#he is much more gentle and lenient on other people than he is on himself

[snaileer]

A Comet’s Flare - Part 1

Inspired by this

When Alfred hears a knock on the Manor doors, he thinks nothing of it. Bruce is still at WE for a little longer and the children of the manor at school, so he opens the heavy doors to tell the guest as such and take a message.

The words die in his throat.

There’s no reason for it, not really. The young man standing before him is no more unusual than any other, his features bearing a passing resemblance to the many occupants of the Manor but only in the way that many young men with the same characters seem to look alike.

Alfred could not tell you what it was that made his mouth dry out and his steps falter.

But he could tell you with certainty that it had something to do with the way he did not gasp or feel his heart stutter in his chest.

Instead, Alfred feels a wave of melancholy wash over him and steps aside to gesture the man in.

“Would you like some tea, sir?” Are the first words he manages to get out.

The man gives him a gentle smile as he steps inside, “That would be lovely, Mr.Pennyworth.”

Alfred leads the man towards the kitchen, feeling his back prickle with the soft footsteps behind him.

He doesn’t turn back around even once the kettle is on the stove and the man speaks again, “You already know why I’m here then?”

Alfred sets his hands on the counter in front of him, gripping it for stability. “I thought I’d have more time.”

“You’ve had quite a bit of time Mr.Pennyworth. Time has been rather lenient about it, in fact, letting you borrow so much.”

“I have work to do,” Alfred says, voice tight and insistent, “The West wing is due for cleaning, I’ve just ordered the ingredients for young Master Damian’s favorite dish, it’s nearly his birthday you know and there’s a gala on the horizon- I can’t leave now, it’d never get done-

“Mr.Pennyworth, there will always-“

“Alfred. Please,” Alfred turns and faces him, “Please just call me Alfred.”

The man gives a small nod in concession, “Alfred, could you honestly say that if you finished those things, it would be the right time? That there would ever be a right time?”

“But my boy- Bruce- he needs me, they all do! I couldn’t just leave them behind like that, let them fall apart. I raised him, I helped raise all of them-“

“And now you have to trust that you raised them to stand on their own.”

The screeching of the tea kettle interrupts Alfred’s reply, making him startle like a young boy. He moves it from the stove and sets about making the tea.

After a moment’s hesitation he pulls the Wayne china down and sets a cup and saucer in front of them both.

He’s silent as he pours the hot liquid and then sits next to the man with shaky legs.

He notices the large ring the man is wearing when it clinks against the porcelain. A skull shines in the metal, dark eyes staring back at him.

“Tell me about them.”

Alfred pulls his gaze up from the ring to the man’s face, giving a hum in confusion.

“Your charges, the ones whom you care for so much that you delayed your passing by more than a few months.”

Alfred’s mouth felt dry again and he sips his tea before finding himself capable of answering, “Bruce is… to say, he’s reserved,” Alfred throws his thoughts outward in lieu of his lack of action, “He seems to think that covering up his emotions will prevent him from feeling them at all. It’s… something that I fear I may have passed on to him. The conviction that if you will it, you can control it. And we see how well that worked for me,” Alfred looks down at his hands shaking gently in his lap, he clenches his fist to still them.

“It seems to have served him well enough, Alfred. He’s achieved many things. Many people would say that that conviction has saved their lives.”

“Many people would not see how it weighs on him,” He snaps back, “His accomplishments mean nothing to him in the face of his children, and too often does that same conviction get in the way of showing them he cares.” Alfred pauses, “I let it do the same to me, and I see the consequences every day, he prioritizes his mission, his work, over his life; I did- I do the same, choosing to ignore-“

Alfred stops, mouth open in what would be a gasp, “Julia!” He turns to the man next to him, seeing his hands wrapped around the fragile cup and an eyebrow raised in question, “Please I have to tell my daughter, she lives in England still, I left her there, I need more-“

“Time?”

Alfred stops.

“But I’ve already left her behind once, I couldn’t- I can’t do that to her again!”

The man said nothing.

“I can’t! It would be unfair, not to me- to her!”

The man hums, gazing out at the garden Alfred so dedicatedly cultivates- would he have to hire someone to do it? Would Bruce or one of the boys pick it up when he was- “I am not Death. Death has already come. And gone. I am here because you did not.”

Alfred remains silent, trying to reframe the man, trying to understand anything, make sense of the why-

“It has been a long time since I was in the living world.” The man is still looking out the window as he taps his ring to the granite countertop.

Once. Twice.

Three times.

The sound echoes.

“Too long, in fact. I believe I miss it. I should like to visit, see some things, places. Do you know a good place to watch the stars?”

Alfred almost questions him, but the answer slips from his lips, “Gotham Observatory is always open at night,” Alfred feels his brows furrow, “But you’d be more likely to see anything in the woods, there’s less light pollution.”

The man hums again, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He takes a deep inhale and then opens them to look at Alfred, his stare heavy, “There’s a meteor shower the third night from now, I would like to see it before I return.”

Something akin to hope blooms in Alfred’s chest, “The skies will be clear for a while now I’m sure, there’s no weather for the rest of the week.”

“Three nights. Only.”

Sharpness stabs Alfred’s heart but he swallows it and nods, “Of course, thank-“

“You were telling me about your charges, Bruce and… Damian, was it?”

Alfred ignores the ugly truth and let’s himself fall into the stories about the many children Bruce has taken in-his grandchildren. He could almost believe he was reminiscing with an old war friend, detailing his favorite parts of each child that came through over the years, the things that simply drove him mad, their utter lack of care for themselves, not that he could really talk at this point but-

“Alfred? Who’s this?”

Alfred is ashamed to say he startles, if only lightly, when Bruce’s voice interrupts them.

He turns to see Bruce’s confused expression, lined with concern, curiosity, a threat assessment in the movement of his eyes over their guest.

The guest in question simply stands with a smile, finishing his tea-somehow the pot is empty- before setting the cup down on the porcelain with a light clink, “The tea was delicious, Alfred. But I believe I have to get going now, places to see, things to do, all that.” There’s a slight mischievous look to the man’s smile as he nearly glides past Bruce, “Remember Alfred. Three nights. No more.”

Bruce narrows his eyes and goes after him, “Surely I can call a cab for you then, I wouldn’t want one of Alfred’s friends to be stranded. I’d just need your name…?”

The man smiles, already opening the front door, “Actually, Mr. Wayne, I think I’ll walk. I imagine it’ll be good for me.” He huffs a laugh.

Bruce hardly has time to follow before the man steps through the doorway and Alfred’s voice calls out, “Let him go, Master Bruce.”

Bruce spares one last skeptical glance to the doors before turning back to the kitchen adjacent sitting room.

Alfred is still in the same seat as when his guest had left.

He never allows a guest to ‘let themselves out.’

Bruce scans the room, trying to piece together something from the odd behavior, his eyes snagging on the china he’d seen his mother use only once.

“Who was that Alfred? Why did he leave so quickly?” Bruce asks, voice lower than usual, as it always was when he felt too many clues weren’t adding up.

Alfred sighed, clapping his hands to his thighs before standing with his usual perfect posture. He looks to Bruce with a considering smile, “How would you like to join me for a bit of gardening, my boy? It’s been too long since you’ve walked these grounds with me.”

Bruce feels his face twitch with confusion, “Uh.. Sure, Alfred. I guess we can do that..” He says, feeling oddly wrong footed.

Alfred smiles back at him, “Wonderful, Master Bruce. Now,” Alfred steps forward, putting himself in pace next to Bruce,

“Let’s catch the sunlight before it goes dark.”

[yuusishi]

*crashes in* hey :]

I've cometh to request even more of the twst bois with a nightmare-prone s/o, this time with Sebek, Rook and Jack (they need more love lol)

. . . SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

pairings : Sebek Zigvolt , Rook Hunt x gn!reader

genre : fluff , comfort (?)

cws/tws : mentions of nightmares , sleep deprivation

a/n : I didn't expect this to get as long as it did tbh also I'm sorry I didn't include Jack 😭 I was super unsure on how to write him in this scenario

Rook Hunt !!

He found out about your situation when he was people watching during break time and he just saw you faint around the Great Seven statues. Thinking you had a heat stroke or maybe you weren’t eating well and passed out from starvation, he sprinted to you and took you immediately to the clinic. He stayed with you the entire time.

The professors looked for him since he was absent for 3 periods waiting for you to wake up, thankfully he informed Vil of what was happening and he explained to the professors for Rook.

He'll much prefer helping you using more natural remedies like changing some things in your bedroom, changing your schedule, etc. instead of resorting to anything magic for your safety. He knows things like magic and potions would be the easy way out, but nothing comes without a catch and he would rather die than cause you harm.

Rook catches on really fast on when you’re about to pass out, so he always sits next to you if you have the same classes to catch you in case you start falling forward, he wouldn’t want you accidentally hitting your head on the wooden table. After explaining your situation to Professor Crewel, you now have Rook as your permanent partner for alchemy class!!

He’s quick to hush you when you suddenly sit up due to another nightmare, his fingers combing through your hair untangling the strands gently and pulling you into his chest, not letting go until he’s felt your heartbeat and breathing settle down into a normal pace once again.

He takes a few minutes to leave the room to prepare some tea to help relax you. He won’t pry if you don’t want to talk about it, he knows he’s quite nosy to the business of the other students but he knows when to take things seriously.

You notice that he held you extra tight on nights you couldn’t sleep because you were too scared to, arms protectively encasing your body against Rook’s gentle warmth.

Sebek Zigvolt !!

He thought you were a similar case to Silver, but then he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and, unlike the other young knight, you had less energy and were seemingly about to pass out at any second.

Sebek would be ready to scold you during class for falling asleep during the first few times he caught you, he'll be more lenient once you explain to him your inability to sleep peacefully but he'll lightly scold you out of habit sometimes.

He'll actually try really hard to help find even a temporary remedy for you, his excuse being that it interrupts your academics being very sleep deprived and also because he's really worried about your health.

He'll consult numerous books in the library, ask Lilia if he knows anything about it, and even search on the internet. Like the others, he knows using magic is reckless, he thinks about it but ultimately doesn't push through with his plans.

He'll actually be a little frustrated at himself that he's unable to help you with something as simple as getting a pleasant night's sleep, to which you have to comfort him a bit (but he's out here saying that he doesn't need any comforting in classic Sebek style).

If he can't find any remedies he'll just visit you during lunch breaks and making sure that you're not passed out at ridiculous places, instead he'll make sure to protect you while you're asleep. Sometimes he'll even let you sleep on his shoulder but this mostly happens if you accidentally fall asleep on him.

