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prodbymaui · 2 years ago

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Happy Wife, Happy Life.

baby, take my hand. I want you to be my husband

PAIRING: lee donghyuck x reader

GENRE: porn without plot, husband!haechan, established relationship

WC: 1k+ words

WARNINGS: slight somnophilia, reader is pregnant, unprotected sex (I mean..), breeding kink

SYNOPSIS: Haechan decides it doesn't matter if he's tired-- waking up to you bouncing on his cock is worth it.

A/N: uh.. hi? I've been working on 2 fics these past few days, hence I wasn't able to post drabbles and ficlets. So I gave you this as a compensatory fic (?). anyways, happy reading!

The moment his wife fell asleep, he wasted no time in bathing himself and doing the same thing. Dealing with a furious boss, handling a meeting for a big project, checking the progress of each departments and the list goes on. Haechan's day, to say the least, could be defined as tiring and draining.

His deep slumber, however, was broken when he heard small whimpers seemingly around him. The instincts of being a husband rang inside him, immediately alarmed by the thought of you being in pain-- so he opened his eyes.

Haechan doesn't know whether to be thankful or otherwise as he met with a sight of his pregnant wife bouncing on his cock, hands forming fists in an attempt to hide your wails. Your husband cursed while you gasped, his hands gripped your thighs and steadied you above him, guiding and helping you to a more pleasurable and stable pace.

Maybe it's the hormones, the feeling of guilt of waking up your tired husband to fend your own desires was enough to prick tears in your eyes, lips quivering lightly when you couldn't afford to stop despite wanting to. ''I-I'm sorry, love.. I- ah!'' Your hips jerked, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and hands fell to hold on to the sides of Haechan's.

He spurted out profanities, wrapping his arms around you as he sat up to a more comfortable position, feet flat on the floor. ''Are you gonna cum, pretty?'' The gentle whispers against your ears contradicted the harsh meet of your and Haechan's hips, clashing feverishly as you both tried chasing a high.

Observing how your nose reddened, eyes glassy and lips pouted in an enticing way-- Haechan knew you've been riding him for a while. True to his guess, your mumbles of rants and cries proved him that you were indeed bouncing up and down on his dick not shorter then 5 minutes ago. ''Can't cum, can't--''

The whines was a music to his ears but as much as Haechan loved hearing you desperate for release on his cock, he wouldn't want to let his wifey to fend for herself, wouldn't he now? Of course, not without making you beg for it.

Panic raised inside you when the ache in your thighs became unbearable, your high slipping away from you just as fast as it came. You shook your head left and right, bracing yourself on Haechan's shoulders as you tried to chase the climax back, big globs of teardrops running on your face when pain overpowered the pleasure.

Lee Haechan, as cruel as he was, fucking laughed at your state. This man never failed to make sure that you knew he gets off of you being desperate, being needy for his big cock. If possible, his already hard length, got even harder at one of his favorite sight of yours. Eyes shut tightly, pussy glistening in arousal, begging him to fuck you with no remorse, to have his way on you for the sake of cumming.

Tilting your face up with a contrasting soft grip on your chin, he smirked. ''Beg,'' That's all he had to say for you to scramble on your words as you spat out the nastiest shits while sporting your best innocent face. Haechan loved that.

''Please fuck me, use me however you want. Wanna feel your cum inside me-- making me pregnant with your child. Want everyone to see who got my belly big and round. Fuck-- I'll do anything, please!''

It happened too quickly that you didn't had time to process his next actions because the next thing you knew, you were caged in Haechan's arms as he flipped your positions, laying you down gently on the mattress. Giving your stomach a last sweet kiss before plunging inside you and thrusting just how you like it, deep and rough.

The husband intertwined his hands with yours and pinned them above your head. With this, he had an hd view of how his wife's face was scrunched up in pleasure. The moans and cries shoot straight to his ears. His gaze went from the beautiful flush of your face to the plump boobs, hard nipples, untouched.

Wetting his lips, Haechan dove into the appetizing buds. Licking, sucking and nipping them as if he hadn’t had any meals for days. You had no choice but to take and take everything your husband has to offer.

Letting go of your hands, he moved his grip to the curves of your waist. He, then, leaned backwards and almost felt his cum shooting out as he witnessed the ethereal image you were presenting. ''Fucking hell.''

You're so beautiful like this-- all spread out for him, shining under the moonlight that was peeking through your bedroom's windows. So beautiful that he had to fasten his pace, give you pleasure more than you can take so he could see you glow in the best way you both loved so much.

And you're there, laying down, gripping the sheets and babbling about how much you love your husband's cock. Your body reacted to the immense pleasure, not knowing whether to pull away or meet the thrusts.

''Yeah, just like that, baby. Come for me-- come for me, my love.'' You cried out loudly that a complaint from the neighbors tomorrow was already guaranteed. A ring of white formed around the girth of Haechan red length, your pussy clamped down on him, determined to suck the cum out of him. Your begging and the constant clenches of your warm velvety walls were the ones that finally pushed him to edge, his semen filled you up as Haechan caught your lips in an intimate kiss, hoping that the amount of his love for you can be seen through it.

Deep breaths and giggles. It took more than a few minutes for the two of you to calm down. Haechan laid beside you after doing his duties as your lover, aftercare. With a wrap of his arms around your waist, Haechan murmured something about how you'll probably get attacked by your hormones again this morning and how you shouldn't feel guilty of using him just the way you liked.

Because he was yours, just as you were his.

Comes morning and there you were, under the sheets, smiling up to him so cheekily and innocently. As if you weren't holding his dick in your hands, as if you weren't just sucking him dry.

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annabelle-creart · 3 months ago

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11 + BumbleBlades + Humanformers: Kingdom of Light

Fuck, Bee didn't close the courtains, Bailey thought with the sun on her eyes, the last thing she wanted was to wake up after such night (that unfortunately include liquor) "Bee" Bailey called, her voice was heavier than usual "you didn't close the courtains"

"Hm" Bee replied with a tired and soft thread of air "just close it" he said

"You, close it, you didn't do when you got into bed" Bailey wanted to put the sheet on her eyes but it was too hot for it, fucking summer, Hector and Boulder couldn't find a worst date to marry, and now they had to prepare again because the formal fairy ceremony were celebrated on midnights, things that Bailey would never understand about fae

"Let's bet then," Bee was still sleepy, managing to talk, gosh, he was so sleepy that forgot to activate her voice-rune and sounded like a teenage girlie "am I thinking on scissors or rock"

"Rock"

"Duck you" Bee sighed, punching the bed, he tried to get in feet but the idiot accepted a lot of liquer bets last night, as first prince and as knight, his pride was too high to not to pay his part of bet "done" Bee closed the courtains, and instead of surrounding the bed, he collapsed above Bailey, who get him off inmediatly

"It's too damn hot, get out"

"I deserve it"

"No, you don't" Bailey pressed her head against the pillow, Bee did the same at her side, now that he couldn't even touch her or she would kick him off the bed

Both fell asleep inmediatly, but after a few time, that was actually some hours, the people started moving outside their room on the palace

Due to a bet Bailey made with Hector, she recieved the best guest's room of the palace, which means to have the best view to the garden, what Bailey didn't knew when Hector gave her that room was that he actually gave her the worst room, where the sun striked first and all the noise of the garden was hearable, right now, a tiny but great laugh and the servant's passing and chatting was the symphony of the moment. Good one, Hector, you're the king of jokes, idiot

For a moment Bailey thought she would handle the noise, until some knocks on the door finally wake up the prince and the duke

"Sir, Duke" a voice on the door called both "I have a delivery for you in name of His Majesty"

"Let it on the door!" Bee ordered from the bed "we'll get it later" no voice recall again, maybe the servant already go away "rock or scissors"

"Scissors"

"Fuck" Bee again got off the bed, not as silly as before but he looked like he had the world on his shoulders, he opened the door (as hidden as possible because due to the heat, he was half-naked) and took the last tray on the tray cart, bringing it to bed "there's a note on the plate" Bee tooked a little piece of paper from the grapes "use this cups to toast in my name for you to be the next royal wedding" Bee read the note

"Are you interest in a putsch?" Bailey joked, raising her head to reach the grapes

"Wow, easy on it, Birdie"

"Teach him to not be a jerk and then we will talk" Bee laughed at Bailey's stupid proposition, specially because all her curly hair was on her eyes "what's on the cup?"

"I don't know" Bee smelled the cup "I think it's one of those recipes to help with bad nights, that and a jar of water" he carried a grape and a piece of cheese of the plate

"Hm, he's definitely not human, no matter how much everyone says otherwise"

"Why do you say that?"

"He resisted last night enough to send us this, and he's orphan, we don't know who were his parents or granparents, maybe someone was a fae or an elf and we don't know"

"Or even part pixie?" It was obvious Bee joked, but that didn't stopped Blades from sending him a killing look

"Iu! Puack!" Bailey imitated some throw ups "those things are as tiny as squirrels! How is that supposed to happen in first place!" Bee at the reply, let out a lot of big laughs as loud as a war cries, Bailey used the distraction to get as much grapes and cheese as possible, of course, upsetting Bee, who got in attack as fast as the good knight he is to recover them

On the game, Bailey brought some grapes to her mouth, making impossible for Bee to get them on less hard ways, so, he took Bailey's wrists and nailed them to the bed, getting closer to her lips, so, by playing with Bailey's chin a little, she would finally open her mouth, letting Bee got some grapes by stealing kisses and sharing caresses on their chests

Both were on that play for some time, before the clock released their song, making crearly it was 12, my, that explains why Hector sended them the tray, whatever, they didn't payed attention to it when the song ceased and continued on their normal small talk and stealing kisses from time to time

Until the clock reached 3 and they needed to prove they were alive, they played their silly game as if they were teens, also remembering when they were teens and just met, how funny times, and how funny time they're hsving now

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 2 years ago

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Colonel's orders!

Summary: Quaritch contends with his crush on Lyle's partner. Especially now its 15 years later and he's well a whole lot bluer.

Gn!reader x Quaritch, Gn!reader x lyle

Warnings, Swearing, everyone's very sad at the start here,

Chapter 1, 2

Chapter 3

There was only one thing worse than this. Only one thing worse than waking in the enemies skin. Worse than being torn back to this god forsaken planet. Worse than facing his human lives failures, worse than being stuck under someone else thumb. No all that he could accept.

The worst thing was Y/n was gone. It had been almost 15 years since he'd 'died' and he didn't even really know what happened to you. Did you go back to Earth with the rest of the humans? Were you stuck somewhere in the smog trying to carve out a life for yourself? Did you move on find someone else after Lyle's death? He could hardly bear thinking of the alternative. That you'd been involved in the fight. That you hadn't made it to the next day.

Lyle for his part seemed equally as sullen. He'd spent days scouring through reports, trying to find you. When he couldn't? He broke. Dragging his feet to meetings and picking at his meals, living on auto pilot. Miles could empathize, drifting from task to task, following his orders.

The sour mood extended down the ranks. There was little joking or laughter. No pranks pulled or play fighting. Well at least none whilst Lyle or himself were around. Zdog had began nudging and trying to talk but Lyle ignored her until she too fell silent.

He'd only barely been aware of your presence amongst the squad while human. You tended to only be around in his absence or rather when the squad wasn't actively working. You must have formed stronger bonds with them then. Otherwise Zdog and Mansk's moods wouldn't feel so familiar.

They'd landed in bridgehead city with little fanfare. The human soldiers barely acknowledged him, accept to sneer. It would seem the people on base were even less receptive to their na'vi forms than those in the craft had been. The more personable of his team seemed very displeased by this.

Miles for his part was willing to accept the isolation. All the people he really gave two shits about were here with him now, well almost all. Lyle however seemed to sink deeper, if that was even possible and in turn so did the rest of the team.

Ardmore still seemed happy to see them, if just for their utility. Sending them out on missions with her own men, or instead of her men. This seemed to be half the cause for the tension around base. The human soldiers did not appreciate being replaced.

Miles found himself spending most of his time with Lyle. He'd been the closest thing to a friend he'd had before. In your absence he'd began to feel a little guilty about how he'd behaved around him. It seemed their shared mourning brought them closer now. Hell it brought him closer to the rest of the squad. He was no longer just the big boss, he was a friend.

