Mina bc.. u guessed it,, they're all dating each other,,,,, lotsa smooches and cuddling and shenanigans bc there's only maybe one(1) braincell between the three of them and most of the time sero has it - Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Yaomomo, Koda and Aizawa are also autistic. Yes all of them. No I won't explain. (unless you ask in good faith and want to share your own hcs pls ask me then I'll explain everything and you can expect it to be as long as this description!!!!!) (I might draw something about it when it's April again maybe *thinking emoji* ) - Oh!!! and Tooru, Kaminari and Mina are ADHD. Kirishima is also dyslexic. - Bakugou has been losing his hearing ever since he entered U.A.- sure he's always used his quirk but never freely to that extend and with so much power behind it, so getting into fight after fight with such close proximity to explosions that big really did a number on his ears. He can hear a little better with the right one than the left, so Kirishima has gotten used to walking by his right side before his custom hearing aids came in, and then just stuck to that. Bakugou's custom hearing aids block out any noise above a certain volume bc let's assume technology has advanced to do that. When he and Kirishima started thinking about working together as heroes even after they graduate, Bakugou requested custom ear protectors with similar block-out features as his hearing aids for Kirishima so his ears aren't damaged by working so close to Bakugou (Kirishima cried). - I'm actually quite flexible on which of the two I hc as trans, or if I hc both of them to be. The "both gay + demi Bkg" is pretty set in my interpretation of them, but I find it interesting how their friendship/relationship could manifest and grow somewhat differently depending on if both of them are trans or if only one of them (and depending on which one of them it is). They're still the same loud rowdy boyes we know and love but there's different conversations to have and difficulties to tackle between them based on that factor alone, and frankly? I Adore It.

Okay that's all!!!! I think. Thanks for reading, if you did!! And if not, I completely understand lol

I hope you had a great pride month!!

[spiffysixxsense]

Hello annoying best friend here to fulfill my duty by asking you to answer all of the cute asks

angel; do you have a nickname?

not really. my name is already short and I don't have a prominent quality to nickname me after. The only person who refers to me as anything other than my name is my boyfriend, but I don't think “babe/baby” really counts as a nickname lol

awe; how old are you?

24

baby; favorite color?

dark teal (blue-green? I've never found a good name for my favorite color)

bloop; spirit animal?

so because I didn't have a good answer for this, I decided to google a quiz to find out, lol. My answer was a deer. here's why;

When you have the deer as spirit animal, you are highly sensitive and have a strong intuition. By affinity with this animal, you have the power to deal with challenges with grace. You master the art of being both determined and gentle in your approach.

The deer totem wisdom imparts those with a special connection with this animal with the ability to be vigilant, move quickly, and trust their instincts to get out the trickiest situations

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

i don't really have a favorite book, i don't read much outside of school (I wish i did)

movie: A Beautiful Mind

song: oh dear lord i cannot pick just one, but all-time favorite band of mine is Shinedown

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

a little stuffed dog that looked like Kipper from the TV show, I still have him :)

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

lmao what came to mind was when i pledged to never drink, smoke, or say bad words. two out of fucking three ain't bad i guess. 

bright; mermaids or fairies?

(honestly neither but) fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

given the asker, i would say yes :) also i am lame and my boyfriend is also my best friend 

buttercup; showers or baths?

S H O W E R S. hate baths!

butterfly; dream destination?

I've never had a huge desire to travel honestly. like sure i could say Italy or Greece look beautiful, but the actual act of traveling overseas really stresses me out lol. so i would have to say more like upper midwest, like Maine, in the fall time for all the pretty trees.

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

i am neither

calm; favorite scent?

anything fruity - pineapple, mango, berries, apples. at least in terms of what candles i like lol.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

i do not remember anything from last night - the last dream i remember involved my boyfriend, dad and i being lost up north lol

charming; have you ever been in love?

currently 

cozy; eye/hair color?

hazel / brunette 

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

the 1970′s for the fashion

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

love me a good succulent

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

well this last birthday was amidst quarantine, so I got some candles and granola (my boyfriend knows me well lol)

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

i have no idea? what an odd question? probably some stuffed animal?

cutsie; what makes you happy?

picnics, alone time, my boyfriend, my cat choosing to cuddle with me.

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

I really cant think of a time I've ever felt truly free. maybe when i drove myself to school earlier this year & didn't have to wait for someone to pick me up? 

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

as a light in others lives. happy, bubbly. things i currently am not

daylight; favorite album of all time?

gosh these dang music questions. well, Nickelback - All the Right Reasons was the first album i ever bought myself. then maybe Shinedown - The Sound of Madness (i cant pick one OKAY)

dear; zodiac sign?

Taurus 

delightful; concerts or museums?

concerts

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes? this question makes me feel old, lol. 

dobby; dream job?

criminologist. some way to be reducing the mass incarceration rate in the US. 

doll; how do you like to dress?

comfy, v necks and leggings. As i have gotten older i have slowly wanted to be more feminine i think, because i really want some sundresses for summer lol

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

one! when i was 12ish, i swear i saw a reflection of a uniformed man (like old school soldier uniform - blue blazer with gold cufflinks) behind me in the glass of my snakes tank at the time. it was weird because the only reason i even looked that way was because my snake started shaking his tail against the glass, something that corn snakes do when they are scared, but also something that in his entire life had never done unprompted ever. 

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

want yes, have no

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

100%. no way we are alone in this universe

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

he makes my days so much better :)

fairy; do you have a pet?

I have one little old kitty :)

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

to vacation, ocean. to live, mountain

forever; where do you feel time stop?

the secretary of state? lol

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

I've never owned a plant lol

garden; how many languages do you know?

one :(

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@cy-ne-fin 

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

sepia photography/old books that have yellowed into sepia. or fresh greenery on white marble. 

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

i don't really get any anymore, but as long as they are nice or just questions/venting, im down. don't be offended if i never answer though, for some reason i never get Tumblr notifications lol

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

im compassionate

im empathetic (which is similar but im struggling to get to 5 lol)

im goal-oriented

im determined (once i have said goal. again, related lol) 

i guess i like my lips/lip shape

heart; silk or lace?

lace

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

tea. iced, black or green really, with sugar. 