He panics a bit when you suddenly jolt awake next to him at night, his first thought is that someone attacked you but realizes quickly it was another nightmare. Now he's stumped on what to do, he awkwardly pats your back and gives stiff reassurance that nothing you saw was real, that he's next to you and you're next to him safe and sound.

[blues824]

hi! could i request the octavinelle trio, riddle rosehearts and vil schoenheit with a “go with the flow” wise type s/o, like when they first arrived in twisted wonderland they were rather chill about it and said something about letting fate guide them and being scarily nonchalant about being taken to an entire different universe!!! they spew random advice all the time which turns out to always be helpful and because people at nrc are usually very standoffish seeing someone giving them random advice and a parting line like “ you did not ask for advice but it’s advice you needed, may you find peace in yourself” and just drifting away is so bizarre?? very much a pacifist and will try to avoid fighting, but if they have to fight they will absolutely win, clean your wounds that they caused give you a world changing life lesson, basically a oogway/uncle iroh mix s/o and g/n please! because just imagining a person from another universe basically outsmarting and out wording an entire school with meditation, tea and an hour long conversation is really funny in my head! love your work so much!

For the advice given in each character, read it aloud. It will make sense as to why I worded the phrases that way… except for Vil’s.

Riddle Rosehearts

Is most definitely concerned about your mental health and wellbeing. You were literally transported to a whole other world and your response was I guess this is where the universe has led me.

Once, Riddle was angry (when is he not) at Ace for ‘tarnishing the name of the Heartslabyul dorm and therefore the Queen herself’. You just put a calming hand on his shoulder and told him: You didn’t ask for advice but it’s advice you need for if you look within yourself, you will then feel complete.

It only became apparent when he overblotted and you packed him the f up (respectfully and out of necessity) that he was standing in his own way. He asked how you knew he needed to be told that and you shrugged, telling him that his vibes were just off but he had potential as you sat patching him up.

From that day on, he will join you in your meditation schedule because he knows that it can be very calming. He’s noticeably calmed down and became more lenient towards rule-breakers. Sure, they still get punished, but they get punished by adding more chores rather than collaring them.

Azul Ashengrotto

He is intrigued by your unique way of thinking compared to the other humans he has met. In fact, he can’t recall ever meeting a mer-person like this either. He was a bit surprised to hear you say I guess the wind shifted the sails after being teleported to Twisted Wonderland.

Once, when Azul was worried about losing profit and you just appeared out of nowhere and told him: You’re forgetting to take care of yourself because you worry about money, but it’s all for nothing. Now isn’t that funny?

It wasn’t until after his overblot that he realized the true meaning behind your words. He was just too dumb to notice. As you patched him up, he told you about his revelation and you giggled and said: Right on, man. Knew you’d get there eventually.

You will help him out with lessening his workload just so he has time to look after himself. Whenever he feels his stress levels rising, you lead him in some meditation. Your voice was just so gentle that he was having trouble not falling asleep. He tries to pay you for your efforts but you refuse, saying the universe brought you for a reason and that reason was to help a cecaelia in distress.

Jade Leech

He has somewhat similar viewpoints. He’s a go-with-the-flow person as well, and won’t often be derailed by inconveniences. However, he loves resorting to violence, which goes against your ideology.

Once, you saw that Jade was ���hugging’ someone because they accidentally knocked over one of his mushroom planters and you came by and said: Bro, if you don’t let this go… it will drag you down deeper, more than you know

Of course, when he didn’t stop, you resorted to the last option. Absolutely smacking the shit out of him with a broom. Of course, you applied ice to the bruises and helped him, but this ordeal gave him a taste of a different side of you.

You’re actually glad to hear that he likes gardening, because it’s such a calming activity that allows you to give back to Mother Earth. You often go to his room or the greenhouse to meditate so that you can be one with nature. He joins you every once in a while, but no more than twice a week.

Floyd Leech

We all know how this man is. Mood swings left and right, ‘violence is always the solution’ mentality, the list goes on. He finds it amusing how you just randomly teleported here and your first words were: Fate has given me another adventure today.

Once, when Floyd was in a depressive mood, you came by and sat next to him. He was about to send you away when you said: Dude, your chakras aren’t aligned, not like how nature had you designed.

He didn’t get it at all until he actually observed you. You were always peaceful and serene, often found in a positive mood. It wasn’t until once when you pushed him away to save a baby bird outside that you gave off a negative vibe.

Floyd then decides to tag along with you. He still plays basketball, but he meditates and always makes time to go on walks to relieve stress. You’ve even given him mint and chamomile tea bags because they had soothing properties. Nowadays, he’s usually happy save for that once-in-a-blue-moon.

Vil Schoenheit

He also found it amusing how your first words were: The energy this place gives off is totally wack, but I’m vibing with it not gonna lie. Well, in case you didn’t know, everyone picks up on your wacky energy as well.

You once saw Vil angry because Epel wasn’t complying with his skincare routine, so you came by and said: You two are completely different species. How do you expect a crocodile and an anaconda to get along?

This went for everyone he couldn’t control, and he didn’t understand until after his overblot when you were the one tending to his wounds. You had apologized for resorting to violence, but he understood because it was necessary.

Now, he incorporates meditation into his yoga. He will often invite you over as well so that you could be yoga buddies and keep the other on-track. Vil noticed that he’s become more positive recently, all thanks to you.

[sebsxphia]

ok i was half asleep having my nightly thoughts lol and i had to wake up to send you this so i didn’t forget.. so imagine jake is taking care of you on his own for the first time and you’re crying because you want your stuffy named ducky, right? and jake is freaking out because he can’t find a ducky anywhere ! but it turns out the stuffy is a bunny that you named ducky, which he doesn’t figure out till bobby gets home😭

bunny. | ducky.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: jake tries to find your beloved stuffed animal, “ducky” but it quickly turns to tears when jake can’t find them.

￫ word count: 1K.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i hope you enjoy this little fic my love! @uhmellamoanna <3 | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

You reach up and sheepishly paw at Jake, tugging on his shirt as he closes the story book, “one more, ‘lease, Dada.”

You try your very best to make your voice sound as sickly sweet as you can to convince Jake to read you one more story before he tucks you into bed. He chuckles at your convincing proposition, but places the book on his bedside table and gives your nose a little tap which makes you stifle a giggle.

“I’m sorry, Bluebell. It’s ni’ night time.”

You pout in dissatisfaction and try him one more time, pleading for only one more story, but Jake is clear with his instructions. Tonight was the first time he’d be taking care of you on his own and he wanted to assert himself as your caregiver who could have fun, but also wouldn’t be as lenient as you thought. Jake held just as much of a responsibility as Bob did to take care of you.

The deal is done and Jake is tucking you in, that’s that. However, there is one condition that Jake will tuck you in with as many of your stuffed animals as you request. You list them off one by one and Jake collects them up and tucks them safely in next to you. There will be limited space once Bob gets home and curls up next to you, but you’ll be too deep asleep to notice.

“Mm, one more please, Daddy. Ducky!”

Jake frowns in confusion at your request and scratches the back of his neck, scanning his eyes around your bedroom.

“I, uh… I don’t think there’s a Ducky here, Bluebell.”

You mirror Jake and frown yourself with another small pout forming. “B- but, Ducky, Dada. I need ‘im to sleep.”

“I know, lil’ one, I know, but I can’t find him.”

You protest again, but as Jake turns your bedroom upside down and comes back from your playroom downstairs empty handed, your protests turn into wails and eventually shrieks of tears. Jake is quick to come to your side and soothe your hiccups, swiping his thumb over your cheeks to dry your constant flow of tears. Jake felt an immense of guilt that the first time he was here to take care of you, he had you in tears.

His own words catch in his throat and all he can do to console you is rock you steadily in his arms, shushing and cooing at you quietly. “Daddy Bobby will be home tonight and we’ll look for them, I promise.”

You nod meekly and settle for your beloved stuffed animals that you do have. Although your heartstrings still tug and pull knowing that Ducky was out there somewhere and not safely tucked up next to you. Jake does the best he can to stop your hiccuped tears and suggests reading you the bedtime story you never got.

An hour later and two more stories after, you’re deep in the throws of sleep. Your chest is rising and falling rhythmically and Jake can hear your soft snores. He lets out a hushed, yet contained, sigh of relief that you’re finally sleeping peacefully. As stealthily as he can muster, Jake slips out from under your tight hold around his torso to clean up downstairs before Bob came home.

“J? Honey?” Bob’s voice is a gentle beacon of light guiding Jake back to him and he falls into Bob’s embrace with the dish towel slung over his shoulder. Bob always had a knack for reading people and his favorite pastime was people watching, therefore he could tell with Jake’s slumped shoulders and head buried into the crook of his neck, that something was horribly wrong. “What is it, honey?”

“Bunny,” Jake pulls away from Bob’s reassuring embrace with a look of guilt etched onto his face. “They wanted, ‘Ducky’ but I couldn’t find ‘em anywhere. I don’t remember there being a duck and they couldn’t stop crying. It took them forever to fall asleep and this is my first time looking after them, and-”

“Jake, Jake,” Bob interrupted his flurry of rambling and squeezed at his shoulders. “Don’t worry, honey. They get tearful all the time with me, it’s not you. In that headspace it can be really hard for ‘em…” Jake relaxed under Bob’s touch and his shoulders shifted. “…and, ‘Ducky’ is a stuffed rabbit.”

Jake had a look of defeat and he sighed in exasperation.

“What?”

“Sorry, I should’ve said before I left. We picked ‘em up when we had a play date at a duck pond one time.”

Jake counted his lucky stars that Ducky wasn’t completely made up and he’d be able to console you now. Both of them snorted with hushed laughter and finished up downstairs, listening to Bob tell Jake about his catch up with Natasha. On the way up to their bedroom, Bob collected Ducky.

With a feather light touch, Bob traced his fingertip along your forehead and swiped a stray strand of your hair out from your closed eyes. He bent down carefully and pressed a tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your flesh so you could just about hear his sweet call. “I’m home, Bunny. Missed you.”

You stirred from your slumber and blinked open your bleary eyes upwards at Bob. Your arms tightly got ahold around his neck and launched him down to the mattress. Bob made an, “omph” sound at the impact and directed you to look over to your side. Jake was sat on the edge of your bed with Ducky safely in his hands. You let out a dry squeal, your voice still laced with sleep, and reached out to Jake handing you your beloved stuffed animal.