After a long night of drinking with the team, Lyle and him had ended up alone. The rest of their friends lay passed out on chairs around them. Mansk some how sleeping across a half played pool game with Fike, who slept slumped over the back of the sofa.

He'd admitted then that he'd had a thing for you. In the quiet hours of the early morning, half asleep as he mumbled. He spoke of how taken he'd been with you, that he'd been rather jealous of your relationship with Lyle. He even told him about the almost kiss at the end of his stolen date.

Lyle sat patiently listening to him ramble. When Miles finished he sat waiting for the strike, for anger that didn't come. Lyle put his hand on Miles tense shoulder, gripping him tightly before his face scrunched and Miles was pulled into a bear hug.

Miles was stunned, he expected rage. Fists flying, tables flipped, hell even him just storming off. He didn't know what to do with this, remaining frozen.

When Lyle could speak through the sobs he'd admitted he'd known. That Miles hadn't been subtle at all, that it was honestly a miracle that you'd never noticed. Lyle even laughed a little when he said that, a sound Miles hadn't realized till then he'd missed so dearly.

"Did the team know?" Miles finally spoke, Lyle's hand resting atop his own.

"Yeah... well maybe not Mansk but he's kinda slow with this stuff." Lyle squeezed his knuckles. Miles felt his face burn. At this point he couldn't tell if it was embarrassment, alcohol or something else.

The teams spirits seemed lifted after that. Though they still dragged their feet there was an air of solidarity again. Even laughter whilst he and Lyle were present. General sentiment seemed to be that even with the circumstances the way they were, they were at least together.

Ardmore waltzed into their barracks late one evening. The small area where the recoms were housed, where the air was suited to them. The ceilings, beds, showers were all made to accommodate their larger bodies but only just. She strode right up to Miles while he worked on the gym equipment, Lyle spotting him standing to attention.

"Need you placed down at unit 2, having some trouble with them and could use some..." She paused looking him up and down, as Miles sat up. "Larger reinforcement."

"Yes mam." He saluted as she turned heal and walked out. It was taking some getting used to being subordinate. Ardmore had the run of the place so he shouldn't feel so bothered by her interruption. A few of his squad perked up, falling in to find out what was happening.

A second unit? He frowned at this new information. He hadn't been aware of another human settlement. The outposts were plentiful but they weren't referred to as units.

He scowled, pulling himself up and over to his abandoned data pad. Best to set off as soon as he could. The team were itching to do something, disliking the idol time in their current mood. He felt the same, keeping busy was the best he could do to keep his mind off of you.

The next morning they set off. He elected to take Lyle, Zdog, Mansk and Fike. They'd been the most persistently morose and would benefit from the change of scenery. He was right, all had eagerly climbed onboard and were now surveying the canopy as they flew past. Even Lyle seemed to have perked up, grinning over at him.

Miles still had little clue what they were getting into. The reports he'd dug up had been so heavily censored that they'd become unintelligible. Best he could tell there was some amount of genetic research being done there. The heavy use of technical terms slid off him but he was certain of one thing. They'd been experimenting with na'vi and human DNA.

Perhaps that's what Ardmore had been referring too. That some of these experiments had resulted in subjects that were hard to control. Hybrid avatars? Maybe recoms? Or hell maybe just clones. No use speculating further, they had arrived and all would be explained shortly.

A red faced scientist came sprinting out to meet them before they'd even fully landed. Grasping Miles hand for a quick shake before hurriedly urging them to follow inside. He barely caught what the man was saying over the helicopter.

Something about familiar faces and calming them down? Miles felt more confused than before, until he rounded the corner. There just beyond the two way glass you were.

It was shocking to see. The room was torn to shreds, remnants of bedding and furniture scattered to all corners but the details were lost in his tunnel vision. You flung yourself against walls screaming, hissing. Your na'vi body bloodied, medical gown torn. You wailed at the mirror before throwing yourself against it.

Miles didn't even think, just moved to the door separating you both and walked in. You jumped, pivoting to him with a wild expression. He couldn't help the emotions that overcame him. He could've cried with joy seeing you there, alive and well bluer. Your tail thrashed behind your crouched body. Miles only just heard the others at the door when you pounced.

It was easy to counter, you'd never had the training he'd endured. Miles caught you mid air, holding you aloft by your underarms as you hissed, clawed and snapped at him. He held firm as you thrashed around, flailing in mid air, the hissing turning to wailing. It broke his heart, what the hell had they done to you? He turned to look at the mirror, staring down whoever still watched behind it.

He was about ready to storm off, start threatening the staff here when you stilled. Looking back from them, you'd settled and now just hung there. Your head cocked, tear filled honey eyes staring back into his. Your nose wrinkled, the cute expression he'd thought he'd never see again. The same little face you made when something was puzzling you.

Then to his horror your face scrunched further, tears falling as you opened your mouth to cry further. Pointed fangs were visible now, longer than any of his teams. He half expected your reaching hands to be clawed but dull finger tips dug into his arms, reaching to pull him closer.

He relented, tugging you into himself. Your arms wrapping around his torso, face burying into the crook of his neck, muffling your cries. The others now crowed round him moving closer to to see you. He felt a pang of something in his gut. A sudden desire to tuck you away from them. Miles ignored it, instead focusing on Lyle's face.

He'd missed his reaction at first though it must have been similar to his own. Now Lyle was just smiling, grinning so wide his lips might burst. He was crying too, silent tears making their way down his cheeks. He reached out, Miles staying ridged to let him. His fingers brushed against your hair, though the gut feeling to hide you didn't flare up at this.

Your head flung up, tail mirroring the motion before suddenly twisting to see him. It took a moment but Miles saw the recognition hit you and loosened his grip. He was right to, the second later you were leaping to Lyle. He in turned caught you, spinning and laughing as you clung to him, legs wrapped around his middle.

Miles bit his cheek, trying very hard to maintain the smile he'd held before. Zdog, Fike and Mansk stood by him, clearly ecstatic at the turn of events. Miles ears flicked and he turned to the scientist entering the room.

Your mood suddenly shifted, hissing as you half climbed Lyle. Perching almost entirely on his shoulder and arm, keeping your teeth bared. Miles quirked a brow at the scientist, awaiting an explanation for everything.

In the end they'd insisted they talk in the mess hall, allowing you room to scowl at a distance as he spoke to him. You'd been apprehensive to allow anyone to be near the man. Diving in front of Miles to snap at the guy when his hand had dipped into his pocket. Only avoiding getting bit because Miles' had grabbed you round the middle. Holding you back by your hips as you swiped at the man. Who in turn trembled so badly he could barely use the key card he'd reached for.

The scientist had explained that first. You'd had to be sedated more than once already and been more aggressive since then. Most recently seriously injuring four men who'd tried to subdue you.

The descriptions of your behavior were hard to accept. Miles had only ever known you as sweet, your anger barely raised your voice never mind your fist. Though your bloodied limbs proved the story, none of it was yours.

He continued his explanation. Unit 2 was an experimental branch of the Phoenix Project sanctioned by Ardmore. They were trying to see if a different mix of human to na'vi DNA yielded stronger soldiers. You'd been one of the first they'd authorized to be implanted with memories. Although they'd done less to settle you than they'd have liked.

They'd decided it would be best to house you with Unit 1, Deja Blu, as your familiarity with them should make you more amenable to their tests.

"Tests?" Quaritch felt his face tighten. The scientist flinching at his response.

"It's nothing major. Reflexes, spacial awareness, nothing invasive! Just trying to ascertain the risk/reward of their DNA mix." He stumbled over his words, babbling out the response. He was still sweating and nervously glancing over to you. Miles relaxed into his seat, humming an affirmative.

The scientist broke out in a smile, thanking him and trying to shake his hand again. Miles kept his tucked in his armpits and the man swallowed hard.

"Well uh good. I'll let you settle in." He scampered off, giving you a wide berth. Miles watched you, your whole body leaning out to follow him, before settling back against Lyle. It was rather amusing watching him fumble at the door, unwilling to break eye contact.

Miles hid his smirk as the group moved over to him. Better not to encourage you. Lyle took the seat to his right, before you jumped up to nestle between them both. You seemed far more relaxed now, leaning to rest against Lyle as he smiled over you to Miles.

He'd need to find a time to explain the situation to the others but for now he was more concerned about you.

"How you holdin' up?" He watched as your big eyes focused on him, ears and tail flicking to attention.

"Uh things are weird." You smiled back. He felt his heart catch in his throat hearing your voice again. "I uh... well...I can't think right, I keep getting confused and I get so angry or like territorial or something. It's just so nice to see you all again." You smiled again, keeping your eyes on his and placing a hand on his arm. Miles felt warmth spread across his chest.

"We're staying for a while, right boss?" Lyle chirped up. Miles flicked his attention over to his, nodding.

"Ardmore wants us here for a good while yeah." Lyle grinned him before turning to you. He dropped his face against your shoulder nuzzeling into you. You laughed, hand leaving Miles to come up to hold his head, rubbing down to his queue.

"Hey! You have hair now!" The group burst into a laugh, Miles couldn't help but join in with.

It was odd. As the day went on and Miles didn't feel those pangs of jealousy he'd been so used to before. Absence really had only made his heart from fonder. He couldn't take his eyes off you, scared this was some dream and you might just disappear. Every tiny touch sent electric through him and you were far more tactile now.

You seemed to need to be touching someone at all times. Plastering yourself to Lyle or himself most of the time. Though Zdog and Fike were often targets of your affections, gripping their arms or hands as they tried to prepare an approximation of the barracks.

Mansk ducked and hid best he could but even he didn't escape for long. Something in his apprehension set you off and Miles watched as you hid high on the lockers. Your tail whipping from side to side as your pupils dilated. He passed to help Zdog shift a bench when you pounced down on him. Miles barked a laugh at Mansk's squeal with the rest of the team. Mansk finally returning your hug to sate you.

You returned to Lyle and himself grinning ear to twitching ear. Miles felt an uncertainty in his gut. He was ecstatic to see you, to touch you again but Lyle knew about his feelings now. Was that going to change things? Lyle hadn't shot him any looks when you held onto him.

Did he just trust you both? Miles wasn't sure he trusted himself, while the jealous knot was gone the desire remained. Every moment growing in intensity, one word from you and he'd ruin everything.

#miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #quaritch x you #quaritch x reader #colonels orders #my fics

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ohnococo · 10 months ago

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JJK Parenthood HCs

Nanami, Todo, Gojo, & Sukuna // no curse au

(under the cut for length)

Nanami is the informed parent. From the moment he knows his s/o is expecting he’s reading and researching and making sure he’s prepared to give his child the best life possible. He does so well too, his patience and gentleness towards his children is amazing.

You’ll never see him complaining about middle of the night wake ups, the most you’ll get is a little frustrated breath through his nose (though never in front of the baby). He isn’t put off by tantrums, or food going flying, or a little destructive streak. He knows it’s all developmentally appropriate, he knows it’s to be expected, and he knows how he reacts is important.

His favourite age is 1-4, when they start really communicating and opening up to the world. He loves explaining things, and answering questions, even if that answer is sometimes “I don’t know sweetheart, but let’s find out.”

He can be stern when appropriate, holding firm boundaries even in the face of flying toys and stomping feet, but he really is a softie for his child. “Will you stay until I fall asleep Daddy?” Well he’s going to be curling up uncomfortably in their tiny bed until he’s fallen asleep himself. The sore neck in the morning is worth it.

“Daddy you’re the Trash Princess, I have to slay you and stop your family’s cruel reign.” He’s taping an empty chocolate wrapper to his shirt, donning a tiara, and getting stabbed by a plastic sword as many times as needed to make his baby laugh.

Todo is the hype parent. His sweet baby angel has done nothing wrong ever.

He’s incredibly supportive too, whether it’s a sport, music, art, anything. He’ll be looking for classes to sign them up for and anything they need to be the best at it. The only thing he asks is that whatever his kid wants to do they do with their whole heart - and they’ll surely have the confidence for it with how he’s raised them.

Picture that parent that’s screaming in the crowd like it’s a pro game during little league games. Or the big beefy guy crying at his kid’s dance recital because they’re just so skilled it moves him to tears. Or they’re at a spelling bee and he’s in the crowd telling everyone around him that his kid is an actual genius.

