#his cute little stay-at-home femme

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 5/? (read part 4 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

warnings. it’s GROVELLING time !! sad charles, sad reader, swearing, everyone still kind of hates charles (as they should) angst but not quite as angsty as the last part

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. i hope this is enough suffering for you guys 😭 i’m weak tho so there’s a tinyyy bit of progress at the end 👀 i feel like this one’s a bit messy so i’m sorry about that?? it’s also kind of just setting up the next part but oh well 😭 anyways, LAST PART COMING UP NEXT ☹️ i’m gonna miss this series :’(

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N spotted at the same night club in Monaco 👀

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➜ part 6

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[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 6 - Nothing's wrong

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing specific, I don’t think? Bucky still being a dick. But what else is new?

I think you guys are going to find this satisfying hehehehe.

You marched back to the bar with your head held high, refusing to allow yourself to look over at Amber and Bucky and tie yourself up in knots any longer. You checked the time on your phone and placed it on the bar shelf behind you, almost closing. You’d finish up, then when you got home you’d think about if you really want to stay in this job.

“Gonna do last call, Tom, then I’ll cash out and if you could start cleaning up”.

“Got it, boss” he replied happily.

You smiled back. You absolutely weren’t his boss, but he was sweet.

You rang the bell for last call and announced it loudly to the bar. A few of the plant guys came rushing over to order their last beers. Tom handled that while you served a couple of other dawdlers.

A tall man in a baseball cap appeared suddenly, grinning as he brandished a $20 bill.

“For you,” he said softly. “For putting up with our annoying, drunk asses all night”.

You chuckled, accepting the tip as you looked at him properly. You’d seen him earlier with the other plant guys but not really paid much attention as your focus was on the obscene number of drinks his friends kept ordering.

He was…kinda cute. A scruff of almost reddish-brown hair under his cap. Big green eyes. A dusting of stubble across his chin and jaw. Not quite as big as Bucky, but broad and sturdy.

“Ah well thank-you so much...you guys kept me busy…and I got a bunch of tips, so I guess I can’t complain,” you told him cheerily as you folded the bill and put it in your pocket. “Plus, you’ve all been well behaved, despite how much you’ve knocked back”.

“Well…this bar has the most bouncers we’ve ever seen,” he joked, thumbing the air in the direction of the MC.

You laughed. “True…that does make my job a little easier”.

“I’m sure being super cute helps too,” he grinned as he leaned in. Then his face immediately crumpled. “Oh…my god. I’m sorry. So, so lame. It sounded so smooth in my head…”

You giggled shyly, charmed by his embarrassment. “No…no it was sweet. Thanks…”

You felt yourself blushing a little, heat rushing to your cheeks as you were caught off guard by this interaction. Your previous anger melting away. You felt lighter suddenly.

“I’m Peter. Peter Quill. Hey”.

You beamed back and offered your own name as you shook the hand he’d extended to you.

You both looked at one another for a moment, your smile stretching as you allowed yourself to bathe in his attention.

“It’s last call man, you orderin’?” came a surly voice from behind Peter.

Bucky suddenly had appeared at the bar, his eyes flitting between you both.

“Uh…no, I’m good for tonight, thanks. Was just tipping your very helpful bartender before I head out”.

You smiled back at him, ignoring the heat of Bucky’s gaze on you.

“Yes…thank-you. Very much appreciated, Peter,” you responded.

You both turned to look at Bucky who seems to blanch as you use Peter’s name, but he makes no effort to move. He looked…pissed off? Riled up? His fists were clenched at his sides, his mouth a thin straight line. You weren’t sure why he was suddenly hanging around here like a bad smell, especially as he had been indisposed all evening.

Wait…is Bucky…?

Peter looked back at you, then awkwardly at Bucky, then back to you again. “Could I…uh…”

Realisation hit you like a freight train.

Oh god. He is…

…He’s jealous.

Bucky is jealous.

Peter looked at Bucky once more who remained still, watching Peter carefully. Peter seemed to accept that he had an awkward audience of one and looked back at you again before clearing his throat.

“Maybe…uh…I could get your number and we could…y’know…go out some time?”

Your face lit up and you ignored the almost imperceptible sound of the puff of air Bucky huffed out of his noise.

 “Uh…sure. Great”.

You grabbed a napkin from the holder on the bar and a pen from your pocket and scribbled down your number, practically nauseous with the dual feeling of getting a date with a cute guy and Bucky bearing witness to it. You smiled at Peter as you pushed the napkin across the bar with your fingers.

He picked it up like it was a precious artefact, holding it close to his face as he inspected it.