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

bird watching because it means i am probably alone and in nature as opposed to somewhere in a crowd of people. and i wont feel creepy for watching the birds lol

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

white noise, a fan running. if that's not enough, i enjoy asmr. if i am really struggling/having anxiety, i will look up sleep stories from the headspace app on youtube (life hack to not have to pay for the app lol)

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

to be outside, i enjoy just warm enough to be comfy in pants and a t-shirt (so like 65F-ish) and sunny.To be inside, i love when it is cooler (like 50F?) and raining. I love the look, sound, and smell of rain but it is usually just inconvenient to be in. 

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

well now all days are the same for me, #quarantine, so the same thing i do every day, just about nothing, lol

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

i guess laugh loudly because i am a loud person in general. i have a deep voice

kinky; do you blush easily?

i don't think so, my embarrassment turns into sweat, not blush, lmao

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

i guess being proposed to someday? but i don't have a certain dream way of it happening, just the fact that its happening is enough for me lol. id enjoy if someone (cough Elle or also maybe Michael lol) were secretly filming and/or taking photos of it? I am not sure how you'd manage that though

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

late at night when everything is quiet

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

old school three days grace (one-x album in particular)

love; what is your favorite season and why?

i always gravitate to fall for the leaves and pumpkin patches. but honestly, i think my favorite season is spring. i love the newly budding trees and flowers, the feeling of renewal, the release from the horrible Michigan winter lol, but most importantly, spring time for my whole life as of yet has always meant that school is over for the semester! as opposed to the fall when the semester starts. this is very long winded but spring final answer lol

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

I've never had a macaron and blue moon ice cream 

magic; what are five flaws you have?

ooooo boy

im short tempered/angry too much 

im unmotivated (which is confusing maybe because i said i am determined earlier. you see, once i HAVE a goal i feel determined to finish it. but i am unmotivated to create said goals, lol) 

im nonconfrontational to a fault where i always put others’ feelings before my own

i let fear of change stop me from ever taking risks/ am anxious

i am stubborn and sometimes have a hard time admitting i am wrong

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

this depends - screw pastels. warm neutrals for makeup purposes, but cool darks for aesthetic or decor purposes

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

someone who feels like home. I am not entirely sure how else to explain that. you just feel peace and content with them. 

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

something that allows you to only be with your date - so like a picnic or hike or just a walk even. my boyfriend and i liked to walk around in the fall for me to take pictures of leaves while he played pokemon go (man i miss the pokemon go summer and i have never even PLAYED it, it was just so fun to be with him while he played)

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

on youtube usually

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. if your family is toxic for whatever reason, you do not owe them your time strictly because they are family. 

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook, im not super into sweets & i want to enjoy the final product

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

normal? like its legible but its not pretty or cute

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

no:( wish i could play bass or drums

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

i don't :)

i really don't have an answer other than solving whatever is stressing me out, lol. i wish i had more mechanisms to calm me down but nothing i have tried has ever really worked

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

you know these favorites questions are hard for me lol. right now, i am loving watermelon, but i also love most fruits. kiwis! vegetable, i feel like i have to say potato lol

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

lol the last thing i read had to be some academic text, so that's boring

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

meeting Alex i guess, it changes my whole life path to have someone you want to do life with 

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

quarantine? lol

shine; art or music?

music is art.

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

i think so. Elle’s dog griffin loves me for some reason lol

smitten; do you collect anything?

not really

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

4

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

jolly ranchers 

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

nope

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

nope

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

Spongebob probably. unless we are talking like really tiny, toddler age, then Winnie the pooh

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

i live in a 2 bedroom apartment, there arent any spots. lol. my bed i guess

soothe; digital or vinyl?

i mean digital for convenience but vinyl for aesthetic 

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

i mean the only person i really actively miss ever is Alex. @cy-ne-fin sometimes, but i have also grown used to living away from each other

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyalty, honesty, & humor

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

if i must pick, practical. 

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

absolutely not. i feel like a burden with my feelings even though i shouldn't 

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

honestly not really. am on the fence still about ever having any 

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

not really

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

i am as average as they come man, nothing is unique about me lol

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

like a background friend? like i am not very social, so we do not have to talk every day to be friends. so like im here if you need me, but i enjoy alone time. 

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

the way my boyfriend looks at me, & as i was working on this my cat came to cuddle, which i gave as an answer earlier before he jumped up here :)

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owlllllll

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

the power to heal those who are hurting (including myself)

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

home home home home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

not anymore, i did in high school/early college years. not I've stopped caring

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy? kinda in the middle really. 

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

my state, sure. my city in particular is definitely pretty boring

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

I've never seen one :(

[writersrealmbts]

Endangered Species Trilogy Part 3

Part 1  Part 2

Description: Hybrid!JiminXReader: You’re considered medically perfect for hybrids, as a mate. And you fetch quite the pretty price at auction, where you’re purchased by the kindest person you’ve ever crossed paths with.

Warnings: I guess some of it might be triggering but I really don’t know.

Posted: 9/02/2018

Tags: Jimin, Hybrid Jimin, Human Reader

Angst with little fluffs: 2,663 words

A/N: It’s not exactly how I wanted it to turn out but it’s good enough for something I hadn’t planned on writing. I hope you guys like it as much as the other two parts.

The grounds were as extensive as the house. You relished the freedom that running around the yard gave you. The grass soft on your feet, the sun kissing your skin, and the wind blowing your hair. It was your favorite part of your home.