“Ducky! Thank ‘ou, Daddy Jakey. Lo’ you.”

“You’re welcome, Bluebell. We love you too.”

By this time, half of the original stuffed animals Jake had given you had fallen out of the bed as he thought would happen. Bob neatly placed them together at the foot of the bed before sliding in under the duvet with you both, tucking you close to his chest. You slept soundly that night. Wrapped up in between your two lovers and Ducky clutched safely to your own chest.

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[intheticklecloset]

I saw your chuuya hcs and thought they were so cute! I also saw your headcanon requests are open? Do you have any for ranpo? Or ranpoe the shipping? If I’m wrong and you’re not taking requests please just ignore me 😅

Ranpo Edogawa (Bungo Stray Dogs) Headcanons

Ranpo is definitely more ler than lee. He enjoys tickling people in general, but definitely at random or in tense situations when he feels it's needed.

He's also a bit ruthless when tickling others in that he tends to overdo it a bit; he'll often keep going even after his lee is begging him to stop for real. It took a few times of his doing this before he realized he should probably give his lees a safe word so he'd know they were being serious.

With Poe he's a bit more gentle than usual, but not any less merciless! He knows the man is shy about being so ticklish, so he tries not to embarrass him while still having fun making him laugh and squirm. Poe was the first one he thought to give a safe word to.

The rare times that Ranpo is a lee, he's more ticklish than he likes to believe. He goes on about being "superior" in so many ways but when it comes to tickling, he's just as susceptible as anyone else!

When under threat of being tickled, Ranpo is GONE. He takes off like a bullet and his potential ler(s) have to catch him first. Most of the time he can outrun them, but he does get caught sometimes, and then it's game over.

His laugh is more giggly than anything unless his ler(s) get a good spot, then he's shrieking and begging like his lees usually are.

With Poe he will sometimes be a bit more lenient in letting himself get caught and tickled, but it's only because he knows Poe won't tickle him as badly as some others would.

Despite his tickle monster tendencies, Ranpo is great about aftercare. He'll offer snacks and water and strike up a conversation with his lee(s) to make them feel less embarrassed or awkward - especially if his lee was Poe. He doesn't necessarily love being taken care of in return, though; it makes him feel weird and he'd much rather just move on.

[peaches2217]

I know that Mario deeply cares his children with the same amount of love and attention, but I cant help but think that between his baby girls and Affie Mario feels just a tad bit more affection for his baby boy, especially since between his children, he's so much like Peach. Affie is a lot more sensitive than his sisters, and as a result, Mario can see a little bit of Luigi in him, which could cause Mario to be a tad bit more protective or enthusiastic toward his baby boy.

And I cant help but think about how Affie's quietness and serene independence could cause a slight rift in their relationship. Not a very drastic rift, per say, but enough that Affie and Mario sorta clash in that "My dad means well and wants to do the things he did when he was a kid, but I like *other* things and he just doesn't seem to get it, and no matter how hard it seems that I communicate to him my dislike for certain things, he just doubles down on it and it's driving us slightly apart.

Aaaaaaaaaah I love this actually! Being extra protective of little Affie because he's Peach's spitting image, and also reminds Mario of Luigi when they were kids... I don't think it would go to the extent of "Mario forcing Affie into situations he's uncomfortable with in the name of father-son bonding," though. I think Mario would be more sensitive to his independence and needs than that.

Mario's a fervent extrovert, but he knows from growing up with Luigi how important it is for introverts to have their space. He's still pretty awkward actually dealing with more reserved people, especially when it's his own child, but he gives him an open invitation to join in on the fun any chance he wants and then lets him decide for himself whether he's ready for that or not. Mario is, if anything, too lenient of a father, so I can't see him trying to force little Affie outside of his comfort zone to any extent. Gentle nudges here and there, but for the most part, he trusts him to make his own choices.

That earnest awkwardness but sincerity pays off; while Affie will always be a mama's boy, he'll occasionally break away and just sit and watch Mario while he works, whatever he happens to be doing. So maybe they don't play sportsball or go karting together, but Affie will pass Mario his tools while he's fixing or building something or read quietly while Mario ambles through paperwork or wash dishes while he cooks, and while Mario doesn't really understand, he knows Affie considers this bonding, and it's precious to him, thus it's precious to him too.

[asma-al-husna]

Allah’s name Al-Haleem— The Most Forbearing, The Calm Abiding, The Most Kind and Gentle— occurs eleven times in the Quran. He is the One who keeps on bestowing blessings, both visible and hidden, even though we disobey Him. Al-Haleem can punish us instantly, yet how often He grants us respite in a mild and serene manner, giving us the chance to turn back to Him!

Most Forbearing, Calm Abiding, Most Kind and Serene

Haleem comes from the root Haa-laam-meem, which points three main meanings. The first main meaning is to be forbearing, lenient and to be forgiving and the second is to be calm and serene. The third main meaning is to be not hasty and exhibit moderation.

This root appears 21 times in the Quran in two derived forms. Examples of these forms are ahlaamin (dreams), al-huluma (puberty), ahlaamuhum (their minds), and haleemin (forbearing).

Linguistically, the concept of hilm refers to the patience that arises from a sense of deep serenity and lenience and the concept of sabr points to the patience that arises by self-restraint and enduring something without complaint. Al-Haleem: . . . observes disobedience to Him, yet anger doesn’t incite Him, nor does wrath seize Him, nor do haste and recklessness move Him to rush to take vengeance even though He’s utterly capable of doing that. [Al-Ghazali]

Al-Haleem Himself says: If you loan Allah a goodly loan, He will multiply it for you and forgive you. And Allah is Most Appreciative and Forbearing [Quran, 64:17]. . . And Allah is Forgiving and Forbearing. [Quran, 2:225]

Why does Al-Haleem delay punishment?

Al-Haleem Himself says: And if Allah were to punish people for what they have earned, He would not leave upon the earth any creature. But He gives them respite for a specified term. [Quran, 35:45] Al-Haleem can delay a punishment to give you time to return to Him, seek His forgiveness, and change your ways, because He is forbearing. He can even cancel your punishment altogether. Isn’t Al-Haleem acting out His love for us in an amazing way?

The hilm of people versus the hilm of Allah

Imagine that you got caught doing something bad, but the person let’s it slide and doesn’t punish you or embarrass you. Would you feel embarrassment, relief, and gratitude, telling them you’re not going to do it again and be grateful for their forbearance? What about Allah? Every single day we do things we shouldn’t, and in most instances He lets it go. Because He is Al-Haleem, His hilm is far above any forbearance a human being can ever show.

A beautiful similitude: parents and children

The parental system teaches us about Al-Haleem; the father and mother don’t have any rancour or hatred towards their children. In fact, they’re ready to sacrifice everything for their happiness. In this context Umar ibn al-Khattaab said: Some prisoners were brought to the Messenger of Allah, and there was a woman among the prisoners who was searching (for her child). When she found her child she embraced him and put him to her breast. The Messenger of Allah said to us, ‘Do you think that this woman would throw her child in the fire? We said, No, by Allah, not if she is able not to. The Messenger of Allah said, Allah is more merciful to His slaves than this woman is to her child. [Al-Bukhaaree, Muslim] Who imbedded the great mercy and tenderness in a loving mother’s heart? Allah Al-Haleem.

How Can You Live by This Name?

1. Be forbearing to others: contemplate and practice.
No matter your temper, everyone can practice developing forbearance. The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said to Ashajj ‘Abdu’l-Qays: You have two qualities which Allah loves: forbearance and steadiness. [Muslim]
Is it forbearance when you let it slide once or twice but explode the third time because you have so much rancour inside you? Many relationships get destroyed because of moments of rage. Hilm is when you’re in a position to show your anger but still hold it back. How? Let Al-Haleem inspire you. Another way is to simulate forbearance for the sake of Al-Haleem, even though you feel enraged. Tell yourself: I’m suppressing my anger because I love Him and seek His Love, because I want to be close to Him, and because I would like to obey His messenger.

2. Don’t take advantage of the hilm of Allah.
Al-Haleem says to the people who inherited a garden but didn’t let the poor benefit from it: Such is the punishment [of this world]. And the punishment of the Hereafter is greater, if they only knew. [Quran, 68:33] This punishment was a wake-up call for them and a mercy, because they realized their mistake. If Allah had allowed them to do as they wanted, their punishment in the Hereafter would be unforeseen. So know that Al-Haleem did set rules out for you and never take advantage of His forbearance.

3. Show a good example to a sinful person.
Never be arrogant to a sinning person and try to advise him gently and by showing a good example. Think to yourself: such a sinful person may, one day, turn to Al-Haleem with sincere repentance and become better and dearer to Allah than I am. Only put a person in check for the sake of Allah, so that they are made aware of the consequences of their actions and return to Allah.

4. Be grateful for the hilm of Allah.
Just like you would be grateful to anyone who overlooks your faults and mistakes, recognize the extreme and intense forbearance of Al-Haleem towards you and return to Him after you sin. And as a way of being thankful to al-Haleem for His forbearance, remember to train yourself to be forbearing.

5. Make dua for hilm.
Make dua to Al-Haleem, asking Him for His forbearance for yourself and your loved ones. And ask Him to forgive you, because only He can protect you from His justified anger.

O Allah Al-Haleem, we know You are the Most Forbearing and You delay and cancel Your Punishment with great Wisdom. Protect us from taking advantage of Your Hilm by persisting in bad deeds, aid us to return to You after we sin, adorn us with gratitude for Your Forbearance and patience in hardships, make us of those who are forbearing and kind to others, never be arrogant and help us to develop hilm in times of anger, ameen!

[rexxdjarin]

Wolffe is a total brat tamer. Him and Cody. Rex is a gentle DOM

Baby <3 welcome to the inner workings of my mind💙 you’re so correct.

Wolffe is a brat tamer. Tho I still think he’s quite soft and loving to his little brat when he wants to be. He’s more caring than people would think. You could persuade him into getting whatever you want if you both really really love each other and that bond is strong. Wolffe’s emotions and feelings are intense and he just loves you so much he’d let you get away with more than others would. Tho he’d scold you and punish you he’d do so lovingly as he’d get to enjoy reminding you you’re a bold rule breaker AND snuggling you and taking care of you after. He has such a big heart in there and he’d give all of it to you no matter what.

Cody is the totally intense dom. He is no nonsense, do as I say, stickler for rules type. And he’s as soft as wolffe when he wants to be, but he’s far less lenient with the rules and not as easily swayed. Cody puts on the front in day to day life that he’s so sweet and kind and giving. But he likes control. He likes building that trust with you where you can totally give yourself over to him and know he’s going to lead the both of you toward what you want.