“Wow…right amount of numbers and everything,” he joked.

You giggled back bashfully. “Yep…I promise it’s real and not the number of a pizza place or something…”

“Honestly? I’d be impressed you had the the number for the pizza place memorised even if it did mean I was rejected…”

You both laughed and he carefully folded up the napkin and put it in his pocket. At the same time, a bunch of his group had started to down the dregs of their drinks and drift towards the exit. One nudged him on the arm as he passed, mumbling something about ‘Rocket’ being designated driver. Whatever the hell that means.

“Well…better get going. I’ll uh…see ya” he smiled.

You nodded and smiled in return as he turned and headed out. Once he’d left, you kept your eyes down and picked up a washcloth, rhythmically dabbing at the sticky drink residue on the bar surface. You could feel Bucky still looming over you, but he hadn’t said anything. You sprayed some cleaning fluid and continued.

“You’re still on the clock you know,” he muttered.

“Oh...Am I not working right now?” you asked ingenuously as you kept your eyes down on your busywork. You knew your tone was pushing it, but frankly, so was he.

“You are now…but you weren’t…then”.

The emphasis on ‘then’ was loaded and it was clear what 'then' exactly he was referring to.

“Well…I’m sorry you lost those three minutes,” you answered sharply, turning to look at him. You narrowed your eyes at his stoic frown. “How about I stay an extra three minutes after my shift…and we call it even?”

He glared back at you, knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on and so was unable to say anything back. He'd never been strict about you chatting to customers or taking short breaks before, so he couldn't suddenly start now.

“I need to speak to you anyway,” you continued calmly as you resumed your cleaning. “About this job”.

You looked back up at him and swore you saw a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was gone so fast you couldn’t be sure.

Suddenly Amber bounded up to the bar, oblivious to the strange tension between the two of you. You suppressed an eye roll and went back to your washcloth.

“Bucky…the girls have asked if there’s an after party tonight?” she asked coyly, draping herself over him like a scarf.

Your phone vibrated loudly on the bar shelf behind you, causing both you and Bucky to glance over at it. He couldn’t fully see from his vantage point, but you watched as Wanda’s name flashed up on the screen. She was texting you, not a super keen Peter on his way home.

But Bucky didn’t know that…

“Don’t worry, boss,” you told him sweetly. “I won’t pick that up until I’m off the clock”.

His nose wrinkled and for a split second he looked like a wounded puppy. If he wasn’t such an asshole you might have felt sorry for him.

“James?” Amber whined. “Party?”

You looked at him incredulously, an eyebrow cocked. His real name was James?!

He was the least Jamesy James you’d ever met.

“Nope, not tonight” he sternly replied to her, but his eyes stayed on you.

“Tell Sam you need a ride, Ambs. I gotta do some work stuff”.

And with that, he stormed off to the back office.

Amber pouted as she watched him go, then looked back at you. “What’s up with him?”

You shrugged. “Beats me”.

She sighed and flopped down onto a bar stool, then began rifling through the napkins and straws, causing a small pile of them to spill out onto the bar. Great, thanks Amber. You hadn’t just refilled those or anything.

“He talks about you, you know” she told you softly as she looked down at an errant straw, perfectly manicured fingers wrapping around it.

You nearly spluttered laughing in shock. “Me?” you asked her.

Never in a million years did you expect her to say that.

“Mmm…” she purred as she put the straw in her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. Ugh, she really was pretty.

“Like he says you’re good at your job and stuff. But also that you’re funny. And smart. And stuff like that”.

You tilted your head as you looked at her, the wind taken out of your sails from the sheer shock of what she was telling you.

“Huh…” you responded as you try to downplay your sudden interest. “Well…that’s nice of him, I guess”.

“Ya…” she nodded.

“Amber…?” you asked.

She looked up at you and smiled.

“Is he really called James?”

She giggled. “Ya. He’s like...James Buchanan. Buchanan is his middle name. So, they all call him Bucky. He only lets certain people call him James. Special privileges”.

“I see,” you nodded. “Like you, huh?”

She sighed, pouting sadly. “Mmm…but…I dunno how ‘special’ I really am these days”.

Before you could ask what she meant, she changed the subject suddenly.

“Saw you talking to that guy from the plant. He was cute”. She grinned at you.

You found yourself laughing at the sudden tone shift and the excited glee on her face. Maybe she wasn’t so bad.

“Yeah…he is,” you nodded. “I haven’t really been on the dating scene for a while though. Not sure if I remember how…”

You weren’t sure why you told her that…

She just giggled. “Oh…shut up. Look at you. You’re a total hottie. You’ll be great”.