You glanced to your left, trying to decide which way to go. He caught you from the right with a playful growl. “Caught you,” He said, playfully biting your ear. You giggled, letting him kiss, lick, and bite your neck, ears, and face. He loved to playfully hunt you, specifically catching you, because you let him taste you. He loved the taste of your skin. “Such easy prey,” He teased, hands feeling your body. “So tasty. I’m going to eat well today.” You let your head drop back onto his shoulder. “You are.” He tensed, hands gripping yours a little tighter, his gaze searching your face, as if to gauge your sincerity. A car horn disrupted the fragile moment (you had a lot of moments like this, you loved moments). You looked toward the house. “I guess someone is here.” He looked grumpy, but then his eyes lit up. “Oh! That must be V-RM!” He ran toward the house, and you followed more slowly. You entered the house cautiously, peering in the entryway at the men and the strange racks with plastic that Jimin was helping them bring in. Both men were handsome and well dressed. Jimin saw you and waved for you to come over. You darted to his side and hid slightly behind him. “Y/n, this is Taehyung and Namjoon, with V-RM Fashions. I can’t take you to stores, so I brought the best fashion has to offer to you. They’re also old friends. Taehyung was in school with me and Namjoon used to tutor me. And I sort of work for them.” “He models for us,” the (barely) shorter one said with a grin. “For our top line. It’s nice to meet you, Y/n!” His fluffy tail swished happily. Jimin tried to encourage you to come out from behind him, but you shook your head, gaze flicking back and forth. “I’m Namjoon,” The taller one said, giving you a smile. “I think you’ll like the clothes we brought you. Jimin said you like softer fabrics.” You straightened a little and nodded, but you still weren’t sure it was safe to come out from behind Jimin yet. Hoseok was one matter. You two had figured out how to be around each other, and it usually involved you wearing one of Jimin’s sweatshirts that you swam in because it hid your body. Right now you were wearing a dress Jimin had given you earlier that week, one that definitely didn’t hide your body. “Jimin wasn’t lying, you really are beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like you.” Taehyung’s gaze was on you again. Jimin turned to you. “Is this okay?” He was asking you if getting you clothes this way was okay, and if you were okay with him bringing two friends into the house. So you nodded, because you were okay with that part. It was them seeing you that you weren’t sure about. Jimin hooked his arm around your waist and turned back to the boys. “Why don’t you grab what you think will look good on her for now and she’ll try them on. You’ve seen her coloring.” “Size,” Namjoon said, eying you. Jimin let go of you, stepping slightly away so that they could see you. Taehyung’s eyes widened. Namjoon bit his lip, glancing up and down your body, assessing you. “Got it.” “Has she ever tried on clothes before?” Taehyung asked, licking his lips. “Uh…she’s never been shopping before, so probably not. And they didn’t exactly give her much in the way of clothing.” Jimin’s eyes flashed with anger and hatred, something that often appeared in his features when discussing your past. You’d learned a lot about your own past from telling him about your life, and though much of it was just normal to you, he went into a rage over some of it and wouldn’t let you out of his arms for a whole day. Namjoon’s jaw jutted out, a similar look on his face. “She…you must have been treated a little better, as a human.” You nodded while Jimin shook his head. “That wasn’t better, y/n,” Jimin growled lowly. “Physically it was,” You murmured, not looking at him. You still didn’t like disagreeing with him, but you had learned it was necessary. It was silent after your comment. Jimin’s hand took yours. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” His voice sounded strained, but gently and soft. “Come on, they’re going to grab some clothes for you to try on upstairs.” You didn’t look up, but you went with him. “I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Jimin murmured, pulling you into his arms at the top of the stairs and tilting your chin up so you were looking at his face. “Forgive me?” You nodded and went on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his lips. “So, what am I doing?” “They’re going to give you clothing, you go change into it, then come out and show us and they check the fit and you tell us if you like it or not.” He opened the door to one of the guest rooms. “Is that okay?” You nodded. Taehyung and Namjoon came up the stairs with clothing on hangers. You tried on many different clothes, unsure what it was they were looking at because you thought you looked the same in all of them. Like someone wearing clothing that they weren’t supposed to. The first outfit you really liked was extremely soft, and warm. You got cold easily, often cuddling up with Jimin just to keep warm and if you had outfits like this then you wouldn’t have to bug him as much. The idea made you happy, thinking you’d be less of a burden to him, and you told him as much. Jimin frowned. “I don’t like it.” You felt your shoulders drop and you looked down at the outfit, confused. Taehyung and Namjoon were looking at each other as if trying to figure out if they should comment on the outfit or not. “Try on the next outfit.” Jimin folded his arms, tail lashing. “Do I look ugly in this?” You asked in a small voice, trying to understand what he didn’t like. He flinched and his expression wavered. “Of course you don’t, y/n. You look gorgeous in everything,” Namjoon quickly said, smiling at you. Jimin nodded. “I could never find you ugly, y/n.” “He just doesn’t want to give up cuddles,” Taehyung said, suppressing a smile as his tail wagged furiously. Jimin glared at him. You blinked a couple times. “What if I only wore it when you weren’t here?” He tilted his head, considering it. “Promise?” You nodded emphatically. He sighed and nodded. “Fine. But I lose one moment with you because of that outfit and it burns.” You grinned and hugged him, rubbing your face into his shoulder in the way that always made him smile, or at least purr. It did both this time, and he kissed your forehead. “So cute.” Taehyung made a sound of agreement with an exaggerated and elongated version of the word. Namjoon looked slightly embarrassed, but he cleared his throat. “Uh, I think we should pick this up another time, Jimin-ssi.” “Right, thanks for coming, hyung. Thanks, Taehyung.” Jimin went over and hugged them. “I’ll see you guys out. Why don’t you take your clothes to your closet, baby?” You nodded, then smiled at the men. “Thank you for bringing clothing here.” They both were wide-eyed, and managed to nod. You noticed Taehyung swallow hard and lick his lips again. Namjoon and Jimin quickly pulled Taehyung out, though Namjoon also glanced back a few times. You shrugged and waited until you could hear them talking together on the stairs before gathering up the clothes that you had gotten and lugging them to your space. It was still fairly blank, just a chair and blankets in one corner, a picture of you with Jimin, a couple pictures of just Jimin, your hand-drawn maps of both the house and the grounds, and your current book of choice—a book of fairy-tales which had you imagining Jimin as the good male characters. Then you quickly changed out of the outfit that he didn’t want you wearing when he was home and into some pajamas he had brought home with him earlier that day. You would definitely freeze in these, you darted to the bedroom and dove onto the bed, wiggling under the covers with your book. He came in a while later. “In bed already?” “The pajamas you got me are not warm,” you informed him in a false-pout. He grinned. “Let me see.” He licked his lips, that smirk on his face that said he would pounce and kiss you soon. You got up, hoping he wouldn’t make you stay in the cold air long. His gaze slowly dropped down your body, then flicked back up to your face as he bit his lip and got a strange look on his face. “You look like the perfect piece of prey.” Your face burned, but a smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself. You side-stepped a little. His tail swished once, then he tackled you onto the bed, gently biting your neck. “Do you realize how attractive you are? Are you trying to drive me crazy? You must be a daring girl to go smiling like that at other men.” You slid your fingers through his hair, enjoying the growling purr that emanated from his throat and into your skin. “Jimin?” “Hmm?” “How will you know when I’m ready if I don’t know what you classify as me being ready?” He pushed up onto his elbows, a confused expression on his face. “Huh?” “Well, you said we wouldn’t move forward or do anything unless I was ready but I don’t know what that means, so how can you know if I’m ready if I don’t know what I’m supposed to be ready for or what being ready means? I mean, I fully expected you to—” “Yeah.” “—on the first night. It’s all I’ve really been taught.” You rubbed your nose against his. His tail flicked idly on the sheets beside your hand and you absently ran your hand over it. He chuffed, then buried his face in your neck. “I want to be careful with you. What we have…I want it to last.” “You don’t think it will?” You asked, looking away from him. “I don’t want you to have any regrets. We’re both endangered species, y/n. That’s one of things so appealing about you, that you’re as rare as I am. But…even if we mate, even if we have kits, they’ll be hybrids. Not humans. Shouldn’t…wouldn’t it be better for you to have a human mate?” He murmured, sounding uncertain. “I don’t care. Maybe I should, but I don’t. Besides, if you don’t have kids with me you would have to have kids with another human, right?” He nodded slowly into your neck, holding you tightly. “I’d kill her,” You muttered, surprised at how dark your tone came out of your mouth. He pushed off of you so that he could look at you with wide eyes. “Kill her?” You hesitated, then nodded. “You’re mine.” He stared for a moment, then grinned and started laughing, falling off of you and holding his stomach. “Come on. Put on a robe and lets go eat dinner. The pizzas should be here any minute.” He got up and walked out as if nothing had happened. You sat there, confused for a moment. You supposed it was funny to him that you would threaten to kill someone who didn’t exist, especially being a weak little human. You sighed in frustration and put on his robe since it smelled like him and was bigger and warmer. You went downstairs, where he had already brought the pizza into the kitchen. “Was it that funny?” “You’re a nice girl,” He murmured, an extremely alluring look on his face as he gazed at you. “What was funny was that I underestimated how possessive you were. Here I thought I was the possessive one and it’s actually both of us. You would really kill another human?” “Human, hybrid, neither can have you. You bought me. You’re stuck with me. Besides, you probably just bumped up the value of all humans.” “You’re special, and you know it. I mean, you were advertised as perfect and I can’t even call it false advertising.” Jimin ate half a slice in what looked like one bit. “I mean, Hoseok is wrapped around your finger and even with the precautions you two cooked up he struggles to resist you. It’ll be easier after we mate, but still. You’re hard for any hybrid to resist.” “I did notice Taehyung and Namjoon staring a couple times.” You fiddled with the paper plates, finally getting one to separate from the others. “Yeah. Hey, after we do mate, would it be okay with you if I invited all of the guys over for a game night or something?” “It’s your—” He growled lightly. You carefully rethought your words. “It’s your choice. I can hide away in my room for the night if you want to invite them over since we’re apparently not mating until I’m ready. Whatever that means.” You dropped a piece of pizza on your plate. “Don’t get huffy,” He teased, kissing your cheek. You smiled a little, then grinned as he placed some tickling kisses on your neck before taking a little nibble. He sighed softly, his warm breath on your neck tickling as well. “Besides, I already know you’re ready.” You turned your head toward him, eyes widening slightly. He met your gaze as he ran a hand through his hair. “Eat well, y/n, you don’t want me to starve, do you?” You shook your head, hurrying to eat at the table. He followed more slowly, and how he made eating into such an attractive act was beyond you. He ate slowly, deliberately, his eyes flicking to you every now and then. He was testing you, your patience. Ten minutes passed, and you kept yourself from getting impatient the same way you would pass time when you were in your cage. You counted. You counted seconds, and minutes, carefully eating your pizza. He started to squirm after fifteen minutes. You kept counting, looking up at him every two minutes to gauge whether he was pleased with your patience or not. After half an hour he suddenly started laughing. “I should have known I wasn’t as patient as you. You’ve waited your whole life. You shouldn’t have to wait anymore.” He came over and pushed your empty plate away, tail curling around your waist. “Arms.” You looked up at him and then held out your arms. He slid the robe off of your shoulders and arms, then picked you up. “I’ll never make you wait again, y/n. From here on out, we’re together. You’re mine, I’m yours, and the rest is—” “Ours?” You guessed, immediately thinking of the movie. He purred deeply. “I’m going to love you until you never doubt it again. And when the time comes, everyone is going to think we’re crazy for having so many kids.” You pressed your lips to his. “I can’t believe how scared I was of you.” “I can’t believe anyone could look at you and put you in an auction. I think it’s time for cuddles.” “I think it’s time for more than just cuddles,” You whispered in his ear. He grinned and hefted you closer. “Sounds good to me.”