His partner needs to temper the ego their child could potentially have, but otherwise he and the kid will be thick as thieves. There might be some choppy waters when they hit that age where they’re filled with uncertainty over their interest and pursuits, and it’s hard for Todo to be okay with them taking that time to be a little aimless if they happen to want to distance themselves from any kind of after school activities, but in the end he will understand that happiness might come in a form he hasn’t yet thought of.

Gojo is the fun parent. Brownies before dinner, jumping on the bed, staying up late to play games.

Until then though, the newborn through toddler stage absolutely throws him. It’s not the sleepless nights, or the messiness, or the worry about germs. It’s the confusion. When his baby is upset he can go through the checklist of “fed, clean, comfortable,” he can sing and rock them, or try to distract them with toys. All things he’s heard could work, but sometimes that just doesn’t matter. He doesn’t like feeling helpless like that, but a child’s emotions are unpredictable and he has to get used to that.

The 4+ stage is his favourite, they love his silliness, they love how seamlessly he goes along with their antics. This age is when his kids are absolutely in the palm of his hand, so don’t be surprised when they have a strong parental preference for him and complain that no one else does the voice for their favourite stuffed animal right, or no one else knows just how much milk they want in their cereal.

He’s just always ready for any adventure with them. They want to go camping? He’s buying a tent and setting it up in the backyard that night. They want to stop by McDonald’s on the way to school? They’ll only be a little late. They have a convoluted play they’re putting on and they need grown ups to play the part of two horses and a dragon? He’s calling his friends and telling them it’s an emergency.

Don’t mistake it for weakness though. He will sit back and let his kid learn a lesson if they need to. Climbing somewhere they shouldn’t be? They’ll fall on their butt because they need to to learn. He’s also not a pushover by any means. He has no problems telling his kids no when he thinks it’s necessary. He just thinks it’s important to have wiggle room in some cases.

Sukuna is the tough love parent. Training wheels off his kid’s bike the second they managed to figure out everything with them still on. Pulling them out deep enough in the pool where their toes can’t reach the bottom.

It is certainly tough. But, it’s also certainly love. He expects so much of his child, he knows they can do it, he knows the world is only holding them back, he knows life will be easier if they have a thickened skin. But… his child pulls his heart open more than he ever thought. It makes him think of himself when he was young, it makes him think that maybe the things he went through weren’t because he was too soft as a child, maybe it was because the world was too hard on him.

He slips back into those old ways of thinking often. A cold “get up, you’re fine.” When they skin their knee because it was too early to take the training wheels off. A “sink or swim” when they panic in the deep end. But then he’s carrying them into the house to give them a popsicle while he cleans their knee. And he’s putting them on his back while he wades through the water, letting them cling on and practice their kicking every so often.

He’s a parent that thrives with a teen, to his surprise. He hadn’t been looking forward to it, to be honest, with the constant “just wait” doom and gloom parents get. Messy emotions, being unable to stand him, talking back constantly. It’s a lot for him to think of, especially once he’s just gotten into his stride with parenting and his kid thinks of him as a big tough cool guy. But then… the teen years go just fine. Sure his kid is dealing with the volatile emotions and social minefield that is being that age, but Sukuna speaks to them plainly, and it gets through to them somehow.

Sometimes there’s that “you just don’t get it” response, but never in an upset way. They’ve learned to take their dad for what he is at that point. They aren’t hardened, but they can roll with the punches. He isn’t soft, but he’s human.

#my writing #jjk hcs #nanami #Gojo #todo #sukuna

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itstimewehavesomesoliddick · 2 years ago

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Don't remember their names? Kitty recognition guide below!

Rouna

The first kitty we really took care of, we've raised her since birth, bottlefeeding and all, she's very sweet with us and loves human contact whenever she's sleeping or napping but is kind of a dick towards the other cats, kinda acting like a bratty princess who's mad the place where she was first is being invaded by other cats (she really has it in for Tao for some reason).

Fluffy

The first cat to be born on our property and Mama Kitty's first kitten (that we know of). He spends most of his time outdoors, only coming home for the occasional meal and nap. Despite being the most outdoorsy, he's an incredibly polite cat, even letting other cats eat in his plate and waiting for them to finish. He's quite shy but can be a bit of a dick too occasionally (like if another cat being in his favorite napping spot).

Tao

The third of Mama Kitty's kittens, who spent most of her kitten life in our shed. She's short and shy but very cute, she pretends to not purr and not like it when you pet her (when she lets you) but actually does like it very much. Rouna really hates her for some reason (and sometimes Fluffy too).

Milo

The boss of the litter of six, both the head and the stomach, large and in charge. Milo is basically a big cat shaped teddy bear that pretends not to like being petted but actually loves it. He's a complete food hound and WILL harass you for ham or butter, he instinctively wakes up at the mere noise of food packaging being opened and is always the first at your feet asking for his food at breakfast or dinner. He likes to (gently) bite his siblings on the neck to remind them who's boss, but also takes his job very seriously and always puts himself between potential danger and his littermates.

Spirou

Big man number two of the litter of six, he's an absolute cuddlebug who loves nothing more than human contact. He's a bit clumsy and wobbles while walking due to a birth defect to his hip but that doesn't stop him, he is basically everyone's friend (except the one time he jumped right in front of Rouna on my bed because he hadn't seen her, he got promptly swatted on the face), especially Tao's. He loves to nap and makes the cutest noises whenever he stretches or announces his presence.

Fari

Fari is the best hunter of the litter of six, he spends quite a bit of time outdoors with Mona but inside he is a complete teddy bear who very much enjoys tummy rubs and all manners of petting. Very playful and loves to snack too. He meeps instead of meowing.

Toffee

Despite being easily scared, Toffee is also a big snugglebug who will come lay at your feet asking for petting, he even comes whenever he hears another cat purring from being pet to ask to be cuddled as well, he also loves to be snuggled on people's lap. He purrs so loud I can hear him from the floor below. He also enjoys kneading the frilly pink cat bed before falling asleep in it just like Rosie.

Mona

The shy cat of the litter of six, she spends most of her time adventuring outdoors but when she comes home, she announces it with cute noises and will ask to be pet, at which point she can hardly resist the cuddles and will flop on the floor besides you asking for more. Huge petting enthusiast.

Rosie

The runt of the litter of six but by far the fiercest of the two girls of the group. She has no qualms about taking on cats twice her size (like her bigger brothers or Fluffy) and sometimes swipes food right from other cats' noses. Will ask to be taken on your lap for petting and otherwise a big cuddlebug in general despite being the smallest cat in the house. Enjoys kneading the frilly pink cat bed before falling asleep in it just like Toffee.

Sasha

The latest addition to the house, he came to our garden as a sick stray cat with gunk in his eyes and probably worms in his belly. After treating him and gaining his trust, he turned out to be a very sweet little panther who loves cuddling (and food). He often goes to nap in all of Rouna's most comfortable spots (including her very own kitty bed!) and has really gotten a lot friendlier (and more vocal) since getting better. Although we're not entirely sure we're his only family, we're certainly treating him a lot better than the other if he has one.

Honorable mention: the source of all those kitties except Sasha, Mama Kitty!

The kitty who one day appeared in our garden pregnant and would end up giving birth to four different litters of lovebugs before we finally managed to have her spayed, she only comes for food and is quite shy but we still love her and are very grateful for all the cute kitties we get to spend time with thanks to her. Thank you Mama Kitty!

#kittenposting

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ladyddanger · 2 years ago

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Final Exam!

Hello! I’ve been waiting for you. This test counts for a hundred percent of your grade so I hope you studied. Before we began a few ground rules.

When the timer sounds the test will start. To your left you will find a number two pencil. Please use it to mark your answer. Only mark one answer per question unless you are told otherwise. You will answer about twelve questions. Not all questions count for the same number of points. Don’t try to leave the testing room. Keep your eyes on your own paper. Any breaking of the rules will result in termination. A second timer will sound when your test is complete. Ready? You may begin! Good luck!

Ready. One. Two. Three-

You wake up in an empty bed, heart pounding so hard your whole body is shaking with it. White silk sheets are tangled around your body trapping you. You slowly untangle yourself scanning your surroundings, trying to teach yourself to breathe again.

You’re in your bedroom you realize as your vision clears slightly. You don’t spend much time here anymore but you spent months designing this place and know it like the back of your hand. Shadows cling to the furniture, dusty from lack of use. Music drifts from the bright streets down below. The city lights don’t manage to fully reach up here casting odd shadows around your big empty room.

You shiver as you get up, now that you're awake you might as well work. You’re not going back to sleep after that dream. You don’t remember falling asleep but you're still in your suit with a red tie knotted into your hair holding dark locks back. You must have kicked your shoes off somewhere before you passed out because you can’t find them.

Whatever. It’s just you here, so you don’t have to worry about looking good. On the desk you shoved in the back of your room for nights like these, you find a stack of papers wet with what smells like whiskey and totally ruined. On top, having somehow survived the mess is a picture.

Your own face grins up at you, cheeks dimpled with youth. You look so.. delicate like this. Your hair is messy, blown back by the wind and easy laughter dances on the edges of your mouth. You can see feathers peaking out of beanie, the golden tips brushing your flushed cheeks. An arm is around your waist, pale skin dotted in freckles. The owner of the arm is careful to avoid the wings on your back.

You can’t see his face behind a plastic mask but you know what exactly it looks like.

Freckles and sun kissed skin and jade green eyes. A nose that’s been broken too many times. A pale white scar down a high cheekbone. You know what he looks like laughing with his friends and half asleep and angry.

You know what he looks like broken and sobbing, blood and vomit on his face, those same green eyes bloodshot with tears as he lays at your feet a ruined mess.

You look away quickly before your thoughts can spiral into that sweet darkness look away until the almost religious urge to tear and break and hurt is gone. You suck air into your broken lungs. You can’t focus on Dream’s face. You can look at George, his lanky body leaned on Sapnap, his eyes hidden by glasses and imagine him calling you an idiot.

George is safe. Safe to miss because everyone misses George. George is always leaving. Your grief is shared and makes it less painful than Dream who you don’t miss at all or them. Your hands are shaking. You won't look at them. You won’t. You fail .

Sapnap’s arms wrap around your shoulders leaning into you warm and playful and smelling of smoke. Karl is on on Dream’s other side, taller than all of you in his purple high heels caught mid laugh, eyes shifting from Purple to Blue

You know by that point Sapnap had already had a crush on you. You know that Karl was genuinely laughing because his eyes are sparkling. It feels like a violation to know that much about people who hate you. Or- worse don't care anymore You feel sick looking into their eyes.

QUESTION ONE: WHEN WAS THIS PICTURE TAKEN?

A.) Summer. You remember salty wind catching in your wings as you flung yourself into the cool deep blue of the ocean. You remember bursting to the surface a moment later, washed clean by the sun a man reborn. You miss them so much it hurts. Like someone reached into your ribcage and dragged your heart from your chest. Every time you wake up in a bed too big for one person you lose a piece of yourself. Soon you’ll be all gone. You drop the paper to the ground.

B.) Winter. You remember how cold it was. How Karl complained, how eroge demanded to be carried through the snow, how Sapnap took your hands when you complained about being cold. You remember Dream’s hands on your back between your wings as he pushed you into the ocean. You were both laughing as you fell. Now the memory fills you with anger. Fuck them for leaving you. You’re a wolf and they're are all fucking sheep. You will claw and bite through flesh. You will choke on sweet salty blood until you drown and they can fucking starve. Horse, water and drinking and all that. You pull out a lighter and tell yourself that your hand is shaking from anger. With a quick motion you light the paper aflame and watch your own face burn.

C.) Spring. You remember playing Manhunt, chasing Dream through the newborn grass. All of you ended up sweaty and gross when the picture was taken. It hurts to look at the picture but the pain is better than the hallow in your chest you get when you try to ignore it. You're not sure what that says about you. You slipped the picture into your pocket and feel it burning a hole into your thigh.

D.) Fall. The world was on fire. The five of you curled around the fire Sapnap had built. Karl fell asleep with his head in your lap and he was the most beautiful thing you had seen in your whole life. You stayed frozen, scared that any movement would frighten Karl both awake. . You should hate your own face. All of their faces. But you can’t. You’ve run out of tears, run out of emotions. Their faces are worn slightly where you’ve drawn your thumb over them. You tuck the picture into your pocket.