You felt your cheeks flush, but before you could say anything else she stood up from the bar stool and called out across the bar.

“Saaaammy. I need a ride!”

“I got you, baby girl!” he called back.

She grinned at you as she sauntered off. “Well…good luck with cute guy”.

You watched her go, slightly shell shocked by the whole exchange.

Huh. That was…a lot.

*

Steve told you he’d lock up so after cleaning up and cashing out, you bid Tom and the MC farewell and headed out to the parking lot. You hadn’t seen Bucky…James…since his dramatic exit. But you couldn’t help but mull over what Amber had told you. What did she mean, ‘he talks about you’? What does he say exactly? How does he say it? What did she mean when she said she didn’t feel special these days? Did she know about your kiss?

And Bucky was clearly jealous of Peter, right? He wasn’t subtle about it. But he had ignored you all evening until that happened. Maybe it was just territorial bullshit rather than anything deeper.

Speaking of Peter…why were you even thinking about Bucky? You now had this sweet, funny guy on the cards who was upfront about his interest in you…unlike Bucky.

…So why couldn’t you just focus on him?

You sighed. You shouldn’t be getting involved with any man right now. It all had an expiration date anyway. You were here to sort the house and that was that. Granny would tease you for allowing yourself to get distracted, just like always.

As you approached your car, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you realised there was a dark figure leaning against the bonnet.

“Bucky! Jesus fuckin’ Christ…” you scolded as you placed a hand on your chest. “You scared the shit out of me”.

He stopped leaning, standing back up to his full height.

“We need to talk, Sugar” he said bluntly.

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Hey Angel :D I'm not dead 😋!!

For my ask; what about modern sev with a little shit that couldn't give a damn about consequences Like imagine after like idk they play soccer or some shit and before they get in the car they yell at a kid like "YOUR AIM WAS ASS AND YOUR MOM'S A BITCH!" and immediately just scurry over to sev like "hi ma :)"

micron!!! welcome back!! this idea is SOOOO perfect i love it

men and minors dni

little fucker wasn't always called little fucker.

when she was a baby, still too tiny to talk or walk, you and sevika referred to her with much more traditional nicknames.

'peanut' when she was still a newborn, tiny enough to fit in one of your arms.

'sweet girl' when she was being cute, cuddling against sevika's chest or wrapping her entire hand around your pointer finger.

'baby' most commonly-- usually with an adjective in front. 'stinky baby' when she's got a full diaper, 'sleepy baby' when she's yawning and cranky, 'beautiful baby' when you're rocking her to sleep, humming lullabies to her.

but as she grew and her personality developed, 'little fucker' quickly became the most frequently used nickname for your baby.

she's a mischievous, impulsive, goofball.

at two years old, she watches sevika flip someone off in heavy traffic, and despite that her tiny hands can't figure out a simple peace sign, she manages to figure out the middle finger.

she shoots it at anyone and everyone. the mailman, the old man standing behind the three of you in line at the grocery store, the neighbor's dog-- nobody's safe from little fucker's middle finger. luckily, she's cute enough for people to just laugh when she does it.

when she figures out what money is, and that money can buy candy, your little girl starts stealing.

she'll harass anyone who enters your home. 'gimmie a dollar,' or 'show me your wallet,' only to steal the cash and run to her room, hiding it in a shoebox under her bed.

again-- people think it's cute, and they never bother telling you or sevika that your daughter's just robbed them (especially since she only robs them a dollar at a time.) you find out what's been happening when you're cleaning her room and find around a hundred crumbled up one dollar bills under her bed. sevika thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever seen.

when she's old enough to start going to pre-school, you and sevika get texts from her teachers on a daily basis. she never goes far enough to get in any real trouble-- but she's just so fucking funny all her teachers need to tell another adult about how goofy your baby is. you, sevika, and the three women who run the day-care are all in a groupchat titled 'little fucker chronicles.'

a lot of it's just pictures of her covered in mud or dirt or paint.

some of it's stories about her handing out her own form of justice to kids who don't share toys-- putting worms in their hair or ignoring them in a round of hide and seek, making them stay cramped and hidden for an hour.

and of course, all the crazy shit she says to other kids sent back to you and sevika: 'my mommy could beat your dad up. he looks wimpy.' or, 'do you know what b-i-t-c-h spells? no? well, it's something that you are.' and, your personal favorite, 'no i don't have any brothers or sisters, i'm already a handful.'

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[hernakedmuse]

Where the hell was Moth hiding her?

Indiana University that’s where.

Eddie’s Playbat girlfriend that Steve adored like a little sister,  did have somewhat a life outside of well…Eddie…apparently.