Masterlist.   Part 1.  Part 2.  Epilogue.

@jiminslye

[isoldmysoul-scenarios-blog]

Anonymous said:

Hello!! May I ask for some Takumi flufgy cuddling relationship type stuff?

Anonymous said:

Ooh your open! May i request for domestic Takumi headcanons? Er with summoner from FEH if that's okay? ;;v;;*jumin anon*

Yes, of course <3 hh I love that boyo so much :33Cc (and, Hello Jumin anon~ Thank you for requesting ))

I used female pronouns, I hope that’s good.

Takumi x summoner fluffy relationship hcs:

He’s a sweetheart when he’s in love. Always thinking or worrying about Kiran like one of those helicopter parents lmao. Rambling thoughts of you coursing through his mind all the time, things that can range from, I wonder how her day is going?? to random shit like, ...I wonder what kind of hair style she likes best on guys.. hopefully pony tails...

Though this is bad sometimes because his thoughts have a habit of being very increasingly paranoid at times. It’s in those moments that he can’t get himself to function, the mental illness carrying him away too far into the deep end. But it’s always you’re comforting words, that soothing voice of yours in his ear, that manages to bring him back down to reality. And suddenly he is breathing again.

He never forgets to tell Kiran how much he appreciates her. Even if he has to heave it up from his gut, because sometimes being romantic is a little hard; he just really wants you to know you’re loved.

“Thank you so much, Kiran... Thank you for being here. I really mean it, okay?” Kiran thinks he says these things in the cutest ways possible. 

(it makes it even more endearing because she knows that he only ever says mushy things like that when you’re alone together. He can’t ever bring himself to be soft in front of others.)

When out and about on or off the battlefield, Takumi is still loving, but in a more calm, confident manner (a steady arm around your waist, an affectionate pat on the back, a little peck on the cheek, etc...)

You come to realize he has two different faces. The cocky, self-assured one he shows to others, and the tender and unsure one only you ever see. It’s a warm thought, but really, it’s a little heartbreaking because it just shows how hard he’s trying to be strong.