#Remember when I made that post about the dtqk picture being cannon??#golden feather grief #wellllllllll #exam au #/smile #I worked really hard on this so please enjoy #dtqk #c!dtqk #c!dream #c!george #c!gnf #c!sapnap #c!karl #c!quackity #quackblr

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the-good-projxct · 2 months ago

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July,3rd, 2024

7:47pm what a lovely time eh? 7.47, it's just aesthetically cute. Anyway, I am listening to Kygo and Miguel’s remind me to forget.. This song used to make me cry HOT tears. LMAO. Now I kinda dance to it. I am so umm chaotic. I wanna be in my Whitney era minus the drugs and premature death. Like, she really lived her life. I wanna receive an award and say you gotta lay low. Like I want the Nobel peace prize for the Gøod projxct. LMAO, I truly feel like I deserve it. This projxct has put me through it. Creative PEI…hmm. Abi, lemme say nuttin. But God knows wagwan. This is a Gøod projxct not a petty projxct, we thank God cuz otherwise…..I WOULD BE. Ahem. About the Nobel Peace prize, you know the guy genociding Eritreans has a Nobel Peace Prize. So like if he can have one, then my dreams are valid. I honestly just want to win it and do a speech in AAVE, Sheng and KiMeru. And quote Whitney. Just be Blackity Black pon Black with a side dish of nigga pon that podium. Cuz the world deserves it. I have so much energy today. Honestly, it’s just been a Gøod day. I feel like when I get serious tings done at a slow pace my mood just boosts. I had a slow AF morning because mandem could not sleep until like 3am. I went to bed at 10pm, didn’t sleep till 3am. That is 7 hrs in bed without sleep. Ya know how crazy that is?!?!? And if I tell a dr, they might put me on sleeping pills but I’m an addict. I will Love that shit. And the ting is, once I fall asleep, I sleep for 7-10 hrs. So the later I sleep, the later I wake up. It is chaotic. Four Five Seconds by Rihana and Yeezy just came on. This is a mood too. I wish more places played a perfect playlist for me. Like my 34th B’Earthday party. That playlist was BANANAS. That party had an insane vibe. Like hot men, hot babes, super Queer. So much weed. That smoke room was PACKED at some point. Making out in there on my day. Weuh. But all in all, the playlist which I curated was epic. Dancehall, Afrobeat, old skool hip hop. I mean, I had it alllll down to a T. Plus my mom catered. Yo. I don’t throw parties often but when I do, it is perfection. I also think I am in a Gøod mood because I have more structure. But also, Munene reminded me in a rough way, to be where my feet are. Like how is manz gonna use me against me? LMAO, I Love him. He is totally a need in my life. LMAO, I am afraid to admit it because I been a real BADMAN for soo long that I cyannottt imagine needing a nigga. But I want and I need him. And that reality is freaking me the hell out. I Love Niggas because when Niggas put their mind to it, shit be incredible. whiteness is constant mediocrity. All facts and I am saying this with my chest. Feelin’ myself is playing and what a mood. I am feelin’ myself. Anyway after talking to the King of Salone, I had dreams about him. Trippy ones too. Days like today, I remember that I am my favorite person on this planet. Like, I am so grateful the Creator chose me to be exactly how I am in this exact timeline because LAWD. What a time/vibe it is to be alive. I am a brown skin ting with brown eyes, brown hair, big yiddies and a fattie behind. I am East African with a matching forehead. I am smart, funny, witty, wholesome and chaotic. I am LOVE and I am LOVED. I am babygworl and the baddest man that ever did Live all in the same breath. Don’t play with me. I did not come to play in this lifetime, I came to slay and I came to play. I am literally the definition of what waist? If it wasn;t for my waist beads yall wouldnt be able to identify my waist line. Mscchheewww…half of yall never deserved my presence and you know it too. LMAO, lemme chill. Everyone deserves a likkle bit of King Kxndi. Anyway, DMX's ruff ryders anthem just played and this is my cue to go. 11 yr old me LOVED this song, I wanted to be tatted up like Eve. See me now.

Anyway, lemme go enjoy this chune and reminisce on DMX. Life is SOOOOOOO Gøod. I am Gøod. Magik is Gøod. Accountability is Gøod. Self Love is Gøod. Art is Gøod.

Ase. Ase. Ase.

#july 2024

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scented-morker · 2 years ago

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Txt when you wear their clothes

Fluff, Gn Reader, most can be read as bff or dating, about 100-150 words each, not proofread 😁

Soobin

No bc man is literally a giant— everyone knows it

So even if you are a tall icon it’s probably going to be too big on you

In the case that you are like 6’1 like him I think he’d love to see you in his sweats

Like even if you have to roll them at the waist a little he just loves the domestic-ness of sharing clothes with you

He’s definitely tried to snatch one of your button ups or something and then felt very embarrassed when you walked in one him modeling it in the mirror 😳

And if you’re not a giant he still loves it— seeing the legs drag behind your little sock clad feet while you walk up to him and ask for a hug

😔😔 he explodes on the spot, please marry him

Yeonjun

He’s literally obsessed with you, and seeing you in his clothes makes it so much worse

Will hold you in his arms, looking you up and down repeatedly and talking about how good you look

Definitely the type to say how much better his clothes look on you than himself

He’s so charming 😔

Anytime you want affection just slide on any article of his clothing and it’s just immediate 🥺 “Baby you look so cute” 🥺

literally GIGGLES

Tackles you with no warning, playing with the clothes like he’s never seen them before when he literally wore them last week

“Do you just want to keep it?”

Beomgyu

Has been waiting for you to put his clothes on since the two of you started dating but you’ve always been worried he’d think it’s weird

Thank goodness kai spilled milkshake on your shirt, otherwise beomgyu might have bursted

But then he saw you in his clothes and his heart palpitated

He was sitting on the couch with the rest of the boys, waiting for you to come out of his room

When you join them he just smiles, trying to hide his heart eyes

But as soon as you sit down next to him he’s dragging you into his lap, babbling non stop about how good you look

Don’t even try to speak because he’s going to shush you, and his members

“Shut up, can’t you see I’m telling yn how cute they look😒”

Taehyun

No bc he wasn’t supposed to know 😠

You were perfectly fine with just wearing his clothes when he wasn’t there, but then one day you fell asleep in his shirt and he came home and saw you in it

Acts nonchalant about it when you wake up, but definitely thought it was adorable

He offers to buy you the same one so you always have it, but you obviously say no.

(No new shirt from the store is gonna have his smell on it)

So instead he just sends it home with you that day with no comment

Might slip it in your bag or shove it in your pocket when you hug him goodbye, but he refuses to comment on it, even if you notice

When you show up wearing it to your next date, his kiss hello is just a little longer than usual 😳

Huening Kai

Thinks it’s the cutest thing EVER

Literally saw you in his hoodie one time and now wants you to live exclusively in his clothes

Like don’t ever go to him for outfit advice because he’ll go to his closet instead of yours and be like “hmm what about this?”

“I was planning on wearing my own clothes.”

“No.”

Will give you full on outfits to try on before he wears them out

Will snap a billion pictures of you in his clothes

His lock screen is a picture of you channeling Adam Sandler as you swim in your boyfriend’s shorts and tee shirt 🫶

#posting again?? I’m so good #txt drabbles #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt oneshots #soobin fluff #yeonjun fluff #beomgyu fluff #taehyun fluff #huening kai fluff #huening kai scenarios #taehyun scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #soobin scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #txt fluff

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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Maybe you caring for the chain? Like doing small things like helping tend to their wounds or brushing their hair. Love the blog btw!

Masterlist

A little TLC?

A little Fluff?

That's my JAM! You got it hun!

It's gonna be in bullet point list because I can.

Content under the cut!

Time

Can you imagine this guy?

It's late at night and you wake up unexpectantly.

It was supposed to be your shift but it's way past that

It's even past the shift after yours

Time is still by the fire pit

Awake

You get up

You walk over to him

Place a hand on his shoulder

He looks up at you, tired as hell

He knows he's been caught.

"It's past your bed time Old Man"

"I just wanted to give everyone a little break."

And like?!

You push him aside gently and he lets you sit next to him.

You pull him towards you and you place his head on your lap

"What am I going to do with you?"

"It's not your job to take care of me."

"Someone has to. Malon will have our heads if you come back home any less than how you left."

You start running your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes in bliss.

It's quiet and neither of you say anything.

Time quickly falls asleep from your touch and you stay up to take your watch.

You take the next watch after as well.

Soon enough the sun rises.

And you let Time sleep in.

Twilight

What about Twilight?

Twilight was mid battle, fighting multiple bokoblins at once.

At some point he had lost his sword.

This boy hunkers down and starts swinging.

It's a one on five boxing match.

Twilight, to say the least, is not unharmed by the end of it.

You notice that he's not stable on his feet and has a few bloodied patches on his clothes, not to mention the (hopefully) small cut on his forehead.

It's more blood than you'd like to see.

You're quick to help and let him lean into your side.

You bring to the side of the fire, quickly taking out your personal med pack and begin to clean his face.

He's not seeing straight so he starts to speak nonsense.

"Twilight honey, please, don't." You try not to laugh.

"Have you seen them though?"

He's talking about you.

"They're so amazing. Did you know that? They're so cool. They know so much about history and animals and plants."

"Twilight please, I can't reach the cut. I need to disinfect it."

"And animals and Epona and Epona likes them so much. I want to show them my home and my family. Colin would love them. And I think they and Illia would be best friends."

You're blushing but it's soft and you're smiling because Twilight is smiling and he looks so happy at the thought.

You wave away Hyrule when he comes to check on The Rancher, letting him know that you've got it covered.

It's sweet.

Wild

His is a little more obvious

"Wild, what on earth?"

He comes back from an afternoon adventure.

He's absolutely filthy.

There's at least three sticks in his hair.

At least those are the ones that you can count because they're sticking out.

Multiple leaves.

You think you see something move.

"What?"

He doesn't care.

You sigh and stalk up to him.

You grab his arm.

"You're my prisoner now"

Wild tries to fight you but you're determined.

You sit him and take out a brush, taking his pony tail down.

It's a long battle.

But after at least thirty minutes of fighting the branches and leaves and what might have been a tiny mouse like creature.

The mouse thingy just ran away.

You're trying to be as gentle as you can but Wild has a hard time sitting still.

Some leaves leave easier than others and there were actually seven separate branches in his hair that you take out one by one.

But when you get past the battle and clear the foliage, Wild relaxes.

Soon you're only brushing his hair.

He needs to wash it.

But you're not anywhere near any body of water so it'll have to wait.

Wild hums every time you pass the brush pleasantly through his hair.

Within moments his hair is soft and tangle free.

You look around him to look at his face.

He's calm and blissful.

You smile and go back to brushing his hair.

It's a calm afternoon from then on out.

Warrior

Warrior isn't one to accept TLC in public but-

It's after a battle.

And you look over to Warrior who's taking off his armor at a painstakingly slow pace.

It takes him a while.

He grimaces in pain and begins to rub his neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip and sigh.

You make your way over to him.

"Need a hand, soldier boy?"

"What?"

He's confused.

"If you got pain, I can help with that."

You don't want to make it a big deal or weird.

"How?"

"I want your permission first. I'd have to touch you."

"Sure. Why not? Do it."

You nod and get behind him.

Soon enough you start kneading his shoulders and lower neck.

He grunts at the pressure you put on it but otherwise lets you continue.

He's stiff as a brick.

So you're there for a while.

But when you get tired or when he's better off than how you started (whichever comes first) you let him go.

He rubs absentmindedly where your hands just were and smiles in relief.

"Thanks."

You grin.

"Any time."

Sky

Now Sky is a bit different

He's not shy about TLC

He's frequently the one to take care of the others

You however notice something off one day

His hand was always in a fist and you pulled him aside.

"You ok? What happened?"

Sky sighs, and opens up his palm

A large cut down the middle

It cut through his leather and gloves and was bleeding through the cloth Sky was holding.

You gasp and begin to help him out then and there.

"How did this happen?"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"It's your hand!" You take off the gloves as gently as you can and bring out your med pack. "You kind of need that."