And Rex bless his beautiful fucking heart and soul he’s the encouraging type of dom. He pushes you to be your best, to follow his rules bc they’re good for both of you. He builds up your endurance and strength with positive reinforcement and just such sickly sweet gentle rewards for being good for him. He’s dangerously easy to fall for and you find yourself wanting to be good for him. Like you don’t even want to be a brat you want to please him and make him so proud of that bond and trust you have. And that only makes him losing himself and getting intense with you even more fun because your trust is absolutely unshakeable and he deserves anything he wants from you. My fucking devoted, encouraging, praising beloved boyfriend 😩🤤🥰😍🥺

[lightup0nlight]

One of the companions that we often look to is Umar ibn al-Khattab radi Allahu anhu. He was the enforcer, yet the people knew that while he was critical towards the mistakes of others, he was even more critical of himself. If anyone — a man, woman, child of any race and economic status — said to him “Fear Allah”, he would instantly go into self-reflection.

What do you think the supplications of Umar ibn al-Khattab sounded like?

🌺 ❛O Allah, I am weak, so make me strong. I am harsh, so make me gentle [with the people]. I am stingy, so make me generous.❜ 【Musannaf Ibn Abi Shaybah 5179】

It’s a shocking du’a considering it was supplicated by someone who was known to be strong, yet just and generous towards others.

Yes, Umar was feared by his people. But it was a fear of committing wrongdoings in his presence, and never because of oppression. Despite his strength, he never oppressed others.

Yes, he was harsher in his character than Rasulullah’s ﷺ. But his harshness never exceeded nor was it non-praiseworthy, and he still sought Allah’s Help to make him more lenient.

And he was among the most generous companions of Rasulullah ﷺ, yet he still asked Allah to make him more generous than his current state.

Umar ibn al-Khattab’s character was praised by people, but he didn’t absorb those praises. He took account of what he considered his shortcomings, and feared falling into sins and hypocrisy. He always aspired to be better in the Sight of Allah. This is an amazing example of husnul-khuluq (beautiful character) that we should follow.

So how much do we admit of ourselves? Because often the things that we don’t take ourselves to account are the things that we are praised for. Remember that when we stand before our Rabb on the Day of Judgment, we will no longer be embellished by the praises and criticisms of people.

May Allah forgive our shortcomings, allow us to engage in a self-criticism that would purify us, and make our private lives better than our public lives.

Your sister in Deen, Aida Msr ©

[kyouminaine]

From the way Sephiroth looked at him, Cloud was uncertain is the other man would actually listen to his request or not. Hearing that he would – his words made Cloud snort in disagreement, knowing that “patience” was subjective and inconsistent – Cloud was relieved. On that same note, if he was being honest, he was also a little conflicted because he knew what he wanted as well.

However, if they both dove into it right now without letting him rest, Cloud knew he was going to suffer later. They hadn’t taken a break all day, and hardly after booking a room, they had sex before Cloud could even grab a bite to eat.

His food had yet to do its work and allow him to recover, so he was grateful that Sephiroth was being lenient enough to let him rest for the time being.

Cloud’s movements were careful as he reached down and undid his boots, shifting back and forth to tug them off. Next came off the wig he had to suffer wearing two days straight. He doubted he would be leaving the motel room for the rest of the evening, so unless someone unwisely decided to visit their room, he could freely shed some of these layers and be himself again.

Tugging down the zipper on the jacket, he finally saw that it served more like an outer layer to the dress he was wearing, because underneath was yet another dress that had more lacey design along his arms and the upper portion of the chest. Nothing obstructed his neck or most of his shoulders, the boatneck type of collar giving full exposure to his fair skin.

He inwardly sighed at the design that was far too feminine for his liking, knowing that by some strange twist of fate, Sephiroth seemed to enjoy viewing him in it. The underwear was sure proof of that. Cloud needed to see if there were better options amongst the things that Sephiroth had bought.

It would have to wait, though. Deciding to forego removing anything else – a rare spurt of laziness was the factor behind this decision – Cloud stretched out on the bed. He turned onto his stomach, keen to just lay like that for a while. However Sephiroth didn’t seem to want that, because Cloud soon found himself turned around, so his back was tucked against the taller man’s chest.

“Hey—”

Sephiroth’s arms wrapped around Cloud, holding him close. Whatever Cloud meant to say next, he let his words trail off as he felt Sephiroth’s chin resting lightly atop the crown of his head. Just like before, the man seemed to be hugging him like a life-sized teddy bear.

It was strange and unexpected, though Cloud wasn’t exactly complaining. He just wasn’t quite sure how to react, so he just laid still in Sephiroth’s embrace. He only shifted slightly to get comfortable again, but didn’t try to escape the man’s hold. There was a sense of security in the act, and if this was Sephiroth’s compensation for agreeing to let Cloud rest, then it really wasn’t much of a burden at all.

In fact, as Cloud grew more comfortable, his thoughts started to grow more quiet and the tension he had been carrying all day was easing from his muscles. He wasn’t in a state where he wanted to sleep, but he was able to relax to a point that he had no issues with the way Sephiroth held him and even welcomed it. He could listen to the sound of their breathing and air coming through the vent overhead, and the dull noise beyond the motel where people were starting to return to their own places to settle down for the night.

It felt so natural to be like this with Sephiroth, it was weird. But Cloud didn’t voice any of this. He merely decided to lightly press back against Sephiroth so that there was no space between them. He soaked in the gentle heat that came from the other man’s body and slid his palm along the back of Sephiroth’s arm in silent appreciation.

His fingers idly played on the back of his hand, tracing bones and over knuckles with no real destination. He just wanted to touch Sephiroth.

It seemed he had the same peculiar habit as Sephiroth had, wanting to touch without really seeking more than that. Cloud didn’t think it would be one that either of them would develop. In fact, Sephiroth was the most surprising; Cloud still remembered how Sephiroth had been very apathetic towards touching and sometimes even seemed repulsed by it. It wasn’t unheard of for Cloud to be on the receiving end of violence for trying to initiate anything.

To be able to touch and be touched in a gentle and simple manner, held in the other man’s embrace, Cloud sank into a sense of security and comfort that tempted him to just stay like this.

And stay he did, until eventually he decided to turn over and face Sephiroth. He softly hummed as he moved Sephiroth onto his back. He lay on his chest, stretched atop Sephiroth like a cat that had finally found its perfect napping spot. Cloud didn’t nap, but he rested his head against Sephiroth’s chest.

“Just like this...”

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[vipraes-a]

Ever thought of Orochimaru just having those days when they refuse to get out of bed for various reasons and excuses? And since they can get away with it, how do they feel about someone else feeling the same way?

See I think about that a lot. Orochimaru is not a morning person so getting up is usually hard for him, and like any other person he does have those days in which he just wants to cocoon himself under his blankets and not be perceived. However, he hardly allows himself to fulfil these urges, he forces himself to get up, to move because of many reasons. One of them is his village, he has a village to run, thousands of people to take care of on top of his own little family. The other is that he perceives this need to just hide away and stay in bed all day as a weakness, vulnerability he still doesn’t allow himself to showcase nor experience. The only moment he succumbs to it is on the anniversary of Kimimaro and the sound four’s deaths —— that day he is just miserable and upset and he doesn’t leave his room.

As for how he deals with it when it comes to other people is quite different —— Orochimaru is able to recognise trauma and general emotions on other people, he is able to assess them more accurately when it comes to others, because he was groomed into perceiving himself as only a weapon, something that had no need for feelings, that had no needs period. And so while he is completely clueless and often wrong about his own emotional needs, towards other people he is understanding and able to feel sympathy for them.

So if there was ever a day in which, let’s say Kabuto, didn’t feel like getting out of bed, for whatever reason or excuse, Orochimaru would be lenient —— more often than not, allowing it to happen.

[lovesick-feelings]

yan bonbon and bonnet? maybe freddy too but mainly the little buns! 🐰

Thank you for being my first request! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

You weren't really clear on whether you wanted a drawing or headcanons so I decided to do both! Please note that future requests like this will only receive headcanons if not specific.

Anyways please enjoy!! (꒡ꆚ꒡)

Yandere Bon Bon, Bonnet, Funtime Freddy x Reader

Yandere Bon Bon 

Prepare to be praised and coddled to the max. You are just so sweet to everyone Bon Bon honestly can't help but reward every single thing you do. 

Completed a hard task? Head pats for you! Made sure to eat well? So proud of you! Pick up trash? He could just cry! 

He’s surprisingly not as physical when it comes to showing affection at first. He prefers to give words of affirmation and spend quality time, but if you like it he’ll show more physical affection. 

He’ll often ask you to lift him so he can give you head pats or cuddle into your hand. Any initiated by you gives him such a boost. He can't help but giggle to himself when he thinks back to the moments you spent together.

One of his favorite moments with you is to be held by you. You are so gentle and the way you pet him immediately soothes him from all the stresses he deals with. 

As lovable as he is, Bon Bon's use of manipulation tactics can turn endless if he believes you are doing something wrong. He doesn't mean to harm you it's only to steer you away from the “dangers” around you. 

Seeing you around others makes him so nervous. It's one thing to have you around one of the animatronics but a whole group of them not to mention the people you interact with gets him so overwhelmed.

He starts believing that you must feel the same way as well. The only reason you talk to others is that you have to right?

Wouldn't you prefer to live a carefree life with him and his friends instead? You don't need any of those problems and negativity in your life. With Bon Bon, you'll never have to worry about being alone again!

He strongly believes that It is for the best that you stay with him underground. He may not be the strongest but Funtime Freddy could always help with that. Now you'll be protected and cared for properly!

Yandere Bonnet

Bonnet is extremely shy at first. As much as she adores being in the company of others, she can't help but become flustered around anyone who isn't Funtime Freddy or BonBon. So imagine how she would be around someone she admires so much. 

With enough encouragement, you can get her to come out of her shell, but be prepared when she clings onto you like dear life

Bonnet is the equivalent of Bon Bon when it comes to showing an overwhelming amount of affection. However, Bonnet prefers to show it through actions instead of words. 

She’ll have her arms wrapped around you in no time. You’re just so soft and cuddly to her! She loves being held and carried around with you wherever you go. 

Every time you're gone for more than a second, she feels like she's going to burst into tears. She immediately seeks you out and you can tell from the pouting, red face how upset she is.