Takumi’s favorite way of doting on Kiran is by little, affectionate pats on the head. Like, just a little shake that musses up your hair. And he’ll smile a little when he gets a little yelp, effectively catching you off guard.

He really does like patting your head. You’re about to leave with your campaign squad, he pats your head. “Be safe, Kiran.” You’re about to get something to eat in the dining hall with Leo, a pat on the head. 

“Alright. But remember even if Leo is a little charming, I’m still your boyfriend here.” He says, teasing.

Sometimes Kiran is so overwhelmed with the urge to touch him that when she sees him, she breaks out into a run and launches herself into his arms. He just laughs and spins her around in the air playfully. “You missed me that much, huh?”

He has a really soft laugh, a raspy tenor, but feathery and youthful. His laugh is one of the most precious things to you, something that inspires you in battle. With the simple thought, I must protect this man. It’s funny though, that it’s also the little things like this that keep his head on straight as well, in a war torn country like this.

The way you sometimes have a light skip in your step when you’re happy. The memory of your face lit up when you’re excited.

((and he’ll think about those things when he’s down or losing his way))

When you are separated, you write letters to each other. It’s just to hold that conversation, the small talk and interesting little things, the unexpected deep philosophic inquiries.

When you share a bed with him, it always helps keep his bad dreams away (like a dreamcatcher). And in the odd nights that they do manage to grasp him, Kiran will hold his hands tightly, silently willing them away, until the shudders finally leave his body.

And Leo is often with you two, as he is Takumi’s best friend. Naturally, he has become quite close to you as well. And you take pleasure in listening to their trivial banter, the two are always poking at each other over the petty things.

Takumi likes to braid Kiran’s hair every morning he gets the chance. He has learned plenty of things about taking care of one’s hair all his life and he’s quite skilled with handling the mop on your head. He happily does it, saying that he likes this spending this time with you to relax.

You often have study dates where he helps you with your battle plans and tactical approaches. And it’s always nice because he of course is pretty versed in the material himself. Sometimes Leo tags along as the third wheel.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Incubus!Chase Brody x Magician!Reader

I saw a post that had the idea of Chase being an Incubus so I got inspired.

This story will not have anything explicit or any major NSFW content (only v minor talk about intercourse will occur throughout since we are talking about an Incubus here).

So w/o further to do here we go-

After what seemed like an eternity, you’ve finally figured it out.

You now knew how to summon any sort of demon you desired. Each one had their own special pentagram that must be drawn correctly and precisely before you could light the candles.

Even though your brother, Marvin, strongly advised against you tapping into demonology and the dark arts, you went ahead anyway to satisfy your curiosity.

Once you had finished drawing the pentagram that would summon a demon called an “Incubus”, you took a step back to make sure the image in your book matched the one on the floor. You also checked to see that the candles were in the right positions.

What compelled you to choose an Incubus out of all demons is beyond you, although you knew how to keep him at bay should he…..try anything.

Using levitation, your book hovered beside you, showing you the page with the summoning spell. You pulled out your small ritual knife from your cloak pocket, removing one of your gloves.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at the bolded words and began to speak them slowly and clearly. “Lilith, sweet Lilith, I ask that you hear my call. I ask that you send onto this earth one of your sons. And I shall allow him to fulfill any desires he wishes. Please, take this offering.”

Then you carefully sliced your palm with the knife, watching the small stream of blood trickle onto the center of the pentagram.

It was then you felt a sudden chill rush through you and then…..a portal opened up in the circle as the candles blew out at the same time.

You held your breath as a clawed, black hand emerged from it moments later. The creature slowly rose up from it, standing on his…..hooves?

Titling your head to the side, you gazed at him. You blushed slightly at the rather revealing outfit he had on, although you expected no less from an Incubus.

 A devilish tail swayed gently behind him, and only his arms were black, the rest of his upper body sporting a pale complexion.

But strangely enough he had the lower body of a satyr and….some kind of snapback hat you’ve seen teens wear all too often. It was then you began to wonder if you made a mistake somehow-

“Like whatcha see, baby~?”

You blinked in surprise as the Incubus spoke, smirking as he leaned against the wall. Then he looked down at the pentagram and candles, skipping over them. “Lucky me to be summoned, eh?” He chuckled softly, his glowing blue eyes gazing into your [e/c] ones curiously. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“[Y/n],” you replied to him, your heart pounding a mile a minute. “And..yours?”

“Chase. Short and simple.” He grinned, flashing his sharp teeth. “Wanna see what I can do?”

Already you were having second thoughts, but since you’ve made it this far you knew there was no going back. So you nodded. “Alright..but-”

However, a ball made of smoke appeared in his hands. Then he turned and went to shoot it into your trash can on the other side of the room. He missed, though, so he conjured up another one and shot that, this time making it into the bin.

“WOOO~!!!” Chase jumped with joy, spinning back around to face you with a childlike grin. “Did ya see that?? I made the shot!!”

“…..is that really your method of seduction?”

His smile faltered. “U-Uh…yeah, pretty much…look. I’m whatcha call a “lower tier” Incubus. See?”

He removed his hat, revealing to you the pair of small, nubby black horns that were almost hidden in his messy, fluffy grass-green hair. “The bigger the horns, the stronger our seductive powers and lust…..meaning I’m kinda…..very weak in those categories.”

“I’ve read about that,” you nodded in understanding. “So..you wanna just hang out and I can tell you about myself?”

Chase looked at you, surprised. “Really? But I…um..thought you summoned me..to uh…y’know….” A slight blush rose to his cheeks.

“Well I mean…I just picked a random demon to summon since I’ve never done anything like that before. Besides you..don’t seem comfortable with doing that.” You gave him a gentle smile. “And I understand since we only met not even a minute ago.”

“B-But..” He stammered. “I mean..I’m a-an Incubus. That’s my..m-my purpose. I-I have to…I…I need to-”

“Hey.” You took his hand into yours, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. “It’s okay, Chase. You don’t have to force yourself upon me or anything like that. I don’t mind if you wanna wait until later when we know each other better. We can always just…cuddle if you want at least some kind of intimacy going on.”

After giving it some thought, the Incubus sighed in relief, relaxing his shoulders. “A-Alright. Thanks, [y/n]...I...appreciate it.” He smiled at you.

“Of course. Consent is always key as they say.” ………

Over the course of a month, Chase pretty much became your demonic roommate. You had erased the pentagram you drew on the floor when it became apparent that he had quickly grown attached to you.