You sit him down and clean it off.

He's quiet as you work, watching you tend to his wound.

He flinches slightly at the disinfectant and hisses.

You begin to wrap his hand with a clean bandage.

You're meticulous in wrapping it up completely.

It's slow and you're losing progress in travel time but neither of you care.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to. You can't stop me."

"I'm pretty I could if I did."

"Yeah, probably."

More silence.

You take moment to study your work and gently turn his hand over.

You give it back to him.

"How did you even manage that? You're usually so much better at this."

"It's... embarrassing..."

"Do I even want to know?"

"...No... Thank you... For helping."

"Of course."

Legend

"Legend, sweetheart, what are you doing?"

He's the kind to avoid public soft and gentle actions

Even if he's the kind to desperately want them

He'll push people away and fail to satisfy himself by yearning from a distance.

One day, you have enough.

He's trying to sit next to you and he's fidgeting, internally fighting himself over something but it's too close to you to not notice.

You sigh and pull him close to you, wrapping both of your arms around him even as he tries to fight you off.

He's trying to struggle out of it but you just snuggle into his shoulder.

He doesn't fight you for long.

Legend borderline melts into your embrace and he hugs your arm in return.

"You've got a weird sense of pride, you know that?"

You start to run your hands through his hair.

Legend scoffs

"You're the one being weird."

"Mh-hm."

"You are."

"Just say you want a hug."

"....No."

"Well I guess I have to hug you more often then."

"........No."

"Yes."

"Ok."

Hyrule

Now, you're pretty sure that The Traveler's love language is touch, so he's not shy about keeping his hands to himself.

There's always a hand on your shoulder, a comfortable hug when your sad, gentle fingers to wipe away your tears and he's doesn't mind when one (or three) members fall asleep on him.

"Oh my- Hyrule" You drop your defensive stance from being startled and stare at him.

He's bleeding from at least three different areas.

"Hyrule, sugar, sit down!" You rush over to him and help him get into a sturdy position.

You're quick to pull out a potion and help him drink it.

His hand makes its way onto your shoulder as he settles himself down.

You push his hair out of his face with frantic but gentle fingers.

"Hellllllloooo." Hyrule attempts to smile but his head swoops to the side, too heavy for him to keep it up.

"Oh, what happened?" You push up his sleeve and begin to treat the nasty scrape on his forearm.

You know the potion will eventually take care of the injuries

But you're impatient.

"I... Got caught up in a cave."

"Why did you go alone?" You stress as you begin to clean the blood off.

"...Couldn't find Wild."

"Oh my goodness, take me with you next time." You nearly shake him. "Don't go alone."

Hyrule nods and sighs in relief, as the potion begin to effect.

"That sounds like fun."

"Can you not get hurt, for just like... five minutes..."

"I can't make that promise."

"Promise me, you'll at least tell someone that you'll be going somewhere."

"I can do that."

Wind

Wind is down for anything.

He's not afraid of any sort of TLC.

You're sitting next to each other one day for dinner

You both eat until you're full and lean up against each other.

The warmth of the fire heats both of you like a comfortable blanket.

Wind leans up against you and sighs.

You smile and wrap one of your arms around him.

Wind then snuggles closer and hums happily.

You set your plate aside and begin running your fingers through his hair.

Within moments Wind starts to fall asleep against you and he lets himself fall even more against you.

"Sleep hon, I got you."

" 'mkay." Wind adjusts himself one more time and lets his breath even out.

You let him sleep against you for a while until you also decided to hit the hay.

One of the others sets up his bed roll and you pick up Wind.

You begin to make your way over and set him down but your resident pirate holds onto your arm

"-Don't." Wind whines.

You hide your snickers and try to get him to let you go.

He doesn't.

Welp...

You bite the bullet and ask Hyrule to bring over your own bed roll.

With the help of some of the other boys, you get it set up as close as you can get it.

Adjusting your grip, you lay on your side and pull Wind close.

It's bedtime.

So you fall asleep next to him.

Four

Four is actually little more like Legend in terms of initiating contact than he cares to admit.

He's not going to push anyone away if they come to him.

Even if he wants something as simple as a hug, he won't be the one to go and hug someone.

Someone will have to hug him.

But this boy yearns.

And he's bad at hiding it.

You take it upon yourself when he's being a little off to talk to him

Brush his hair

Hold his hand

Hold him close with your arm over his shoulders, a side hug when your both walking.

He lets you.

He leans in closer and tilts his head in your direction.

A silent request for pats.

If you've been playing with his hair for long enough, he'll let you braid it.

You take the time to keep it out of his eyes and occasionally put flowers in it when there's more down time.

Four won't say it but it's one of his favorite times

He wears his flower braids with pride

It's not something that he would do for himself but he wouldn't change it for the world.

It makes him feel special.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #call me out if none of ya'll like the pet names #I feel like I've gone a little off course for this ask

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staticscreenwriting · 3 years ago

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Where the heart is // B. B.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are getting a divorce because they are silly and both love the other so damn much. (Happy Ending!)

TW: Talk of divorce. Talk of potential pregnancy and babies.

A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

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Waking up from this nightmare How's your life, what's it like there? Is it all what you want it to be? Does it hurt when you think about me? And how broken my heart is

The apartment is deadly quiet as Bucky steps inside, only the rattling of his keys echoing through the halls that once seemed so warm and inviting are now but a cold reminder of what used to be.

People never really talk about these moments. The after. The wreckage. The ruins of what used to be. Sure there are movies and books and countless songs but they take the feeling and they wrap it up in beautiful words and prose and make something beautiful of it.

There’s nothing beautiful in the way Bucky feels as his feet drag him towards what used to be his bedroom, which is now hers. There’s nothing beautiful in the way he feels as his eyes wander over to the closed door behind which lays an empty room. One that is empty not because of choice but because of the shitty cards life has dealt both him and her.

There is nothing beautiful about the way he feels. Only sadness. Only hurt.

When he turns the corner and steps into the bedroom, his heart drops for a second. He hadn’t expected her to be here, not with how quiet the place is. But sure enough, there she is. Sitting on the fluffy comforter they bought together, legs tucked underneath herself. She said that comforter was the exact same shade of blue as his eyes. Now she doesn’t even lift her head to look at him, focusing only on the box resting on the bed before her.

“Hey uh — I didn’t expect to run into you.”

“ I live here. Sorry to disappoint.“

“ I know, that’s not what I meant. It’s just so quiet. “

She shrugs but still doesn’t look up. There’s so much resentment there, dripping from every word. He can’t fault her for it. Not even a little. If he was her, he’d hate himself too. Maybe this will make it easier for them. If she hates him, that’s a straight cut. Right? Hating is easy. It’s loving that’s hard.

“ It’s like that now. You here to get some of your stuff?” she asks, looking up at him for the first time. Her eyes are red and tired. Not like they were when he left, filled with tears and sorrow. Now they’re just infinitely sad and exhausted. Like all the life and all the warmth and all the passion that he fell so deeply in love with, has been sucked out of her. He hates knowing it’s partially his fault.

“ If that’s okay with you.”

“ sure. “

The movies and the poems and the books and the songs, they never talk about this. The after. The limbo. The “will you keep this or shall I take it?”

They don’t talk about the fact that you’re supposed to pack 5 years of relationship into a bunch of boxes and figure out what to do with it.

He quietly walks into the closet, as if making any noise would break whatever bubble is currently surrounding the two of them. Sometimes he wonders if things would be different had they been different people. Had they been able to express their feelings differently. Sometimes, in the most secret part of his heart, Bucky wishes there would’ve been screaming. Maybe screaming would’ve been helpful. Sure, it’s not the most eloquent way of communication but at least it is communication. But there was no screaming. Only silence. Only feelings swallowed up to never be spoken about. To suffocate them from the inside out.

Making as little noise as possible, Bucky grabs some of his clothes and stuffs them into the duffle bag Sam gave him. He had that look on his face, the pitiful one. The one that says “sorry, man”. There’s no reason to feel sorry for Bucky. This is his fault after all.

There’s a sound coming from behind him, and for a second he really believes it’s his mind playing tricks on him. But then he hears it again, louder this time, more clearly.

She’s laughing. Maybe not a full-on laugh but a chuckle. It’s been a while since he’s heard that sound.

“ What’s got you laughing like that ? “ Bucky asks as he turns back around only to be greeted by her smiling face. God how much he misses that smile.

She looks back down towards the box in front of her and the picture in her hand.

“ It’s uh — it’s a picture of the first time you stayed over. “

His legs carry him towards the bed as if they work on autopilot. As he sits down next to he can just about make out the scent of her shampoo. The one he bought for himself last week, not because he necessarily likes to use it. He bought it because he misses the scent. Because he misses her. And if he can keep her close like this, even for a small moment, he’ll buy an entire store's worth of shampoo.

Her fingers gently grip the picture so as to not rip or crumble it. He can’t hold back the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips as he recognizes the picture. It’s a slightly less gloomy version of him, in love and asleep. Curled up on her old tiny couch in her old tiny apartment with her dog Yoda sleeping soundly on his chest. He was so nervous to stay over at her place the first time he did. Nervous about so many different things but mostly about doing something to hurt her. Physically but also emotionally. To think that now his biggest fear came true, crushes his heart even further.

“ I miss Yoda. He was a good dog,” she says as she puts the photo back into the box. Truth be told, Bucky misses him too. He was grumpy and lazy and he didn’t ever really listen to them. But he was loyal and cuddly and all in all, he was the perfect dog for the two of them. And he had accepted Bucky into his and her life immediately. As if he knew that Bucky of all people needed nothing more than a chance to prove himself to be something other than a killer.

There are more pictures in the box, alongside other clutter that Bucky can’t quite make out. One of the other pictures he can see clearly, is one of the two of them on their first Halloween. The Halloween that Bucky didn’t want to dress up for. The one he promised himself he would spend curled up on his couch watching a scary movie and not open the door to anyone, Trick or Treaters or otherwise.

He ended up going out anyway. With her. FOR her. And it was one of the best nights of his life even if it meant he had to dress up like a skeleton.

“ What is all this? “ he asks though, by the way his heart starts beating faster, Bucky isn’t sure he even wants to know the answer to that question. “ You getting rid of our pictures? “

He doesn’t want it to sound so accusatory. They’re broken up. Separated. In the early process of a divorce. She has every right to get rid of their pictures. Get rid of him. Bury the memories. Just because he can’t let go doesn’t mean that she’s grieving in the same way.

“ No, “ she scoffs and pulls out a small scrap of paper, “ this is a memory box I started when we first got together. It’s things I didn’t know where to put but that I wanted to hold on to. I had planned to give it to you for our 10 year anniversary but … well “

She doesn’t have to say it. He knows.

“ Then after the — seperation I put some other stuff in there. Memories.”

“ Can I see what else is in there? “ he asks “ since I won’t get to see it on our 10 year anniversary.”

Bucks isn’t quite sure why he adds that to the end of his sentence. It makes him sound spiteful and mean and he can tell, by the look on her face, that it hurts her. And he’s done enough of that in the past. Isn’t that exactly the reason they are here in the first place?

She considers it for a moment and Buck can only guess the different kinds of emotions running through her then. He feels them too. All of them. They are confusing and most of them are negative. She has no reason to let him see this, relish in sweet nostalgia with him as if everything is okay and they’re not getting a fucking divorce.

“ Sure, I guess. I — yeah.”

She scoots more to the middle of the bed, making more space for Bucky to sit down properly. He’s perched on the side that was his. The side he fell asleep on and woke up on so many times. And she was there next to him. Always there and warm and soft. And she’d smile at him through sleepy eyes and a hazy mind and she’d rival the sun. And then she’d gently comb her fingers through his hair and say good morning and he knew it would be — a good morning.

He hasn’t had a good morning since he left.

She moves the box to sit between them on the bed and motions for Bucky to start digging in.

There’s a pile of what he realizes are old movie tickets. It's something they used to do when they first started dating. Thursdays were movie days. But while everyone went to see the new blockbusters, the two of them would pick the movies that sounded the weirdest and they’d buy a big bucket of popcorn and blue raspberry slushies and just relish in the grandeur that is bad cinema. Most of the time they were the only ones at the cinema. Sometimes things got — R rated.