The company had to set up metal detectors because of the number of times she's tried to escape to find you again Baby could take some notes.

Compared to the others, Bonnet is the most lenient and understanding to you. The thought of you being hurt and unhappy makes her feel terrible, so she doesn't mind you being around others. As long as you have her by your side.

In the case where you do ignore her, she will become more possessive. She could never kill anyone and the thought of locking you away makes her sick. Damaging others’ reputations will have to do. 

Of course, she’d never ruin your image but the same can't be said for friends, family, and co-workers. Spreading fake messages/ rumors and stealing items isn't hard when you have friends to help. By the time they try to explain themselves, it’d been too late. you'll be too disgusted to even look at them. 

Luckily you’d have to purposely ignore Bonnet for her to act up like this. A simple explanation and a kiss on the forehead would make her fall for you all over again.

Bonus: Yandere Funtime Freddy 

It's not hard for Freddy to catch on to how much Bon Bon cares for you. I mean this is the fifth time he's brought you up in a conversation this week and it's only Tuesday! The same goes for Bonnet, who is always clinging by your side. She’d always come to Freddy for hugs, so what gives?!

At first, he is pretty jealous and it's obvious he dislikes you from the constant eye rolling and subtle, sarcastic insults. He gets so defensive when anyone brings it up. That quickly disappears once he sees the way you are towards his puppets. 

It's scary how his mood went from sour to loving at the flip of a switch when he saw you that day. 

You thought he was out for blood when you saw him run towards you at full speed, but instead got greeted by a bone-crushing hug. 

Freddy is more friendly and open to you now that you two are best friends! Expect to be held and touched, with the occasional teasing, because he ain't letting you go. He can't help it with how tiny you are compared to him. He just wants to smother you in love!!

Every time you leave, it feels like you've taken a part of him with you. He can't help but feel sick and paranoid whenever you leave him. Not to mention, the sight of his Bon Bon and Bonnet being sad over their missing friend just breaks his heart.

Once Bon Bon gives him the idea of having a new friend and member of a family to have you can wish your freedom goodbye.

Don't be surprised the next time you see Funtime Freddy giggling to himself, with a sinister look on his face. Before you even turn to walk out, he immediately snatches you into his stomach hatch

Now his sweetheart won't ever leave the little family they made for themselves~ ♡

[reniboo]

TYPES OF KISSES, attack on titan

PAIRING; levi ackerman x reader, eren yeager x reader, mikasa ackerman x reader, sasha braus x reader

SYNOPSIS; a long ramble on the types of kisses you would receive from some characters in attack on titan, plus some extra quips on each of your relationships.

WARNINGS; none!

WC; 1k

LEVI ACKERMAN

in typical Levi fashion, i definitely think that he would prefer to save the ‘heated, long lasting’ make-out sessions for when the two of you are alone together. i believe it’s fairly obvious that Levi likes to keep his private life separate from his work, he doesn’t enjoy parading around his relations and he’d all but strip naked in front of his training cadets before he allowed another man or woman see the red tinge in your flushed cheeks, or the darkened look hidden in the depths of your eyes after he’s finished ravishing your mouth. however, this does not mean that Levi is opposed to any form of PDA, he simply prefers to keep you all to himself. a lot of the time, while he is working with the cadets, Levi will find time within his day, whether it’s thirty seconds or thirty minutes, to place a hand on the back of waist, slightly pulling you into his side. he’ll then place one or two small, discrete kisses against your cheek or forehead. it feels like a whisper of a kiss or a gentle caress from his soft lips. and yeah, it’s not the most extravagant or spontaneous exclamation of love, but it means all the same to you and him. the scouts know not to look directly at Levi when he’s with you, as the captain has made it incredibly clear that wondering eyes are not something he enjoys, especially with you. in private, the kisses you receive from Levi are much more affectionate. his hands are placed gently on your cheek and the back of your head, specifically so that he can pull you back into him if you try and end the exchange earlier than he wishes. it’s rushed and full of passion because it’s the only time he can really relax and worship you like he knows you deserve.

EREN YEAGER

as opposed to Levi, i think that Eren is much more lenient on where and when he kisses you. he doesn’t particularly care about who is present at the time he decides he needs to kiss you, because he just loves to show your his. he also likes the surprised, embarrassed look your face contorts into when he finally pulls away, leaving you a somewhat blubbering mess as he leaves you to continue your conversation. the boy simply can’t get enough of you if i’m being honest, and he doesn’t really care about whether or not people disagree with your relationship because he just gets so excited when he sees you that he can’t control himself, though he wouldn’t dream of doing anything like this in front of his superiors. there have been multiple times in the past where Eren has been reprimanded for getting too distracted in your lips, and your friends have come to the habit of prying the boy off you when they’re trying to speak. sure, it’s a bit embarrassing and maybe a little too much, but can you really blame him? the boy is obsessively in love with you, and when you look like that and talk like this, his mind is taken over, his thoughts containing of you and only you. his kisses are rushed due to this, because a quick and simple taste of your lips is enough to get him through the day and bring him into a much better mood. Eren also likes to hold you close, but he quite likes to let his hands wander around, often earning him a slap on the back of his head when he gives himself ‘too much freedom’ around your body (if you know what i mean).

MIKASA ACKERMAN

i feel like Mikasa’s kisses would be very similar to Levi’s. she prefers to leave the hot and heavy times for the privacy of either of your rooms. you’re her significant other, her partner in crime, so really she can’t be blamed for not wanting others to see the intimate moments you share. however, she is definitely more comfortable with kissing you in public or in front of friends. in fact, she actually quite enjoys it when you complain about people looking at the two of you when she places a hand each on your hips and waist, pulling your back against her chest. she will happy ignore the comments that are sprouting out of your lips as she kisses the outer shell of your ear from behind, and another on the temple of your forehead. the opinions of others really don’t matter to her when she’s in the middle of re-confessing her love for you. in the privacy of a room, Mikasa still isn’t incredibly bold in her actions. she doesn’t immediately resort to attacking you with a flurry of rushed kisses and clashing teeth, she likes to slowly introduce herself to the feeling of being alone with you again, as private time can be hard to come by with the amount of jobs and responsibilities you both have. Mikasa thinks that there is nothing better than sharing a slow and steady exchange of kisses as the two of you find somewhere comfortable enough to cuddle up with one another.

SASHA BRAUS

honestly, i’d have to say that Sasha’s kisses are much more gentle and soft than you would expect. they’re somewhat like Eren’s, as she doesn’t particularly care about who can see the two of you together. she’s confident in herself, and in your relationship, so there really is no reason for her to be insecure or worry about who can see her when your lips lock, and her positive outlook on the situation really rubs off on you. when she presses her lips to yours, you might find a discrete taste of the previous meal she ate, or a few crumbs in the corner of her mouth. she absolutely adores it when you endearingly wipe them away as she brings her face closer to yours. i think little pecks and flutters across your face would have to be Sasha’s favourite way to kiss you, rather than a long make-out session. she’ll subtly brush her lips against yours in the hopes of conveying just how much love she has for you. i think Sasha might struggle to verbally say what you mean to her sometimes, but after she places a small kiss on your mouth and a smile makes it’s way onto the both of your faces, any lingering bad thoughts are washed away from her mind. often times, her left hand will place itself onto your cheek, her thumb softly stroking against the skin.

[alwaysthesitter]

"Riiiiiiiiiight. And the prosecution, that's um, that's just the people we don't want to win this case, right?" He smiled gently, doing his best. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in Matt's job, in fact, it was all pretty fascinating stuff to hear about criminals and how that process worked. Being in small-town Hawkins, the most that really happened was Hopper would catch people for speeding or public indecency or something and they would get a night in jail. Or not. The Chief of Police had always been pretty lenient. So yes, this was all fascinating, it just....a lot of it went over his head.

"This is why I spent my time at Hawkins scooping ice cream and stacking video tapes. Much easier." He also hadn't had much of a choice, his dad wanting to prove a point and put Steve to hard work to earn his way, but that didn't matter in that moment. His smile only widened as Matt pointed out the importance of Steve being home when he got off work, making Steve feel wanted and needed for once in his damn life, other than using his athletic ability and strength to kill monsters. "I wouldn't say it's been hours." He shook his head, grabbing at the buns, prepared to toast them at least a bit to warm them and turn them golden brown.

Listening to Matt talk about taking a shower, Steve was nodding the entire time, though he certainly found himself wondering what the courtroom must smell like, because he thought the older smelled perfectly fine. His thoughts were broken at the promise of a shower with his lover, lips curling up. "You're a distraction, you know that? You act as if I'm able to say no." A snort, looking at the timer, before sighing and shaking his head. It wasn't worth it. He had put too much work into this dinner to ruin it because he was constantly horny.

Hands moved up to Matt's cheeks, cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss, soft and gentle. "I'm sorry babe, I am going to have to pass on seeing you wet and naked. I want this dinner to be absolutely perfect. Sounds like you deserve it after a rough day." He did bring his hand down, tugging at Matt's tie a bit, loosening it and tugging it just slightly up, tugging the lawyer more to his height. "But you know, the offer always stands that we can spend some time naked later for dessert."

There was no helping the smile that came with Steve's declaration of confusion over some of the legal terms he had mentioned, how he punctuated each word to make his point. With Foggy being his best friend as well as his partner in law, it was easy to forget that not everyone he spoke would understand the legal jargon taking up a good portion of his vocabulary. "Yeah. The prosecution's main asshole didn't show up today and the judge essentially paused the trial so the police could hunt him down and force him to appear tomorrow." He would have to remember to reel himself in when he was around Steve, always feeling guilty when he had to simplify what he meant.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it." A soft kiss to the back of Steve's neck. Matt gave a small nod with a hum before going to fetch the buns on the far side of the counter, bringing them back over to set them down next to Steve. "The lasagna smells wonderful. You must have been cooking for hours. But you didn't have to go to all this trouble, really. You know I'm perfectly happy with take out. It's just nice to have you here when I come home." Smoothing a hand up and down the younger's back, he placed another kiss on the back of his neck and gently squeezed a hip.

"Is there enough time before this candlelight dinner for me to wash up and get changed into something more comfortable? I swear I reek of the courtroom." Disappointment. He swore it saturated every pore and longed for a hot shower to scrub himself clean of it. Lips curled upwards with a thought and his next kiss was placed behind Steve's ear. "You know, you are more than welcome to join me in the shower if you think you can step away from the stove long enough without dinner burning. I wouldn't mind the company."