No, you two didn’t engage in any sexual activities whatsoever. Instead you simply told him about your life as a magician and how you branched off into other forms of magic besides silly card tricks.

And he was there to….simply fill that lonely space you’ve had in your heart for quite some time. You were always cooped up in your house studying spells that you’ve lost touch with many of your friends.

But with Chase being there for you…you did feel a lot better.

Cuddling became an all-too common activity for you both. At first it was awkward, considering that he refused to change his outfit or put on something less…revealing, so you were basically hugging an almost completely naked guy.

Thankfully, though, he was okay with a blanket being over him.

Whenever you two were laying down, he liked to curl up and bury his face into your chest for the most part. But he was an Incubus, so you weren’t too surprised that he wanted to use cuddles as an excuse to get close to your breasts.

He would still try to “seduce” you with more of his silly trickshots, even though they just made you laugh more than anything.

Oddly enough, despite it being an entire month and the moments of intimacy you two shared, his horns barely grew an inch and he never really lusted after you.

There were hugs, cuddles, and kisses, but never….anything beyond that.

You were okay with that, and you never tried to force him into doing anything he didn’t want to just so you could be pleasured.

You were more than happy with the sort of relationship you maintained with the Incubus, and it seemed that he was, too. ……..

“Chase? Honey? I have a really cool spell I wanna show you~!” You grinned giddily as you made your way to your room, spellbook in hand.

Although when you reached the door, you noticed that it was closed, which was strange considering you had it open before.

But then…you could hear soft whimpers and sobs on the other side.

“Chase?” You opened the door to see the Incubus on your bed, curled up in the very corner and hidden underneath a blanket. His tail was the only part of him sticking out.

Worried, you walked in and climbed onto the bed beside him, wondering what got him so upset. “What’s wrong?” You removed the blanket, only to find him with his face buried into his knees.

After a few moments of crying, he stopped and looked at you, his once vibrant blue eyes now dark and rimmed with tears.

“M-Me..”

You blinked in confusion, shifting closer and wrapping your arms around him. “Honey..” Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by-?”

“I’m…wrong [y/n]. I’ve…I-I feel like a-a disappointment….br-broken..…bu-but I don’t…I didn’t....w-wanna…” It was obvious he was having a hard time speaking, so you hushed him and held him close.

“Shhh, don’t keep it in. Just cry it all out.” You coaxed as you removed his hat and stroked his head. And he did just that as he shoved his face into your warm chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

With a soft sigh you ran your gloved fingers through his hair, your hand glowing with a pink, calming aura. It was something that automatically activated whenever you were close to someone feeling distressed. You gently kissed his horns as well.

After about a minute, the magic did its work and Chase calmed down, his sobs ceasing as he sat up slowly. “Th-Thank you...sorry a-about the stain..“ He mumbled, glancing down at you shirt.

“It’s fine.” You waved it off, the pink glow vanishing. ”I-”

But you were cut off when he then grabbed the end of your cape, bringing it up to his face to dry his tears and blow his nose into it.

‘Eww..’ You grimaced slightly. ‘And I just washed this, too..’ But you shook away those thoughts, knowing that whatever reason he was crying was more important than snot on your cape.

“So what do you mean you’re “wrong”, Chase?“ You cupped his cheek, wiping away any stray tears. "Is it because we haven’t...made love yet?”

“N-No..it’s… m-more than that..” He sniffled, placing his hand over yours and nuzzling your palm. “Honestly I...I-I was never fond of being summoned just for sex.”

You blinked in surprise, before you came to the realization as to why he said he was “wrong” and “broken”.

Because he was not like other Incubi.

“I know I was created to..lust after humans and nothing more,” he continued. “But I....I wanted to know what it was like to actually love one for their..personality and not just their body. I wanted to just do things like cuddle, and talk about life, and eat snacks, and watch movies like...normal human couples.”

A tiny smile grew on your features as he spoke those words. You almost forgot that this was a demon from down below and not an angel sent from above.

“And you got to experience that, didn’t you?” You asked softly.

“Y-Yeah,” Chase nodded slowly. “But...o-others who have summoned me simply....sent me back when they realized I-I didn’t want to...f-fulfill their desires right then and there.” His eyes filled up with tears. “And my mother...w-would be waiting for me...so disappointed..and my brothers w-would laugh at me. I-I keep promising them I’ll do it....but-”

“I won’t send you back.”

He gave you a double-take, eyes widening. “What...?”

“It’s obvious that you’ve been a lot happier here,” you elaborated. “So I don’t see any reason why you should go back. Besides I’ve already erased the pentagram if you hadn’t noticed. And it was incredibly hard to draw out...so I don't plan on doing that again anytime soon”

For a few moments, he stared at you, shocked. And then his face lit up with a smile as he hugged you tight. “Th-Thank you so, so much, [y/n]...I..I-I love you..” He kissed your shoulder. “I love you so damn m-much.”

“I love you, too, Chase.” You returned the hug. “But just remember, those things you said don’t make you any less of an Incubus. You’re not “broken” or anything like that, you’re simply friendlier and sweeter than most Incubi. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, understand?”

Chase nodded, nuzzling your neck and kissing it a few times, his scruff tickling your skin. “I-I understand..I’ll stay with you....on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“That I show you more of my latest trickshots. I think I’m getting better at ‘em.”

“....alright. But, I also have one condition you must agree with.”

“What would that be, babe?”

“We gotta get you out of that stripper outfit so I stop having nosebleeds every other day.”

“.....fair enough.”

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Hi! Eglyssa here. Could you write a story about James' patronus changing from a stag to a grim/large dog, please? Thank you :)

((A/N: I feel like this wasn’t as fluffy as you were hoping...)) 

Sirius groaned as he fell back onto his bed. If this had been three months ago, he would’ve collapsed on James’s bed, but, well. “I can’t believe they want us to try patronus’s in Defense.”

“It’s a good idea,” Peter said, “with Dementors multiplying at the rate they are.”

“Not the point Petey!”

“There was a point?” Remus muttered dismissively.

“You can’t tell me you think this is a good idea,” Sirius said.

“I do.”

“What?” Sirius leaned up, resting on his elbows. “Why, exactly?”

“The reasons Peter just said?” Remus gave him a ‘duh’ look to match his tone.

“Do I need to remind you lot that we can already make patronus’s? Don’t you think that will be a tad suspicious?”

“You and James get almost everything on the first try,” Peter said, probably trying to be comforting.