A year older friend, an apparel merchandising major in Bloomington who also was attending beauty school, and she was now taking a one year break returning home to Hawkins, but not exactly.

Her parents moved to Miami, they had no roots here moving to Hawkins from Queens in New York City when she was 15, and when she graduated high school they packed up to open a bikini store in Miami, which apparently was their dream.

So Moth’s friend was staying with her at her house, needing a break from life and just having fun with her punk band, Playboy. 

They met one day when Steve was at work in his Family Videos, dorky uniform and hating life as he planned Friday night with Robin.

It was strange seeing Moth not attached to Eddie, but instead by her side was…heaven and hell in one.

If Moth were to have any friends he did assume it was another…vixen like herself, but instead of being a ghoulish sort of doxy, she was very Debbie Harry and Poison Ivy, with the perfect black bob that shaped her perfect face with razor sharp edges and dressed in a very tight zebra dress with her cleavage on display, physique forced into hourglass by the hot pink waist corset around the dress that gave the hem a flirty look that rose up her thighs, ripped fishnet stockings with an oversized denim jacket on top that was wealthy with names of bands he didn’t know as well as safety pins of all sizes. She wore black Chuck Taylor and neon green slouchy socks that matched her neon green fishnet fingerless gloves and emphasized her manicured hot pink nails. She wore a necklace made of bottle caps and her temptress bob hid her earrings, but the green eyeshadow and hot pink lips truly made her look even sexier than he knew her features to be.

And that smell…

He was close enough to smell Vidal Sassoon hairspray, Extra gum, and a perfume that gave off peach notes with some gardenia. 

Moth must have said something but I couldn’t hear between my gaze moving between fuck me eyes, blow job lips, and tits that could hug my–

“Stevie!”

“Wha-yes-I’m here! Yes? I’m-yes!”

The femme fatale giggled. 

Moth looked perplexed before repeating her question. “Movie night this Friday? We’re all going to be there.”

Steve’s doe eyes flickered to the new star of his fantasies. 

“Me included.” She said with a giggle, he could hear a New York accent. It was really cute, reminded him of Madonna.

Her eyes caught his and they stared into one another’s with a burning need, she didn’t seem to care he was in his dorky work vest. “That’s..good.” He said, getting a smile out of her.

And he wanted her, had to figure out how to have her.

He saw her before Friday, walking down main street past the beauty salon, wearing a cheetah print apron over a very short, and indecently tight teal, long sleeved dress with a low back. He swallowed seeing the top of red stocking thigh highs.

((Do you all like this origin of Punk!Bimbo or the other with growing up in the trailer, single terrible crack mom and kicked out of school?))

[a-libra-writes]

Do you have any more headcanons for our darling Rocky? Romantic, general or whatever. I think that whenever he sees his s/o he has stars in his eyes and that he loves boasting about them to all of Lackadaisy (much to their annoyance; Victor is that close from throwing him out the window).

Who is your favourite character btw?

This is kind of a part 3 to my previous Rocky Romantic HCs, with these focusing more on domestic living together and family stuff! Femme and masc options included.

When Rocky starts living with you, it's an adjustment. He hasn't had a permanent home-home in nearly 10 years. There's so many things he forgot about, and things he missed dearly but tried very hard not to dwell on. And he gets to see so many new things about you - you'll catch him staring more than once as you go about your routines, from shuffling through the morning to winding down in the evening. All the things you keep on your shelves, everything smelling like you, noting all your interesting habits! It's your private world he's been invited into and he's a little obsessed. The place wouldn't need to be anything fancy, either - even in an apartment, he takes in everything like it's s gift.

(You'll find all sorts of cute notes scattered about where you'll surely find them, even if it's weeks later. Drawings, poems, love notes, song lyrics - all sorts of sweet, sappy things like that. Then there's the BIG obvious ones he leaves right on your nightstand or mirror.)

Rocky wants to be useful, of course, he always does, but his domestic skills are ...well. There's room for improvement. Cleaning and keeping up with himself is one of those things he needs to pay more attention to, and while he wants to help with the cooking, uh. Maybe hold off on that until you're sure he won't get distracted in the middle of boiling water. Also, when he does cook breakfast, there's usually a huge mess left behind ... But it's the thought that counts! He'll figure out pretty much any chore you assign him, anyway. And at this point you know how much Rocky wants to please you.

When he first moved in, there was an initial period where you two slept separately. It was only proper, especially if you're femme, buuut that went out the window within a week or two. Rocky wouldn't be the one to bring it up, but he wouldn't complain a bit if you just let him stay in your bed instead of going back to the couch or guest room. (And I mean, he looks so comfy and he loves snuggling ... are you really gonna kick him out?)