[wri0thesley]

I understand if you got too many requests or are not interested but... maybe you'd like to entertain the neko curse situation but reverse the situation? Meaning it's the jjk men who got hit by that curse and turned into nekos! Maybe they tried to protect their s/o and ended up changed themselves but somehow before disappearing the curse left a mark on the s/o and the effects won't be reversed until the mark disappears (so no easy idle transmutation to solve this problem, mahito~)

not sfw, minors dni!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito, naoya, choso <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo immediately asks you if you think he’s a cute cat; which of course, you do. He’s got fluffy white ears and a majestic fluffy white tail that you desperately want to pet. He immediately, too, knows how to fix the curse - but the way you’re looking at him is so interesting that he can’t pass up a chance to see if you’ll make a move on him like this.

You end up curled up against him, your fingers delicately petting the soft, thick white fur of his ears whilst his eyes go half-lidded and he murmurs something about how he could get used to this. He tells you that he doesn’t think that being a lap cat is such a bad profession, actually, so long as the lap that he gets to sleep in is yours. 

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is not sure how to proceed. He’s rather like a cat already; a solitary, elegant creature who doesn’t trouble himself to exceed more effort than he has to unless the situation calls for it. But actually having the features of a cat is different. He doesn’t like how sensitive his new ears are (especially when he tries to call Gojo). He doesn’t like how his tail fits in his tailored slacks. He works out the mark almost immediately - and then wants to go back to his place so the two of you can discuss breaking the curse, in private, before anyone sees what has happened to him.

He will not want to be intimate whilst he’s the one with the cat ears and tail; he’s too nervous for that. But he will accept gentle strokes, scritches behind the ear, a delicate top-to-tail rub from the back of his neck and onwards until his back arches and he sighs, a rumbling purr emanating from his throat. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto does not want this to have happened. He is a well-mannered, polite curse user who uses his honeyed tones and his way of persuasion to bring people over to his side - and the new ears and tail that he is having to get used to are making people not take him seriously. He’s a very smart man; from the minute it happens, he’s running through all of the curses he has on him that might be able to help him figure out how to help.

Unfortunately, Nanako and Mimiko think that their father figure with cat-like instinct is the cutest thing in the world, and he keeps getting accidentally distracted by toys they throw for him or the stick with a dangling feather they’ve somehow procured. Part of him wants to tell them off; part of him can’t help but smile to see them having fun. If you join in with Nanako and Mimiko, though, Geto’s eyes go very dark and his smirk turns very crooked - and you can bet that, cat ears or no cat ears, Geto will punish you for being so forward later on tonight. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji is grunting and grumbling about the curse, reaching up to scratch at the dark-furred ears protruding from his head. You bite back your cry of how adorable he looks; there’s a scowl on his face that you know is bad news, as his eyes fly over the mark on your wrist and he heaves a world-weary sigh. “Guess we’ve gotta work this one out together, huh?” He asks you, wry smile tugging at scarred lips. “C’mere--”

He pulls you into his lap, his hands massive as he gets you comfortable. He’s like a cat padding into his blankets, making biscuits on the soft meat of his thighs as he presses his chin onto your shoulders and begins to muse aloud about all of the ways that he can think of that he can get the curse to lift.

You can’t help but squirm as he kneads your skin, your ass pressing directly against the bulge in his pants as his breathing gets more ragged - and eventually, you’re pinned down onto the sofa beneath him, his tail flicking, agitated, as he murmurs; “You’ve really got me goin’ now, sweetheart--”

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna … yes, Sukuna isn’t happy about it. He doesn’t think the King of Curses should be cute. This curse can sense his energy, and there are clearly tiger ears or big cat ears perched on his head, his tail long and thick - but still. He’s mad that he’s been made fun of, he’s mad that the curse has happened, he’s mad that the curse had the nerve to lay its mark on you when you’re his beloved little pet and his property and only he should ever be allowed to. If he can’t break out of it straight away, he’s smart and powerful enough to have formulated a plan before the end of the night.

But Sukuna’s sex drive is as insatiable as the rest of him, and he cannot go one night without burying himself within the tight, warm confines of your body. You will be pinned beneath him by four claws, a gazelle pinned beneath a tiger as he grins down at you aware that he is very much ‘the predator catching his prey’. You will enjoy his method of catching. 

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito is very interested in this new development. Honestly, he’s not overtly attached to his ‘human’ form - he uses his idle transfiguration on himself with little thought - and he quite likes the ears and the tail, and he certainly likes the way you look at him and curiously reach out to give him scratches on the sensitive new additions. He’s a little embarrassed by the low vibration that comes from his throat, the purr at being touched - but he’s also a creature interested in new developments and new sensations, and this certainly falls into both of those ball parks. The real problem is when he realises he can no longer use the transmutation to get into his other forms. He needs to be able to do that, for all of his plans - it doesn’t matter if he can still transmute humans, he wants the freedom to do whatever he wants to his own form. Mahito is determined when he sets his mind to it, and the moment he realises the mark on you is somehow connected to his new state, he is not going to rest until the both of you have gotten to the bottom of things.

Yes, he’ll explore how it feels to be petted and have his tail tugged and be collared in bed before you do that, though. Mahito takes every opportunity as one for pleasure, and he finds that even though you’re his little human pet first and foremost, he doesn’t mind if the roles are reversed as long as it’s temporary. 

-  ♡ -

♡ Naoya absolutely hates this development. He is the goddamn future leader of the Zen’in clan, and nobody is going to take him seriously with a tail sticking out of the waistband of his hakama and a pair of ears that don’t match his hair tufting from his head. He tries very hard to hide them from absolutely everyone, jamming his tail in his clothes and a hat on his head and trying extremely hard not to get distracted by passing shiny lights dancing on the windowpanes. When he figures out it’s something to do with the mark on you, he might blame you for it a little bit - but he insists that if you help him sort out the predicament he’s in, he’ll be lenient on you during your punishment.

As a cat, he’s a hissing, spitting fussy little thing - when the question of intimacy does come up, he’s still willing and wanting to fuck you, but he’s even more animalistic than usual. Nails-come-claws digging into your bare skin, slightly elongated fangs scraping along your soft skin. 

- ♡ -

♡ Choso is perplexed by the tail and the ears, hesitantly reaching up to touch them and shooting you awkward looks. He even tries to hide them from you at first, worried you’ll be upset by it - but when you look at them with your lip bitten and gently pet the base of his tail so his back arches, he realises that you’re not disgusted, just . . . interested. They don’t exactly get in his way, but he’s definitely flustered by the way people look at him with new additions. He doesn’t want to draw more attention than necessary to himself. The thing that upsets him most is that the mark is on your body; he wants this to be his own burden to bear, and he hates himself for getting you dragged into it. 

He’ll let you touch his new additions hesitantly whilst the two of you are intimate, but he won’t initiate. He gets all awkward and flustered by the petting, surprised by how turned on he is when you coo that he’s such a good kitty for you--

- ♡ -

[t0wnspersonb]

Better Off As Lovers (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Word Count: 5,076

Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), bad language, my shit writing

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salty4tsukki

said:

hello! i luv ur blog sm!! can i pls req a scenario (or hc if that’s easier) of tsukki and reader going from enemies to lovers? perhaps reader ended up doing tsukki a solid that saved his ass and that marked the turning point of their relationship? sfw+nsfw if that’s oki!! tysm in advanced :-)

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Here is some spice for you guys. I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing it lol. Tsukishima is such a fucking prick, I absolutely love it. @salty4tsukki​ I hope this was what you had wanted, also thank you so much for your support! Requests are closing tomorrow! I’m slowly but surely making my way through all of the requests and writing stuff up. I should probably be focusing on school but ya girl is avoiding responsibilities right now lmao. I hope you guys have a wonderful weekend!😚😚😚

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“You’re literally the fucking worst.” you hissed; eyes narrowed into slits. “I bet hell gave you back to earth because you’re worse than Satan himself.”

 All you got in response was a raise of a blonde eyebrow and an ignorant smirk.

 “You want to get hit? Is that what you’re asking for?” You threatened, holding your fist up for emphasis.

 You had never been more upset; in all honesty you probably wouldn’t have been this annoyed about the situation if it was someone else. 

 But because it was him, you knew that it was intentional, it wasn’t an accident as everyone else was making it seem.

 “Now, now…” Koganegawa said, stepping between the two of you. “Tsukki didn’t know that was your dessert. It was an honest mistake.”

 “That’s not an honest mistake Kanji!” You screeched. “I literally told everyone how excited I was to finally get my hands on that famous strawberry shortcake from that bakery! I got the last slice and he went and ate it!” you pointed at the tall blonde accusingly; who’s smirk was growing wider and wider as you wailed about the unfairness of it all.

 “Can’t you just go get another one?” Kyoutani huffed, rolling his eyes from his spot on the floor.

 “They’re famous for a reason Kentarou! I had to get up super early to stand in line! And even then, the line was super long! I waited for hours! You think I’m going to do that again!?” You were all but hysterical now.

 You might have already been having a rough day though, and your missing cake was the cherry on top to it all.

 The soft huff of a laugh caused you to whirl around, your tiny fists coming up to hit Tsukishima on his chest repeatedly.

 “You’re the fucking worst!” you huffed out, frustrated tears springing to your eyes. The tall blonde was full on laughing at you now, much to your embarrassment and anger.

 You couldn’t lie, it was a tad bit irrational to get so upset over a missing slice of cake. But it was a long sucky day, you were looking forward to that delicious morsel of strawberry goodness after practice, and it wasn’t fucking there.

 “You’re so weak,” Tsukishima mused, easily grasping your hands in his large ones, preventing you from hitting him further.

 Despite his rude words, his grip was surprisingly gentle. 

 You still ripped your hands away from his in anger. 

 “Don’t touch me, you thief.” You growled, cradling your hands against your chest, eyes glaring into the tall male.

 “You’re so annoying. I already apologized.” Tsukishima said, stretching his arms above his head. 

 “An apology won’t bring back my cake!” You snapped, grabbing your stuff from the floor. “You’re the worst Tsukishima. Let’s go already, Kentarou.” You huffed.

 The said male rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to his teammates, following you out of the gym.

 You were still fuming quietly as you two walked home together.

 Funnily enough, you had developed a close friendship with the small male, which resulted in him walking you home since he lived close by. 

 “I hate him.” You whined, tugging at the bottom of Kyoutani’s team jacket.

 He swatted your hand away, causing you to whine again, reaching for him once more, he sighed in irritation but let you hold onto his jacket this time.

 “You guys just need to fuck already.” He said.