With some difficulty, Sirius shot a v at him. Next time he did that, he should probably not have all his weight on his arms. “The point is that Remus is a werewolf, and so is his patronus. Not to mention that we could get caught for being illegal animagi if someone cares to connect the dots.”

“They don’t care though,” James said, and Sirius almost flinched. It felt like all of their interactions were lined with barbs these days.

Sirius leaned up all the way and pulled off his shoes as he started getting ready for bed. “Fine, whatever.” Ever since they’d broken up two months ago, things had been… off. It was exactly the reason Sirius had thought it was a bad idea for them to get together in the first place: James wouldn’t want to be with him for long and then they’d break up and it would be awkward as hell.

Sometimes he hated being right.

He closed his curtains as soon as he was finished changing, then cast a silencing charm. He moved his pillow in front of him to cuddle it, trying to pretend it was James. It didn’t work. He sighed, and moved it back under his head. He missed James like a physical ache, but nothing he did lessened it. Part of him wished he could just ask James to take him back, but James had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t feel that way about Sirius. The problem was, of course, that Sirius was in love with him and James was well aware of that.

~~~

Sirius used an old memory of the Marauders to power his patronus, going back from before they were animagi because anything more recent felt tainted by what had happened between him and James. Padfoot burst from the tip of his wand, wagging his tail as he happily bound over to Moony.

Peter was currently shooting out some shields, trying to find the right memory to use for Wormtail to come out. James however, wasn’t even trying. He was twisting his wand in his hands nervously, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there. It was a look Sirius was unfortunately well-acquainted with now. He shook the thought from his head, focusing on that time they’d started drawing up the early plans for what would later become the Marauders’ Map. It had been good back then. No one was worried about dating, Voldemort, or Death Eaters. Or maybe people had been, but they hadn’t.

Professor Woods was walking through the room, smiling encouragingly at the students who looked dejected, giving pointers where she could. “James?” she asked when she came around to them. “Do you want to give it a try?”

He didn’t really respond, giving his wand a wave. “Expecto Patronum.” Sirius waited for Prongs to come out and wondered if he’d play with Padfoot, or if it would mimic life now and they’d avoid each other.

Except Padfoot appeared.

James didn’t look surprised, just kept his eyes on his patronus as it ran around, eventually finding Sirius’s. The two grims played together happily until Sirius lost track of who was whose.

Class let out a minute later, and James left ahead of all of them.

Sirius, for his part, didn’t know what he was feeling, but there was a lot of it. So much that he was nearly vibrating by the time he got to the dorm and slammed the door shut behind him. Remus and Peter had stayed down in the common room, not saying anything, but it was obvious, all the same, that they were giving Sirius and James space.

“What the hell was that.”

James pretended like he couldn’t hear him and continued straightening the duvet on his bed uselessly.

Sirius stormed over, putting a hand on his shoulder and shoving him so that he’d have to face him. “What. Was. That.”

James- he just looked sad, so unbearably sad. James shrugged helplessly. “All my best memories have you in it.”

“That’s not it and you know it.” It was part of it maybe, but not the main reason.

James looked down at where Sirius was still gripping him. Sirius let go as if burned and took a half step back. James continued to look where his hand had been. “I miss us. Don’t you?”

“Don’t change the subject,” he grit, but he was feeling more sadness and panic than anger. Of course Sirius missed him, missed them. But Merlin and Morgana this was not the time for that conversation.

James apparently disagreed because he blinked slowly, looking at him again. “I broke up with you because I thought it was the right decision. It was supposed to keep us both safe.”

“What? But- you said--”

“I lied.” His fingers brushed against Sirius’s shirt before he pulled back. “We’re blood traitors. It won’t be long before the Death Eaters decide to start targeting people like us. Add in that we’re both men and we wouldn’t stand a chance; you know they ‘disagree’ with relationships like that.”

Sirius floundered a bit. This was not what he expected when he had stomped up the stairs bare minutes ago. “Since when do we care what other people think?”

“Since they could kill us, Sirius. Yeah, I love you, but I’m not sure a relationship would be worth it if it gets you killed!”

“...You love me?”

“I- well yes but that’s not the part I wanted you to focus on.”

Sirius covered James’s mouth with his hand. “I love you. And if you love me, then we should be together, and sod what anyone else thinks. Death Eaters would find a reason to target us whether we gave them one or not. Let’s just,” he moved his hand to cup James’s cheek, “let’s just be, okay?” He leaned in and kissed him chastely. “And don’t break up with me again unless you mean it.”

“Won’t happen,” James assured him, kissing him back. “This is a bad idea.”

“Whatever you say, Prongs. You never did say why your patronus was Padfoot, though.”

“Yes I did. All my happiest memories have you.” He kissed his cheek. “And I love you.”

[lovinghobwi]

Family Picture

Prompt : “I said no more dogs, what did you do? GOT ANOTHER FREAKING DOG” Genre : Fluff 🍯 Pairing : BTS’ V x OC Warning/s : none

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It was another stressful day at work and you couldn’t wait to finally get home and let your body be comforted by the warmth of your bed or if you’re lucky enough maybe your boyfriend’s warmth.

Sighing and feeling even more tired your gaze suddenly settled on the long line in front of you, god could this get any longer and slower?

‘I just really hope he’s home’ you thought prying your mind from more stress and like an automatic switch your mind immediately traveled to the last cuddle session you two had.

Just the thought of cuddling with him made you sigh, it almost felt like his warmth was ghosting over your worn out form making your tensed muscle relaxed a bit —cuddling with him is always a piece of heaven on earth.

~

After a few more hours of waiting in line and the actual ride home you were finally just a few steps away from your shared apartment.

‘Finally’ you thought as you key in your password, the familiar ding sounded like music to your ears.

You took off your shoes but before you could even properly enter the threshold,

WOOF! WOOF!

“Oh hey babies” you cooed as you bent down to pat and let your dogs, Summer, Winter, Autumn welcome and cover you in their love filled dog saliva.

You giggled feeling a bit better by their warm greeting,sighing contentedly you stood up and wiped off some dog saliva from your face you walked into the living room with them in tail.

You called in to check if your boyfriend was home or not.

“Here,babe” Tae answered and it sounded like he was inside your shared room and so you walked in that direction.

“Taehyung~” You softly called outside the door you don’t want to just barge in, like what if he was changing or something.

You didn’t get any answer instead your ears was filled by the background music of the video game he loved so much and you took that as a cue to enter. 

“Taeh-OH MY GOD” you exclaimed as you opened the door, Taehyung paused the game to look at you. 

There in all might despite being so small was a cute puppy, a puppy welcomed you and no, it wasn’t your boyfriend. 

It is a puppy like a puppy smol baby dog puppy. 

“Oh hey babe didn’t hear you call again” he said finally breaking the silence, he started to bounce his way to you in all smiles but you stopped him mid way no matter how cute he looked. 

“Kim Taehyung! I said no more dogs” You exclaimed meeting his gaze. 

You weren’t upset or anything it was just you were both always away, him on tours,recordings and practices and you on work and school, feeding and taking care of the other three was already a worry yet here is another one and its a freaking puppy! It’s still a baby. 

“And what did you do? Get another freaking dog! And really Tae, a puppy? how are we suppose to take care of him or her” you sighed. 

“But I can’t help it, and fyi he’s a he and I named him Spring. I was on my way home and I saw him on the pet store down the street, he was alone and when I came to buy food for the three he looked up to me and showed me his cute puppy eyes that literally asked me to take him home with me. If you were there you would do the same thing” he reasoned out animatedly, he even did a puppy eyes. 

“But that was what you said when we got Autumn” you countered in which he answered with a shy smile. 

Not having any any energy to argue,let alone speak you stayed silent and eyed the puppy who excitedly wobble around the room. 

You heard Taehyung sigh before walking up to you and enveloping you in a tight embrace. 

And it made you melt right there and then. 

“I’m sorry. I promise he’s the last one” he whispered into your hair. 

You playfully pushed him by the chest, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep”

“Touchè” he said and you both chuckled before hugging each other again. 

 Later that night~ 

“Ompf” Taehyung grunted as he plopped beside you on your bed, pulling you closer to him. 

“Hey, I noticed you were tensed since earlier wanna cuddle?” He mumbled close to your ear as he rubbed soothing circles on your arm. 

“About damn time you asked” you joked. 

“What did you just say?” He jokingly pulled away,the coldness of the space between the two of you sent shivers down your spine. 

“Being sarcastic are we?” He said now in a kneeling position, oh no.

“OhmyghahajHAHAHAHAhahahahahhandjPLSSTOahDJDJFP” You said in between laughs, he was now on top of you the both of you gasping for air with silly smiles on your faces. 