“ Why did we stop doing this? “ she asks as Bucky looks up from the tickets “ going to the movies I mean. It was always my favorite day of the week. “

He tries to remember. Tries to pinpoint the moment when life changed and their Thursdays weren’t their Thursdays anymore. He can’t. He comes up empty.

Sometimes life changes in little ways, ones you don’t realize at that moment and they don’t seem significant either. It’s a broken tradition. A missed movie night. It’s slow and creeping but at some point, you stop and look at your life now and it doesn’t resemble your life then anymore. Everything has changed and you didn’t even notice. Not for one single second.

“ I have — I have no idea. “ he has to confess.

“ Remember that movie with the killer florist ? “ she asks and her voice is laced with laughter. Something sparks up in his heart. A tiny flicker of something he’s missed. Something he hasn’t felt in a while. He can’t help but laugh along.

“ I do! Or the one where the woman fell in love with the Koi in her neighbor's pond? ”

“ Oh god! That was terrible. “

“ It was.”

She looks wistful for a moment as if her thoughts wander off to some long-forgotten memory.

“ What are you thinking about? “

He never usually had to ask her. He’d either know or she’d tell him on her own accord. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between them. One he wants to break down or climb over so badly. But does she want him there? After everything?

“ The day we saw that movie was the first time you said I love you. “

It’s true. Now that she mentions it he remembers it so clearly. It’s like he’s suddenly faced with a scene from a movie he’s forgotten about a long time ago but once someone mentions it, he remembers it in great detail. Knows every word. Every line.

“ I still don’t quite know what it was about that moment that made you say it but — “ she trails off, a smile playing on her lips.

Bucky knows. It wasn’t a groundbreaking realization back then. He’d been feeling it for months. Fell deeper in love with her with every glance, every smile, every silly movie he got to watch with her. They went to some dingy diner after the movie to grab a burger and some fries. The leather seats were old and the filling was spilling out, the air smelled of grease and air freshener, and the laminated menu cards were sticky with undefinable stains. All things considered, it should’ve been a bad date. It wasn’t though. Nothing was ever bad with her. She smiled. All she did was smile and hum along to some song Bucky didn’t know as it spilled from the jukebox. And it occurred to him then, that there was no need for a big gesture or a special moment. Every moment with her was special. Life couldn’t get any better than this. Existing was enough if only she was there.

“ Nothing. “

“ Hm? “

“ There was nothing special about that moment. I just realized that I would be okay with anything if only you are there. You — that’s all I need in life. “

She looks at him then and for a second he thinks that maybe she’ll kiss him. Tell him that they are making a mistake and ask him to come back. Tell him that she doesn’t blame him. That she forgives him. That she wants him anyway. Despite — everything. She doesn’t though. Just sighs and pulls another picture from the box.

It’s a picture of the two of them cuddled up on the couch with a tiny white ball of fluff resting on her chest.

“ Our first picture with Alpine. “

“ That was taken on the day we found him. Look, you can clearly see the scratches on my face from crawling around the dumpsters to rescue him. “ Bucky points out.

He had never thought of himself as a cat person. Really he wasn’t so much an anything-person anymore, after Hydra. But somehow that little cat had wormed his way into his heart and refused to leave.

“ Was worth it though! “

Bucky nods his head in agreement “ it was. “

“ You should — you should take him. He’s really more your cat than mine.”

“ He’s our cat.” he points out.

“ Bucky there won’t be an ours anymore. Soon.”

It breaks his heart. Over and over again. He just got used to being himself. The version he was when he was with her. How is he gonna deal with doing it all over again? He doesn’t want to be a version of himself after her.

“ I don’t have a place yet and Sam’s allergic. “

“ He can stay here until then, of course. I love him. “

There’s a lot of love there that’s being given up on, Bucky realizes. And he hates every part of it.

“ Shit, remember this? “ she chimes up again as her hand holds onto a thin receipt, the black ink bleached away and thinned out from years of being stuck in a box. From years of memories fading.

“ Is that from the —”

“ The tattoo place, yeah. “

The patch of skin on the inside of his arm grows hot as if he is suddenly aware of what is there. Something long forgotten. A small letter forever etched into his skin in black ink like the way she’s forever etched into his heart. Always there. Forever. Just like the delicate lines that write his own name onto her collar bone. James. Not Bucky. Not Winter Soldier. James.

“ Oh god, I can’t believe you kept these,” Buck exclaims as he picks a pair of bright blue knitted socks from the box. They’re made from scratchy wool and there are a million and one holes in them. It’s so her. So quintessentially her. To keep them. With their holes and their scratchy wool and all. Even if they’re a mess. Even if they’re broken. She holds onto things no matter how bad. No matter how lost and sad and broken and useless. She holds on tight and doesn’t let go. Unless you make her. Unless you force her to. Unless you break her heart.

“ Umm … you made them for me. Like you literally learned how to knit to make me a pair of socks to keep my feet warm. That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, Buck. Of course, I kept them. “

Bucky bashfully shrugs his shoulders, a tint of red dusting his cheeks. “ I’m glad you liked them. Even if they’re scratchy. “

“ I like you and Alpine and you guys are the scratchiest,” she points out. She’s not wrong.

“ Was I a good boyfriend? “ Bucky asks and while in the grand scheme of things it really doesn’t matter, he wants to know anyway. Wants to know he did something right.

“ You were the best boyfriend. “

“ I’m sorry I was a shit husband. “

She stays quiet for a moment and with every second that passes by he breaks more and more. He wonders how much of him is left at this point. How much there’s still to lose. Then again, what does it matter? He lost her and that’s all that really matters.

“ You weren’t a shit husband, Bucky. “

It’s like the world suddenly moves in slow motion as they both grab the 2 things left in the box.

Bucky holds onto the blue velvet box knowing exactly what’s inside. The last time he held it, got on his knees in front of her, put the ring on her finger, that was one of the best days of his life. A sign that the Winter Soldier was his past and that he could finally truly move on. They were younger, in love. Happy. Now he hardly remembers what happiness feels like.

“ I was so nervous to give this to you. Not because I thought you’d say no or anything. I just — I just wanted to be enough. The ring and the proposal and — me. “

“ You were always enough. “ she says and he can hear the tears in her voice. It’s thick and heavy and he knows that if he looks at her now, there will be tears in her eyes too.

But he doesn’t look at her then. His eyes fall onto the piece of fabric in her hands. It’s so small. Soft peached colored with a little bunny embroidered on the front. It’s tiny and cute and it belongs to no one. It’s tiny and it should’ve been theirs. But it isn’t.

“ No, I wasn’t. He says and shakes his head. You deserve more than I can give you. “

She throws the baby romper back into the box and gets off the bed as if someone has set it on fire.

“ What’s wrong? “ he asks as if he doesn’t know. Everything. Everything about this situation is wrong. They’re supposed to make love on this bed, not cry over memories long gone. Push away thoughts of their looming divorce.

“ I don’t know, Bucky. Maybe you can tell me. “ She calls out to him as she pulls the rest of his shirts from the closet and throws them into the bedroom. Colors of fabric flying through the air like wings of a bird flapping through the winds. Some of them she lops at him, passion and anger and wrath and sadness filling her eyes. “ Maybe you can tell me why the fuck we’re doing this. Why we’re putting ourselves through all this pain and suffering and this bullshit divorce. Maybe you can tell me why you left me to have a fucking breakdown every time I walk into my closet and see this goddamn dress, “ she cries while holding up the hanger over which her beautiful white wedding dress is draped. God, she looked so beautiful that day. Like a goddess. Like an angel. Like his redemption.

“ We were happy. We were trying to have a family. And then what — it doesn’t work and you leave? You just gave up. “

“ I didn’t give up. “

“ Yes, you fucking did! You gave up and you served me divorce papers and you didn’t even give me a fucking choice. “

“ You agreed! “

“ Because I love you and if you don’t want to be with me, then I am not keeping you. I love you enough to let you be happy even if it’s without me.”

Those words send a shock through his heart. Like an icicle. Cold and sharp and unforgiving.

“ You think I don’t love you? You think YOU are the reason?,” Bucky questions before grabbing the romper from the box and holding it up “ this is the reason. This is my fault and mine alone. It’s my fault that this belongs to no one. It’s my fault that there’s an empty room in this apartment that you can’t walk into because it hurts you too much to see it empty. You deserve to be a mother and clearly, I can’t give that to you. That’s the burden I carry but it’s not one that should be put on you. I can’t give you this but you deserve it and you should have it. So this is me letting you go so you can find someone that can give you a baby. Someone who isn’t broken. Someone who doesn't have a body that doesn’t work anymore. Not in the way it should. “

“ James, “ her words a but a whisper as his name tumbles from her lips and she lets her wedding dress fall to the floor to sit next to him and hold his face in between her hands. “ That wasn’t your fault and you are not broken. I want a family, yes. I want a child. But with you. I want a family with you and it doesn’t matter if it’s my blood or not. It’s our family whichever way we decide to do this. And if we — if we stay just us and Alpine that’s fine too. I just want you and whatever else we decide on. Together. I love you, James. I love you and I miss you and I don’t want a baby if it’s not with you. A family means nothing if it doesn’t include you. Whatever the consequences of the serum are, they are not your fault. You are not broken, James. You are you. You’re a hero. A husband. And maybe one day a father but above all, you are James Buchanan Barnes, a survivor and you are not broken. “

He knows he should be saying so many things right then but all his thoughts get tangled up and won't find the way to his lips.

Instead, he says the only other thing he can think about right then.

“ You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. “

She laughs through the flood of tears that leak from her eyes and trail down her face.

“ I mean you always look beautiful but that day. My god. I honestly couldn’t believe you said yes to me — of all people. 106 year old me. Wouldn’t believe it until the moment you walked down the aisle. Then I knew that this was really the start of my new life. Of my forever. “

“ I miss you Bucky. “

“ I miss you too. “

“ I don’t want to divorce you. I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband.”

“ Even without the babies? “

“ Yes, “ she nods and brushes her fingers through his short hair. “ You are my family James and you are enough for me. Always”

“ I love you. “ he says because really, it’s the only thing he can think of. The thing he wants most. The only thing that matters.

Without another word, he pulls the ring from the box and delicately slips it back onto her finger. Where it belongs. Where it always belonged.

“ I’m sorry I was ever this stupid. I should’ve just talked to you “

“ Yeah you should have but right now can you — can you just kiss me? “

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He kisses her once, then twice, then once again. It’s been a long long time since the last time he’s kissed her. Too long. Way too long.

He’s not gonna stop anytime soon. Never again. Never ever again.

“ Hey, “ he says “ how about you slip into your wedding dress I think for all my stupid decisions I owe you a dance. “

“ I think you might be right. “

And she’s smiling, so bright and radiant. Like the sun. Like all the stars. Like his own personal light in the darkness.

“ Don’t expect too much though. I just cried, my hair is a mess — I won’t look the way you remember me looking in this dress. “

“ You’ll look gorgeous.”

And he’s right. She looks breathtaking. She looks like a wonderful, wonderful dream. Like love captured in a person. Like a second chance. Like his home.

There are a lot of thoughts racing through Bucky’s mind as he pulls her close and they sway to the melodic tunes of their wedding song as it sounds from the speakers of her cellphone. But above all there’s love. And the knowledge that he is enough. That they are enough. Their tiny little family. Perfect and not broken or missing anything. It’s good as it is.

They don’t have to think about who gets to keep the decorative throw pillows, the records they used to collect together, the plates that were a wedding gift, the cat. Because it’s theirs. Together. Shared.

And forever.

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xxjewellynwatts · 3 years ago

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— ☆彡 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 彡☆—

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝: 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒷𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾ℯ𝓈

✯༄

Neither of you wanted to let go of the other. But you suddenly remembered something Five had mentioned. You parted away and suddenly took him by the shoulders as you said with wide eyes:

'Wait, did you just mention an apocalypse?' you asked.

For a brief moment, as he held you, he had forgotten about it all. For the first time in decades, he had forgotten what had been his obsession: save the world from the apocalypse.

'Oh, yeah' he said bluntly.

You starred at him, questioning him with your wide eyes.

'Care to elaborate?' you asked sarcastically.

At the use of that word, he made a funny face.