 You stopped walking; causing Kyoutani to be yanked back since you were holding onto his jacket. 

 “What the fuck Y/n?” He growled.

 “I would never in a million years have sex with someone like him.” You said, face twisting in disgust.

 Kyoutani had definitely lost his mind with that comment. Tsukishima was your enemy, your opposite half, the worst person that you have ever met, there was just no way.

 “Are you serious?” He asked deadpanned. “It’s so disgustingly obvious you two like each other.” 

 You rolled your eyes at him, releasing his jacket from your grasp as you guys continued walking. “You’re blind Kentarou, we hate each other.”

 “I think you’re the one who’s blind Y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow for morning practice.” he said waving goodbye to you as you entered your home.

 The rest of your night was plagued with thoughts of Tsukishima, leaving you with a bitter taste in your mouth despite the fact that you had brushed your teeth.

 There was no way that Tsukishima liked you, nor you him. You did find him incredibly attractive, but who wouldn’t? He was tall and muscular, incredibly intelligent, and he was a good volleyball player. 

 Of course, people would find him attractive, but his personality was anything but, to you at least.

 Your first ever interaction with him was entirely unpleasant, his mocking attitude and sarcastic comments left you with the worst impression of him, and it resulted in how you felt about him now.

 But then… What did Kyoutani mean about you being blind?

 You screamed loudly into your pillow.

 ****

 “You look terrible.” Tsukishima raised his eyebrow at you, taking in your disheveled form.

 “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You muttered, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. 

 Tsukishima was actually quiet for once, somehow you had missed the flash of concern that shot through his eyes.

 That didn’t go unnoticed by Kyoutani, who rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath how dense both of you were.

 Practice ran smoothly, there surprisingly wasn’t any sarcastic comments directed at you from Tsukishima. For the most part, he left you alone today, much to your relief.

 Now you were currently in one of the history classes you were a TA in. Between managing a volleyball team, and being a teaching assistant, it was no wonder you were always stressed out.

 Funnily enough, Tsukishima was one of the students in that class. 

 “We’re going to hand back your midterm essays now.” The professor announced. You grabbed the papers from your folder and started walking around the class handing them back to the nervous students.

 Your brows furrowed as you had realized that you only held three more papers in your hand, you hadn’t even given Tsukishima’s - oh. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over at the tall male, he looked irritated, his eyes finding yours, there was a slight shake to his head.

 He had never turned in the essay. 

 That’s right, the essay was due around the same time that volleyball practices were incredibly strenuous in preparation for some important matches.

 But the midterm essay counted as a large portion of the grade, which meant that if Tsukishima received a zero, then he would fail the class, which meant that he wouldn’t be allowed to play volleyball any -

 “I seemed to have made a mistake Professor.” You said. “I think I lost Tsukishima’s paper…”

 What were you doing?

 Shit, you could get in big trouble for this so why were you doing this?

 “It’s not like you to be scatterbrained like this Y/n.” the Professor shook his head. “I swear you take on too many tasks, between this and being a team manager… Tsukishima, do you mind turning in the paper again to Y/n? Let us say… by the end of the day?”

 “It’s no problem sir.” Tsukishima said quietly, eyes glancing over to you as you finished handing out the last of the essays.

 “I’m sorry Tsukishima, I hope you can forgive me.” You said sweetly, bowing at him slightly.

 What the fuck?

 What the actual fuck were you doing?

 Tsukishima was taken back by your tone and your show of respect towards him, that was new. 

 That was… shit was he blushing? He ignored the creeping heat in his face and the slightly quicker thump of his heart. He pushed his glasses up slightly. “It’s not a problem.” he said quietly.

 You nodded at him once more as you made your way back towards the front of the room, ignoring the rising blush in your own face and the racing of your own heart. You got lucky that the professor really took a liking to you as his TA, you could get away with murder when it came to this class.

 Tsukishima was incredibly lucky as well, he was the top student in this class, never missed any assignments, always participated in class, so of course the professor was going to be more lenient with him.

 No one would have ever guessed that he had never turned in his midterm, except you.

 That was something that you didn’t understand, why would you help him out? 

 It was because he was just part of your team, right? You were doing this because you wanted your team to succeed right? He was one of the best players you had, so if you lost him that would hurt the team… that was why, right?

 Or maybe… maybe Kyoutani was right.

 Maybe, just maybe, by chance you actually did harbor a small attraction to the tall blonde.

 ****

 The rest of the day was seemingly uneventful, and you found yourself wrapping up the evening volleyball practice.

 “Hey.” an all too familiar voice called out, a sudden shadow being cast over your small form as you began picking up the volleyballs on the floor.

 You glanced up to see Tsukishima looking down at you, curiosity clear in his gold eyes.

 “What is it?” You asked, ignoring the quickening of your heart. What was wrong with you?

 “Why did you do that?” he asked, beginning to pick up the balls.

 “What do you mean?” You sighed tiredly, you just wanted to go home. You had no energy left in your body to argue with the snarky male before you.

 “You knew that I didn’t turn in the paper… why did you lie to the professor like that?” He asked quietly.

 “Well…” your eyes slid over to him before looking down at the ball in your hands. “I knew that the professor would cut you some slack since you are one of his favorite students… plus… it would be bad if you got a zero, right? You would’ve failed the class…” You trailed off, your eyes glancing back up at him, taking notice to the small smirk that began to cover his lips.

 “- and we can’t afford to lose one of our players! You’re tall and stupid but you’re a decent player so that’s why I did it! I didn’t want to hurt the team just because you were being stupid and forgetful!” You said, voice annoyed as you all but slammed the volleyball into his arms. “Hurry up and put those away, I want to go home.” you huffed, stalking away.

 You hadn’t noticed the small smile that overtook his face as he watched you walk away.

 “Are you ready to go?” You asked once you guys had finished cleaning up, Kyoutani nodded, grabbing his bag from the floor.

 “Hold on.” a hand grabbed the back of your jacket, yanking you back into a warm and broad chest.

 You blinked up to see Tsukishima peering down at you, eyebrows raised. 

 You could feel your face burn at his proximity and as you stumbled away from him. 

 “W-What is it now?” You stuttered out.

 “Here. Professor said to give it to you by the end of the day. I just had to reprint it out.” he said, handing you his midterm.

 Your eyebrows shot up. “Wait, you actually did the assignment?”

 “It was already done, I just forgot to submit it.” he said, shrugging.

 “And I thought you were just lazy and didn’t do it at all.” You said in awe, eyes skimming through the papers.

 “Don’t put me in with the likes of you.” he snorted, eyes rolling, although there was an unseen fondness swimming within those golden orbs, unseen to you at least. It was entirely apparent to Kyoutani who seemed to have a larger scowl on his face.

 “Shut up stupid! I’m going to grade your paper harshly now!” you hissed, glaring at him.

 “You can try,” he drawled out. “But I did the assignment perfectly. I shouldn’t get anything less than an A.”

 “We’ll see.” you snapped.

 ****

 “Stupid Tsukishima. Does he have to be perfect at everything?” You grumbled to yourself as you finished grading his paper.

 He was right.

 He did the assignment perfectly.

 You shouldn’t have said anything to the professor, especially if he was going to be so smug about it.

 Why was he so infuriating? 

 You could see the flash of his smirk behind your lids when you blinked, it caused your heart to race, your fist to clench tightly together. You just wanted to slap that stupid smirk off of his stupid gorgeous face and -

 Damn it.

 It seemed like recently your thoughts were completely consumed by him. 

 “Speak of the devil.” You muttered to yourself when you noticed who was calling you.

 “What do you want?” You hissed.

 “Oh, good you are awake.” His rang smoothly through the speaker.

 “Yeah because I stayed up late to grade your midterm, so I didn’t have to worry about it over the weekend.” You huffed, sitting back in your chair.

 “Well what’s the verdict?” he asked smugly. 

 You could feel your nostrils flaring in anger at his tone. “You got an A. Which is surprising to me since you’re the biggest moron that I know.” 

 “I already told you not to lump into the same category as you.” 

 “I’m hanging up now.” you announced, your blood boiling at his comment.

 “Wait. Go open your door.” he demanded.

 You frowned. “Why would I do that?”

 “Just do it and hurry up.” you could all but see his eyes rolling.

 You huffed angrily, stalking over to your front door, and yanking it open to reveal the blonde male smirking at you.

 You could feel your brows furrow as you tried to register what was happening.

 Tsukishima, your enemy, was standing at the front of your home, cladded in his team jacket and joggers, and he was holding a bag.

 “Took you long enough.” he said, removing the phone from his ear and stepping past you into your home.

 He was already removing his shoes and placing them on the shoe rack near your front door, heading towards your kitchen.

 “Are you just going to stand there all night?” he called out, never looking back.

 That comment snapped you out of your confusion, you quietly closed the door, following after the blonde that was beginning to make tea like he was in his own home and not someone else's.

 “What are you doing?” You asked quietly, eyes following his every movement. 

 “Just be quiet and sit down.” he said simply, and for some reason… you actually listened.

 You wracked your brain for all the reasons as to why Tsukishima was in your home this late at night, using your kitchen.

 You snapped back to reality when he placed a plate and a mug in front of you. 

 Your eyebrows raised slowly, but you couldn’t help the twinkle in your eyes as you gazed at the treat before you.

 A slice of cake, but the strawberry shortcake from that bakery to be exact. The sweetness of the strawberries and cream, along with the earthy scent of the tea, caused a delicious warmth to swell up in your body.

 “How did you -”

 “It’s a thank you.” he cut you off, pulling up a chair across from you, tea and cake sitting in front of him. “For helping me out with the paper.”

 You couldn’t help the smile that began to stretch across your lips, Tsukishima seemed shy almost, embarrassed maybe? Whatever it was, it was a pleasant change from his usual scowl and smirk.

 “Did you wait long?” you asked quietly, carefully cutting into the cake. “They aren’t even open at this hour…”

 “No, the line wasn’t too bad, I went after practice finished.” he said, glancing over at you. It was a partial lie, Tsukishima did wait a long time, but he did go after practice had finished.

 “Why did you wait this long to come over then?” you asked, sighing in pleasure as you took a bite.

 There was a reason why this bakery was so famous for their strawberry shortcake, it was the best cake you had ever had.

 “I thought you might’ve been too busy in the evening, since you promised coach you would hand in those data forms tomorrow… and the in class activity we did today… you said you would grade tonight and get it back to us Monday…” he trailed off quietly, cutting into his slice.

 You blinked at him, the thumping in your heart increasing.