“I love you” he choked out, the silly smile never leaving his lips. 

“And I love you to–” and before you could even finish your sentence. 

 WOOF! WOOF! 

3 fluffy and hairy babies jumped on your bed making you and Taehyung chuckle. 

He got off of you and sat beside you watching the 3 dogs moved around in excitement. 

You looked around and you didn’t see Spring, the new addition to the family anywhere so you decided to look for him thinking he lost his way following his brothers and sister but just as you were about to get off the bed a cute fluffy smol bean looked up to you, tilting his head cutely. 

He was quietly sitting on the floor, his tail wagging creating small a ‘thump thump’ against the floor.

You chuckled and picked him up, “There you are” 

You brought him close to kiss his nose and in return he gave you a sloppy kiss which made you giggle. 

“You’re right, he does have a cute puppy eyes” you chuckled as you set yourself beside Taehyung. 

“Hate to say this but told you so” he said looking into your eyes and before you could even think of something witty to retort Taehyung had exclaimed, 

“FAMILY PICTURE!” causing the dogs including the one you’re cradling with jump in excitement. 

'I could get used to this, I don’t care anymore how many dogs would he bring home next time, this is literally the best way to relax next to cuddling of course’ you thought watching the 5 of them in pure happiness. 

“Y/n, come here family pictures wouldn’t be the same without you”

END

[saviormysticmeme]

RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there

So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.

Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*

Yoosung

Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??

“Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”

“Yeah at my place where it was just us...Is...Is your family ok with this?”

“Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”

“O-Okay.”

You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.

But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides

Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”

“Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.

You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.

You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.

It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’

You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his 

YOOSUNG NO WORK NOPE NADA IT’S OVER

This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.

Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook

So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.

“MC are you sure?”

“We’re not gonna go crazy...I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.

‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.

He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his

Turns his head to yours

So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.

You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.

It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.

You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.

You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.

Jaehee

She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.

You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house

You guys arent quiet enough for that

You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.

You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.

She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.

You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.

And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.

“MC…” She chuckles

You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up

Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.

You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.

Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”

Zen

He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.

“Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)

You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”

“No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.

After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but

He just sat at your desk and looked around

“Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you

But Mc…… T H E B E A S T

It could appear at any moment.

I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.

So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST

You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.

So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail

Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.

They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.

“MC...what are you doing?” He chuckles

“Just touching you”

MC Phrasing please

Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.

His eyebrow twitches

MC please he is using all of his self control right now.

You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now

Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus

His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.

You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.

The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.

“Hyun? You ok?”

“ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”

“So don’t.”

He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”

“So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”

“But your roommates are-”

You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.

His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”

You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”

HOOOOOO BOY

I WONDER IF THE MUSIC COVERED THE SOUND OF HIM SLAMMING YOU DOWN ON THAT BED

Music: High

Kisses: Heavy

Beast: Unleashed.

You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.

Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.

He glanced at the clock.

“Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.

“I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.

Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.

“It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.

“You too!” They both chimed and waved back.

Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.

You shut the front door, and as soon as you did

“Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?

“Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red

“Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.

“We didn’t-” You tried.

“MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.

You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.

Jumin

You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.

More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin...he’s not the best with jokes in general.

Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.

You had given them a fair warning...but they didn’t think you were serious.

You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.

After dinner you escorted him to your room.

Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other's arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.

 You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.

“So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered. 

“Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it

“I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”

Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways

“I mean, I would but uh...my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”

“And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.

“Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”

“Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking

You couldn’t take it

Fuck the roommates

Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know

You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Kitten I thought-”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.

 When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”

You two got wild

....I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details 

Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.

Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.

Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.

Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh...noise.

“Hey guys...so uh...hahaha awkward amiright?”

“I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”

“Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”

You’re never living this down. Ever.

Seven

He came over to meet your family

He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass

He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.

After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.

These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones

At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other

Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.

It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.

At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.

The giggles continued.

Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise

More memes and time passed

Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away

That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.

You just feel so much...love for him.

So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.

He laughs “MC what are you doing?”

“I just...I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes...Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.

He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.

He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.

It’s love.

You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other's eyes until both of you doze off.

It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry

But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.

You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”

He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.

A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.

This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.

“Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”

In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”