'Don't say that. But yeah I jumped too far, and I found my entire family dead. I never found you and figured you were gone like everyone else.'

You felt a sting of sadness as you realized how lonely he must have been there.

'I'm sorry you had to go through this' you said with a soft voice.

'And I'm sorry you had to go through this' he said bitterly as he vaguely gestured towards everything around you.

'So... when does the world end?' you asked after a moment.

— ☽ —

Luther and Diego finally arrived on the floor where you two were. You seemed both deeply asleep and... drunk, even though that was only true for one of you two.

'Are they...?' started Luther.

'Drunk as a skunk' smiled Diego.

Luther took Five and Diego took you. They got out of the library under the curious glances of readers and people passing by.

It was by then night.

'Well we can't go back to the house' said Luther. 'It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment.

- My place is closer, no one will look for him there' said Diego.

'What about her?' said Luther as he glanced towards you.

'She might know something about them if she was with him. She stays with us for now' decided Diego.

Inside, Five had briefly explained to you what was going to happen and when. He told you about the eyeball and how lost he felt. You still reprimanded him for drinking so much and he thought you sounded like Delores very much.

'Wait' you suddenly said.

The ground beneath your feet had barely trembled.

'I think someone is moving us' you said as you looked around you. 'We have to wake up' you explained.

You grabbed him by the arm, as usual, and you both stood over the giant gap, or fall as you'd call it.

'This time around, you're not pushing me' said Five.

'I'm sorry about last time' you apologized. 'But I have to push you, otherwise it doesn't work. When you wake up from a dream, you wake up because you fell unexpectedly, not because you decided to jump.'

He didn't admit it but you made a point. He starred at you before standing in front of you, back to the fall.

'Oh and by the way' you added. 'Please don't tell your siblings about any of this.

- Why not?

- Because I didn't feel like explaining it to them so I kind of lied...

- Wait, you saw them?

- Yes. There's been an attack, at the house. A big man and a woman in suits and masks came.

- Shit... Hazel and Cha-Cha.

- Yeah, and I kind of froze his arm and they saw it and now they just think I can freeze stuff.

- Wait, you what? How did you do that?

- We really don't have the time right now' you quickly said.

'Don't you da-' he started but too late. You pushed him over. Again.

Five woke up dizzily. The effects of the alcohol had been gone while he was in your mind, probably thanks to you, but now he could feel it all... And it felt terrible. He burped as he realized he was in Luther's arms and still holding onto Delores. Diego was holding you but you weren't awake yet. What were you still doing there?

'If you vomit on me...' started Luther.

'You know what's funny?' ignored Five. 'I'm going through puberty' he scoffed. 'Twice. And I drank that whole bottle, didn't I? Well, that's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye' he vaguely gestured. 'Poof, it's gone... What are you guys talking about?'

'Two masked intruders attacked the academy last night' said Luther.

'Interesting choice of word' said Five. Intruders. Now that sounded much like you.

'They came looking for you' said Diego. 'So I need you to focus, what do they want?

- Hazel and Cha-Cha.

- Who? snapped Diego.

- You know I hate code names, added Luther.

- Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course.

- Best of what? insisted Luther.

- You know... Delores always hated when I drink. She said it made me surly-

- Hey! shouted Diego. I need you to focus. What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want? We just want to protect you.

- Protect...? glared drunkenly Five. I don't need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I've killed? No. I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen. The apocalypse is coming.'

He puked.

Once they arrived at Diego's place, Luther laid Five down on the bed and before Diego could decide where to put you, you suddenly woke up, slightly gasping for air. You immediately jumped out of Diego's arms as you looked around.

'You might want to slow down' said Diego.

'Hold it' you retorted. 'I'm not drunk'

'Then what were you doing there with him?'

'I stumbled upon him.

- You expect us to believe that? asked Luther.

- Uh, yeah?' you said.

You looked at Five and back at the siblings.

'I'll be at the house' you said as you quickly got out before any of them could hold you back.

Once you were back home, you spent hours in your mind, thinking about what Five had told you. Sure, you didn’t like the real world very much but you didn’t want it to end either. There had to be a way to prevent the tragedy.

You spent hours inside, weighing down all the possibilities, thinking about the probability of each event your imagination displayed for you and that could happen in the real world. You had to know how to react, it was the most important thing. And you had to be prepared for all eventualities.

The next day, you went outside around the city to train more. What you had achieved when you froze Hazel's arm was incredible, but it had also deprived you of any energy and made you exhausted. Your body has to hold the consequences of such powers, your mind was capable of great things, you just had to push yourself a little bit more. As you walked around, you tried to find the equilibrium between both worlds you had found during the fight. You had to be able to live simultaneously in both the real and your world. You took in everything around you and replicated it in your mind every minute, every second, every millisecond. For years you had been afraid to use this part of your power because you had paid the cost of it. But now you knew what was coming up, you had to master your mind. You had to be able to replicate the real world exactly without trapping yourself in your own perfect copy.

Something suddenly prevented you from focusing though. You saw the bus stopping and someone with bloody hands, a briefcase and a veteran tattoo come down. You were at the end of the road but could've sworn this was Klaus. He suddenly ran towards the bench next to the bus stop and hammered the briefcase on it. Could it be the briefcase Five had mentioned to you when he told you about his work with the Handler?

He suddenly threw the briefcase away as he screamed. You ran towards the briefcase but it exploded before you could take it. Klaus dropped to the floor as he cried.

You crouched next to him and he didn't even wince. You stroked his arm very gently until he got up and you walked him home.

You gave him water and sat him on the couch as he gasped for air and cried.

'What happened?' you simply asked with a low voice.

He turned his head, slowly, to look at you.

'(y/n)...' he said. 'I remember you...'

If Klaus didn't seem so bad himself, you'd have bursted into tears right now. You couldn't believe he remembered your name. Like all the other Hargreeves, he had probably seen you twice at best.

He looked at you, and saw your eyes turn a bright red. He felt all tension from his body melt, and suddenly warmer, like he wasn't in the living room anymore and like he'd been put in a bed of silk. The sensation didn't last long, your eyes turned back their usual (y/e/c) color but he felt better.

'h- How did you do that...?' he started.

But you hushed him kindly, like a parent would to a beloved child. He slowly started telling you about what happened, but stayed vague. You didn't mind though, you were already glad he had opened up to you. He saw how you could relate to the sadness and despair and loneliness he felt.

After that, you convinced him to go clean himself up and like an obedient child, he went upstairs as you sighed. Time travels really did more harm than good and you were starting to think so did living in your mind.

You went back to your room, proud you had provided some sense of comfort to Klaus using your powers. You could do good things with them, and that's something you never would have imagined before. You got back out of your room, and decided to go wait for Five somewhere in the house. You went upstairs and roamed the corridor slowly until you heard some noise from one of the rooms.

You followed the sound and saw Five writing on the walls with a chalk. You hadn't seen him since he was drunk and you had pushed him again over the gap before he could ask about your powers and weren't sure if he was still mad at you. You stood there, hesitantly as you read what he had written... it looked like a probability map.

'Okay, I think I've got something, Delores. It's tenuous but promising.'

You didn't hear Luther come up so he startled you when he walked past you and got inside the room.

'Who you talkin' to? What is all this?' he asked.

You felt the courage build up inside of you and followed him inside.

'It's a probability map' you said before Five could answer.

Five's head snapped, startled you were here. His brothers had told him you were home but he hadn't found you. He was worried but had to work on his equation. He was glad you were okay.

'Probability of what?' asked Luther.

'Of whose death could save the world' continued Five. 'I've narrowed it down to four.

- Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?

- No, I'm saying that their death might prevent it.

- Oh...'

You tried to hide your smile. He clearly didn't understand.

'I'm not following' whispered Luther to you.

'Time is fickle, Luther' said Five quickly. 'The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum'.

'The butterfly effect' you added.

He didn't say it but he was so glad someone else than Delores could understand.

'So all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the time line, wherever they may be, and kill them' summarized Five.

He got down from the bed to take a book and jotted down some notes in it.

'Milton Greene' read Luther on the wall. 'So who is he, a terrorist or something?'

'I believe he's a gardener' said Five without looking away from his book.

Luther winced.

'You can't be serious... Wait, this is madness, Five. You-'

Five took out a rifle from under his bed.

'Where'd you get that?' asked Luther.

'In Dad's room. I think he used it to shoot a rhinoceros. It's similar to the model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit and highly reliable.'

'But you can't- This guy is just an innocent man!

- It's basic math, explained Five. His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing, he'd be dead in four days anyway.'

He did make a point, you thought to yourself.

'The apocalypse won't spare anyone'

'We don't do this kind of thing!

- We are not doing anything. I am.'

'I can't let you go and kill innocent people, no matter how many lives you'll save.

- Well, good luck stopping me'.

Five turned around and looked at you.

'We need to talk' he simply said.

But before he could head out, Luther said:

'You're not going anywhere' said Luther.

'NO!' you shouted as you saw him take Delores and put her outside the window. You knew how much she meant to Five. Well... you didn't know, you had guessed she had been a huge part of his life during the apocalypse, just like the imaginary people who had been with you in your mind all these years.

Five immediately turned around, scared Luther had threatened you but saw Delores and immediately brought his gun up.

'Put... her... down...'

'Put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. I know she's important to you so don't make me do this. It's either her or the gun. You decide'.

You sighed, baffled at the lack of maturity between these two. Luther suddenly threw her over. Your eyes turned a bright red as you suspended Delores in the air from afar. You didn't need to do it for long though as Five quickly jumped to catch her but Luther saw what you did.

'I thought you could freeze people' he suspiciously said.

Five sat down on the bed as he starred at you too.

'I hate to say this but Luther makes a point. How can you do all these things? You didn't let me ask you this back inside' said Five.

'Inside? What is he talking about?' asked Luther.

Shit, you thought.

— ☽ —

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 | 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖...

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years ago

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kinktober - day three

kuroo tetsurou - aphrodisiacs

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: the accidental consumption of an aphrodisiac, kuroo with an undying need for U, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, begging other tags: scientist! kuroo!, me not knowing shit about science or working in a science lab or aphrodisiacs, me not knowing shit about anything, this isn’t realistic at all just look over it, can aphrodisiacs be inhaled? who knows, established relationship, cursing gender neutral reader

word count: 2050

Kuroo made a mistake.

He was careful, like he always is. He strictly follows the rules of his workspace because he knows it’s otherwise unsafe; working in a science lab can be dangerous.

He was only preparing a sample, something he’s done dozens of times. They had just started a new project on chemical aphrodisiac studies, something he wasn’t excited about, but it didn’t matter to him - he was just doing his job, even if he does think this experiment will be a bust. And maybe he shouldn’t have been holding the bottle this aphrodisiac was stored in and just left it to sit on the counter to avoid a mishap - then again, maybe it shouldn’t have been stored in a glass bottle in the first place.

So, really, it’s not his fault.

The phone across the room rang out of nowhere, and for some reason, it terrified him. He was jump scared by a telephone ringing, and the glass slipped out of his hand and onto the pristine counter top, shattering across the surface which was immediately covered in the crimson liquid.

The first thing Kuroo noticed was how sweet the substance smelled. He remembers one of his lab partners telling him, at the beginning of this study, about the claims of this fluid; apparently the pheromones inside are strong enough to send anyone into a sexual hunger like no other. Just one smell is enough to do the trick. That was the point of this study, to determine if it was true and if so, how true, but Kuroo wasn’t supposed to be the test subject.

It didn’t really matter, though. He laughed it off.

Aphrodisiac studies are all bullshit, anyway, and have always been a waste of time and money.

He left the room to tell his coworkers of the accident and to ensure the proper way to clean up his mess. But he didn’t think he’d be sent home immediately.

The wide eyes of his peers made him laugh - it’s not like he started a fire or ingested a poisonous substance. He only got one good whiff of the stuff, so he really didn’t think it was a big deal. But, to them, it was a huge deal, so he made his way home knowing that nothing would happen.

Aphrodisiacs are bullshit.

On his drive home, he decided he’d give you a call and tell you all about it - he needed someone to laugh at this situation with him.