 Since when was he so observant with you?

 “Since always. You’ve just never noticed.” he said, gold eyes boring into your own.

 You could feel your face heating up, shit, did you really ponder that aloud?

 What was this feeling bubbling up in your gut? It burned and turned pleasantly the longer you stared at him.

 A sudden shyness washed over you as you broke eye contact, eyes casting back down to the cup of tea that was now resting between your hands.

 “O-Oh.” 

 It was silent again, it wasn’t awkward, but there was definitely something lingering heavily in the air.

 You just couldn’t place your finger on it.

 “You have something…” Tsukishima began to say, suddenly reaching over, his strong fingers gently grasped your chin, tilting it up, thumb beginning to brush at the corner of your lips.

 Without even thinking about it, your tongue darted out, swiping across his thumb, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the sweetness of the cream that had lingered at the corner of your mouth.

 Tsukishima’s eyes darkened considerably; air rushing out of his nose as he exhaled deeply. His thumb rubbing against your lower lip. 

 Your eyes glazed over, lips parting slightly, inviting him entrance to your mouth. Tsukishima’s thumb pushed past your lips, resting on your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut, your tongue gently running along the pad of his thumb.

 You could feel the blood roaring in your ears, your stomach twisting in arousal.

 “Fuck.” he whispered, the sound of a chair being pushed back, his thumb leaving the wetness of your mouth.

 It all happened so fast, by the time you had opened your eyes Tsukishima was hauling you out of your chair and up on the counter. His large hand grasped your face firmly before slamming his lips against yours.

 You gasped, allowing his tongue to snake his way in, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

 You couldn’t help the moan that tore through your throat, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, fingers sliding into the blonde locks at the back of his head, your legs wrapping around his hips.

 Fuck, you couldn’t get enough of this. He was everywhere, warm and solid against your body; all you could smell was him, all you could taste was him and fuck did he taste good. You could still taste the sweetness of cream on his tongue, the tartness of the strawberries, and him.

 It was intoxicating.

 You were drowning in everything that was Tsukishima and fuck did you like it. The way his big hands gripped at your face, your waist, pulling you closer, kissing you deeper, it was too much.

 But it also wasn’t enough.

 “What are you - ahh - what are you doing?” you whimpered out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he trailed his hot lips against your throat, sucking and biting at every inch of it.

 “What do you think I’m doing you idiot?” he breathed against the shell of your ear. He grinded his hips against yours causing the loud moan to escape your lips, he was hard against you.

 “I don’t…” you whined softly as he grabbed your hips, pressing you tightly against his crotch, grinding against you sinfully. “I don’t understand… Tsukki… Kei.” you whined again, hips bucking up on their own, aching for more friction.

 Fuck you were so wet, so hot and bothered, you needed him to touch you more.

 “Fuck.” he hissed out, eyes squeezing tightly together as you whined out his name. “Fuck… you’re so infuriating. You still don’t get it do you?” he growled out, nipping at your lobe as his ragged breathing increased. 

 You couldn’t muster up any words, all that escaped your lips was a drawn-out moan as one of his hands reached up and massaged one of your breasts harshly. 

 “I like you, Y/n. I’ve liked you since the very beginning. But you never… fuck…” he hissed as you slipped a hand under his shirt, nails dragging against his smooth skin. You could feel the muscles of his stomach flexing beneath your touch, the pace of his hips increasing against yours.

 “You never noticed.” he finally growled out, reaching up and yanking your shirt off your body. “The only time you ever paid attention to me was when I made you mad, you simple minded woman. It’s so easy to get you riled up…” he kissed you harshly now, teeth knocking together before he bit into your lip harshly, causing your nails to dig further into his chest.

 “But then in class when you lied straight-faced to the professor… and then when you looked at me with that sweet expression, and those wide eyes… I couldn’t help but wonder what other kinds of faces you can make for me.” he finished quietly. His breathing was labored, and his lips were swollen but the intensity of his gaze caused your body to squirm.

 “What do you say?” he asked, his voice deep and rough, his grip on you was still tight, but his hips had stilled, he was pulled back slightly from you, allowing you space to breathe.

 “Please.” You whimpered out, tears springing up in your eyes, you were too riled up now, body too hot and aching for release.

 You needed him. You needed Tsukishima to touch you more, you needed him to whisper filth into your ear, you needed to feel his skin sliding against yours, and most of all, you needed him be buried deep inside of you.

 “I need to hear you say it Y/n.” He grasped your jaw, angling your face up to his as he stared down at you. “Say it.”

 You could feel your lower lip quivering, you were aching for it, aching for him. “Kei please! Just - just fuck me already!” you wailed. “What are you waiting for!? Just fuck m-” he yanked you off of the counter, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried you to your couch, dropping you down haphazardly before his hands were everywhere, ripping the clothes off your body until you were completely bare.

 He stared shamelessly at your nakedness, eyes running over every curve of your body. His hands rested on your bent needs, pulling them open and staring openly at your glistening cunt.

 “Don’t look.” you whimpered, moving one of your hands to cover yourself up. He easily knocked your hand away.

 “Don’t hide yourself from me.” he said as he moved to remove the rest of his clothing. 

 Tsukishima was beautiful, long, and lean, his muscular frame exposed to your greedy eyes as you scanned his body.

 Your lips trembled at the sight of his stiff member, leaking precum and standing painfully tall.

 He grasped his cock lazily, his hand easily sliding up and down his shaft as he gazed down at you. His other hand reached down to gather the obscene amount of wetness that was gathering between your legs.

 “You’re soaked,” he moaned, eyes flashing dangerously. “You want me to fuck you? Or do you want me to taste you?”

 You could feel your mouth run dry at his questions.

 Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed slightly, his large hand coming down to swat at your thigh. You gasped the stinging sensation, your arousal spiking dramatically.

 “Answer me.” he demanded.

 Your lips trembled, eyes glazing over with unshed tears, you were so pent up, you needed something, anything that would provide you with some kind of release. 

 It was only for a moment, but there was a flash of gentleness, the hand that had swatted at your thigh rubbed at the skin tenderly. 

 “You’re so beautiful.” he said quietly, and then he was moving to situate himself between your legs, grasping at your thighs before his head ducked down and his hot tongue licked a strip up your soaked slit until it rested on your clit.

 You moaned loudly; your head being thrown back as your body trembled with pleasure.

 His tongue lapped lazily against you, flickering up and down against that swollen bundle of nerves, occasionally dipping further down, sliding into your entrance, tasting you completely before sliding back up.

 It didn’t take long for you to get close to your orgasm. Your body was taut, aching for release. It was too much almost; your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, you couldn’t tell if you were pushing him away or pulling him closer.

 All you knew was that he was giving you everything right now. Tsukishima pulled your clit into his mouth now, sucking hard, his front teeth gently brushing against it.

 Your legs were tense, thighs quacking as you approached your release, the quiet room was filled with your drawn out moans and pants, wet slurping noises escaping your lower half as Tsukishima all but devoured your cunt completely.

You came with a cry, body convulsing against the cushions of the couch, thighs trying to close together, squeezing tightly against Tsukishima’s head. You whimpered brokenly as you tried to wiggle yourself away from the blonde that was still sucking at your clit, but his grip was tight, refusing to let you go, forcing your over sensitive cunt to produce another orgasm.

 In the midst of it all, he yanked himself away, lining his stiff cock against your swollen entrance and then snapping his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you completely.

 A loud cry tore through your lips, you were still in the middle of your orgasm when he entered, your slick gushing out around him and spilling onto the cushions below.

 “Are you gonna cum again?” he breathed watching you in awe as you struggled to adapt to his size.

 “Fuck you are.” he moaned, your tight walls fluttering around him as your third one ripped through your body. “I can’t believe you came again just from me entering you.” he breathed out, hands resting on your hips.

 Tsukishima gave you no time to adjust, his hips snapping forward harshly as he set a brutal pace.

 You could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your fingers gripping at the couch, needing something, anything to hold on to.

 His cock rubbed against your walls perfectly, your body having no time to keep up with his movement, the stretch burned, the pleasure toe curling. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, keeping him closer.

 Suddenly your world shifted, Tsukishima hauled your body up, forcing you to sit on top of his thick member. You cried out loudly, this new position caused his cock to rub up inside of you at a new angle.

 He never stopped, his large hands gripped at your hips now, forcing you up and down as you rode him, his hips snapping up to meet the downwards roll of your hips.

 All you could do was grip at his broad shoulders weakly, struggling to keep up with his pace, struggling to adjust to the new depth that he reached within you.

 But you couldn’t. You could hardly breathe, you couldn’t think of anything except for Tsukishima and the pleasure he was giving you.

 “Look at you.” he groaned, eyes never leaving your face. “You make the sweetest faces when I’m inside of you.”

 “Kei…” You sobbed. “Please.”

 You weren’t sure what you were asking for at this point, the pleasure was mind numbing, the room was filled with sounds of your moans and his grunts, the wet squelching noises of your cunt as it was being stuffed over and over again was something that might’ve embarrassed you if you had the time to even think about it. 

 But you didn’t, all you could think about was unraveling again, all you could think about Tsukishima Kei. Your enemy, the most annoying man you had ever met, but he was also the most intelligent man you had ever met, the most beautiful man you had ever met, and now he was the only man that you ever wanted to receive pleasure from. 

 You came again with a loud sob, gushing around him, dripping onto his upper thighs, body trembling against his as you collapsed on top of his chest.

 He groaned your name loudly, thrusting up sharply into your cunt once more before spilling himself into your hot center. 

 It felt like time had stopped around you as you struggled to catch your breath. You weren’t sure how long it was that you guys stayed like this.

 But you have never been more tired, more comfortable in your entire life than right now.

 You could feel your eyes drooping down, your face buried into the crook of his neck, his long fingers gently tracing delicate patterns into the skin of your back.

 Tsukishima shifted, easily picking you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his member still buried deep inside of you. You vaguely remember answering his question about where the bathroom was and soon you found yourself perched up on the bathroom counter. 

 You could feel his cum slowly leaking out of your swollen cunt, trickling down your leg as he gently cleaned you up. You didn’t even remember how you ended up in your bed, but now you were curled up against the tall blonde, wrapped up in the security of his arms as he rubbed your back gently.

 “I still hate you Kei.” you mumbled against his chest, sighing softly before pressing your lips into his smooth skin.

 “I know.” he smirked against your hair, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Go to sleep. We’ll go and get breakfast tomorrow.”

 Okay maybe you didn’t hate him, but he was still infuriating to you.