Sure enough, you did. “Of course you’re the one who inhales the powerful aphrodisiac before the experiment even gets started.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can be clumsy, I get it. Just be ready for me to be ferociously horny when I get home, babe.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready,” you laughed. “I’ll be here in my bathrobe with a face mask on - you won’t be able to resist me.”

“Come on, you already know I think you’re sexy at all times of the day. Even first thing in the morning - hold on, it’s three pm and you’re already getting ready for bed?”

“It’s already been a long day!” you argued. “We can have a spa day when you get home.”

“That sounds nice - I’m down.”

The conversation took his mind off of his earlier mistake, and when he got home, he had completely forgotten about it. He had his spa day, the two of you had dinner, you fell asleep on his shoulder while watching a movie on the couch - it was a typical day, save for his early arrival home.

Nothing had changed, and Tetsurou noticed no side effects.

Until he woke up in the middle of the night.

There was this pressure in his head, a throbbing that wouldn’t go away. His heart was pounding and it was all he could hear. His arms felt tense, his entire body felt stiff, he was drenched in sweat.

And he was holding onto you tight - he must have pulled you against him in his sleep and locked his arms around you. He’s definitely never been one to cling to you while he sleeps, so it felt a little too close for comfort.

Then, suddenly, he felt like he had run into a brick wall. His blood was rushing, he felt dizzy for seemingly no reason, and that’s when it all started.

“Shit,” he cursed, pulling away from you and rolling onto his back. He didn’t feel good, and not touching you made him feel weak. “Oh, fuck.”

That’s when he remembered what happened today at work.

But there was no way that was the reason for this - aphrodisiacs are bullshit - this couldn’t be caused by inhaling that fake love drug.

He needed to calm down, to get out of his head. It was all a placebo effect, and if he can just calm down, he can go back to sleep and he’ll wake up fine.

“Tetsu?”

The sound of your voice made him jump, and the look of your cute tired face made everything worse.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he replied, already feeling guilty at the sound of your worried tone. “It’s nothing, babe, go back to sleep.”

You were already sitting up, though, and you had already turned the bedside lamp on.

“Are you alright?” And your hand was on his cheek before he could see it coming, before he could tell you not to worry. “You’re burning.”

“I feel like I am,” he said. Everything was hot and amplified and overwhelming, and the only thing that seemed to help was your touch - but at the same time, it was making it worse. “Fuck.”

“I’m going to go get you some water,” you said, but before your feet could hit the floor Tetsurou was pulling you back into bed.

“No, don’t - don’t leave.” It was like something was taking over him. He didn’t feel like himself, but he didn’t care. The thought of you going anywhere else was something he just couldn’t handle - even if it was in the next room, it was still too far away. “Come here.”

He pulled you closer and closer until your lips were on his, and just one kiss made him feel like he needed to completely devour you.

That was it. That’s what was wrong with him. He needed you - that was the problem.

“I need you,” he moaned, rolling on top of you. “Let me have you.”

“Tetsu, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Please,” he begged, whining into your neck. He didn’t realize how hard he was until he started grinding against your hip, and what was usually pleasurable friction was now nothing but painful teasing. “Fuck, it hurts, kitten. Please, I need you - make it stop, make me feel better.”

You’d never seen him like this. You’d never heard him whining or begging for you - you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on, even if it was the middle of the night.

“Do you still think aphrodisiacs are bullshit?” you asked him with a laugh, but it was like he couldn’t even hear you. He didn’t reply, didn’t laugh, didn’t stop moving his hips. All he could do was beg for you, and it made it obvious that you were going to have to take the reigns.

“Okay, Tetsurou,” you breathed, pushing him off of you so you could look at him. “Let’s get your shirt off, baby.”

You pulled his shirt off as he tugged his underwear down, all while his begging continued.

His entire body felt hot. You were sure he was running a fever and that this isn’t what he needed to be doing - he would probably benefit more from a cold shower - but you knew he wouldn’t listen to you if you told him that.

“Tetsu, are you sure you don’t need some water?”

“No,” he insisted. “I just need to fuck you. Need to be inside of you, need to cum in you - please, baby. You’re all I can think about - I just want you.”

If he says you’re the only thing he needs, then what else can you do but give yourself to him? You’re the only one who can help him through this, so you have to give him what he needs.

“Okay,” you replied, “fuck me, Tetsurou.”

That’s all he needed to hear - he felt like he was waiting years to hear that consent, and now that he knew you wanted him too, he had no patience left.

He pulled your underwear off and you’re sure you heard it ripping, but you didn’t even care. Neither did he. He couldn’t wait, if he waited even a second longer he would scream, but the moment he finally sunk into you he felt like doing just that.

“Oh, holy fuck, that’s tight,” he moaned; he was completely lost in you.

He was already close. He had been teetering the edge from the moment he woke up, he just didn’t realize it until there was something to push him over. It’s like he was just about to cum, after hours of being brought to the brink, but had no way of getting that release.

His hips moved as if he had no way of controlling them. It was hard, fast, and rough, and you found yourself loving it. You were basking in his unharbored need for you, needing him just as much, wanting him to go even further.

Tetsurou didn’t even last a minute, but it didn’t matter - he fucked you through it and didn’t stop. He hardly even felt it. Cumming didn’t take his pain or need for you away, it only amplified it.

But for the first time that night, it actually felt like he was there. He could control his movements; he could open his eyes and see what he was doing; he could take a deep breath without feeling his head spin.

His hips slowed down so he could wrap his arm underneath your leg, pulling your body into a new position that helped you feel as good as he did.

“Fuck, kitten,” he cursed, watching as his cock dipped in and out of you. “You’re all I need - you’re so good, too good. Taking my cock so well, being so good for me. No one else can make me feel like this - only you.”

“Tetsurou, fuck!”

“That’s it,” he said with a wide smirk, “scream for me, kitten. I want everyone to know who’s fucking you so well - come on, do it, scream my name.”

With how good he was making you feel it was impossible not to reward him with what he wanted, and you were so close to finishing that you didn’t care about any embarrassment moaning so loud would lead to.

The louder you were, the faster he pounded into you. Little time passed before you were milking his cock for everything he had, cumming so hard on him that he had no control over his own orgasm.

And it was everything he needed. He was seeing stars, floating through space, completely weightless, all because of you; you were everything he needed. He’d never felt so much relief.

“Fuck,” he cursed, “holy shit.”

You were catching your breath, while Kuroo felt like he was breathing for the first time in his life. Now, the only thing he needed was air in his lungs; he was exhausted and sensitive and, finally, back on earth.

“Are you okay?”

“I am now. Holy shit. Are you okay?”

You laughed, “Yeah, babe,” but he looked over your body just to be sure.

“What time even is it?” he asked. You shrugged. “I don’t know what came over me - I’ve never needed to fuck you that badly.”

“I liked it,” you told him. “Your begging was hot. You should bring some of that chemical aphrodisiac bullshit home, babe.”

“Oh, fuck off,” he scoffed as he was cleaning both of you up. “That is not the cause of this.”

“You just can’t stand to be wrong, can you?”

“I’m not wrong!” he insisted, but Kuroo knew he was lying through his teeth.

Aphrodisiacs are, in fact, not bullshit, but he’d never admit it - not even for the sake of science.

But, maybe, the two of you would have to do some more experimenting of your own.

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 4: in public

#kinktober 2020 #not family friendly #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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Hi I was wondering if I could request kuroo, suga, Bokuto, and oikawa ( sorry if that’s to much I don’t know you character limit ) finding their s/o outside the gym asleep waiting for them to finish practice

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Kuroo, Suga, Bokuto, and Oikawa find their s/o asleep outside the gym˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

this is so so cute i could not resist 🥺

genre: fluff

Kuroo

Kuroo probably informed you beforehand that practice was gonna run a little late due to nationals coming up, so he told you to go home without him. Though he could not resist your cute pout, he had to bid you farewell.

So, it totally caught him off guard to see your sleeping form outside the gym doors, the sunrise casting a beautiful, glowing shade over your body that gave you an ethereal look.

His initial reaction was to sigh, mumbling to himself of how pointless and dangerous it was to fall asleep, vulnerable to the world, let alone wait for him for who knows how long.

However, deeeeeep down he was practically screeching to the brim at how cute you looked. This dude’s a huge dork you cannot tell me otherwise, he would lowkey squeal and fangirl over you man.

Still, he would attempt to shake your shoulder slightly since Kenma took a beeline towards the station occupied by his games.

Nope, did not wake you up. No biggie. Next thing you know you are hoisted up into Kuroo’s strong arms, carrying you bridal style.

He has no shame carrying his princess around, as you snuggle up even closer to his warmth, Kuroo can’t help but have his signature sly smirk. Oooooh you will not hear the end of this once you wake up.

Sugawara

Is SUPER. DUPER. SWEEET ABOUT IT AAAAAA

When he finds you outside the gym, drool drippin down yah face, he had to well first off fend off loudmouths a.k.a Nishinoya and Tanaka and theeeeen he will admire your sleeping form.

Crouches down to your level and kind of just stares at your serene sleeping face in a not so creepy way and his face turns slightly red.

Of course he will wrap his black, volleyball jacket around you. Won’t even attempt to wake you up too.

He’ll carefully and soundlessly perch you on his back, giving you a piggyback ride. And did I mention he’s super sweet about it? He will quietly shush any of his teammates who exit the gym super rowdy (cough hinata cough noya COUGHHH TANA-)

Haha just imagine Suga carrying you on his back and his finger over his lips a gentle “ssh!” coming out awwh you luckyyy

Does not mind carrying you home, you need the rest! Of course he will let you rest up. Though, he does miss your after school bantering, having a nice conversation and just hearing your voice.

He will gush when you make any slight movement or noise and snuggle even closer into his neck.

“Haha, hope you’re having a nice nap there love”

Bokuto

He will be verrry frantic and most likely yell. A lot. Because it is Bokuto duh.

“AAAAH SHES?? SLEEPING? BUT SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?? AKAASHI LOOK WHAT DO I DOO?”

“Bokuto-san, please shut up first.”

Eventually he does quiet down, and he will just silently scream at your cute face. I’m surprised you’re not awake at this point.

“SHE’S SO CUTE, GUYS LOOK AT MY CUTE GIRLFRIEND!”

But when you stir slightly, Bokuto panics and for whatever reason throws himself onto you. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh with content, snuggling into his chest.

He phews, and it takes every fiber in his being to not sit there and fall asleep right next to you.

And by every fiber, I mean Akaashi reminding the third year that it is time to go home. So, unlike the two above he would shake you like there is no tomorrow, waking you up.

Let’s just say you were ignoring Bokuto the whole way home, with his dramatic wailing of course. No fret, the next time you two were alone you were long over it. But that doesn’t stop his cuddles and kisses of course :)

Oikawa

He lowkey would not notice you sleeping. Would probably look around and rest his hand underneath his pretty face and just ponder aloud “hmm where could (y/n)-chan be..?”

His questions are soon answered when Iwaizumi tosses a water bottle at Oikawa’s head

“She’s right at your feet crappy-kawa”

“AH! (Y/N)-CHAN!”

And there you were, in all your glory. Oikawa would immediately go by your side, and just gush of course.

Definitely would take out his phone and snap a few pics that he may or may not make his home-screen later on hehe.

I can see him like poking your cheek gently a few times and whispering his attempts to wake you up. If you don’t wake up he will either:

a) Smile softly and be willing to carry you home, a super sweet moment between you and the pretty setter.

b) A tick mark will appear on his forehead and he will violently poke your cheek scolding you to wake up because it is time to go home!

If (a) happens, then it’s all sunshines and rainbows. By the time he gets you to your place he earns himself a big bear hug and a super sweet kiss from a half asleep you.

But if (b) happens, oh boy all hell would break loose. You along with Iwaizumi would spat out meaningless insults at him while chasing him around the outside part of the gym, the team snickers in the background.

Eventually he is caught by Iwaizumi and uhh pray for him ;;;;;

It’s all good though, after you chill off you kiss each booboo Oikawa gets as he grumbles to himself.

a/n: school’s out for me! hope everyone’s healthy and happy. I’ve been thinking about it a lot as much as i love my followers I would love love to dm some and just yk talk hehe :) so don’t be afraid to hmu abt ANYTHING haha I watch hella anime and have other interests. I am not one to initiate tho so sorry ;;; anyways have a good one guys ily!

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