Even if you both fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed, eventually the grey tabby will migrate over to you. The clinginess doesn't stop just because he's asleep! And he either sleeps like the dead, or bolts up at the slightest noise. Most mornings Rocky is up at the near crack of dawn, antsy and ready to get on with whatever idea is rattling around in his head. Snuggling might incline him to sleep in just a little longer - or maybe he'll just soak up the comfy bed, sunny morning and loved one next to him. It's a very quiet and still peace that takes some getting used to.

If you're femme - happy as he is to go on about how wonderful you are to others, he doesn't breathe a word of it to his aunt. He might actually be skinned alive if Nina catches a whiff of him "living in sin".

If you're masc, y'alls domestic life is probably closer to a "bachelor pad" than some suburban bliss, but it's still homey in it's own way. It's far more likely you're both sharing an apartment or row house close to the Little Daisy. Your laundry tends to get mixed up (which Rocky doesn't mind at all, even if you're much bigger than him), there's lots of late-night attempte to cook on the terrifyingly worn out gas stove and opening the window at night to let in a cool breeze and the sounds of the city. Other tenants don't may you two any mind, assuming you're family or two workers trying to save money by boarding together.

(Bonus points if y'all live in the same apartment block as Zib and his band, as if he doesn't have to deal with the nauseating lovebirds enough)

Being in a safe, stable place with a loved one can stir up some buried memories. You've probably seen Rocky despair dramatically already, but the actual crying is new. He's a noisy cryer, it's difficult for him to hide it. He'd even apologize if it woke you up, but Rocky is surprisingly comfortable with crying on you and being held, though there been a few times where he's initially resisted, feeling like he ought to hide these emotions instead. It's been so long since he had this kind of comfort, but there's still shame when he feels the tears came from out of "nowhere". Oh, there's a lot repressed there ...

And there's the whole ... getting a concussion and nearly dying bit. Initially Rocky is unaware of long-term effects of the concussion, and later willfully ignores them as long as he can. Sudden bright lights and loud noise cause twinges of pain that can snowball into a full blown migraine, something he's never had to deal with. And the first time he banged his head on a doorframe? Bam, flat on his ass. Rocky woke up resting on your lap, your frantic face hovering above him. He was only out for a few seconds but uh, still scary. Something he should be aware of and more careful about because he's sooo good at being careful...

(Small silver lining is you fuss and take care of him during the migraines but Rocky haaaates having to be still in bed. Good luck keeping him there!)

Regardless of gender, there's some potential friction with your family. You adore Rocky and are perfectly happy with him, but well, to your family ... If they're middle or upper class, associating with a destitute musician with bizarre behaviors was not in the plan for you (god forbid anyone finds out about the bootlegging and arson). No matter how well he cleans up, or is on his "best behavior", you could risk getting cut out from the family entirely. Note if you're masc, your relationship could simply be brushed aside as that "friend" of your's they don't approve of. A woman will be judged far more harshly, especially if you and Rocky are living together without being married. You can kiss any inheirtance or family support goodbye.

(Of course, being from a poorer family or not having one at all mitigates much of this drama.)

The fact you're willing to defy your family for him and defend him gets Rocky emotional all over again. It's probably not possible for him to be any more devoted to you, but now feelings of guilt will bubble up. On darker days he'll worry he's ruining someone's family relationships (again) and it'd be best if he just left.

Actually getting married to Rocky would amp that family drama even further, no matter how happy you are about it. It'd probably end up being one of those thrown-together elopements where you're both giddy and a little anxious and driving out to who-knows-where to find a priest who won't ask questions. There's no ring, but - hey, maybe a family heirloom was found. Maybe a friend lends a dress that's almost white, and you repurposed a fancy tablecloth for a veil, and Rocky is wearing a borrowed suit of Freckle's, and the bouquet is flowers you two found alongside the road.

It's slapped together and messy but also exciting and y'all are so happy in spite of everything. Rocky's grinning so much you think his face might get stuck; this isn't something he ever imagined for himself, but now that you're here, he just wants to love and be with you forever. Expect a few years. Maybe a lot. There could even be a little 'reception' at the Lackadaisy, with lots of dancing and music and everyone having to witness how blindlingly sappy you two are (as if they weren't painfully aware).

(Baby & family stuff here!)

So. If you're AFAB, the reality is you and Rocky will have one ... or several ... scares, unless you're very diligent. Look, his pull-out game is shit because he just gets so caught up in the affection and being with you. Hell, that may be what led to the elopement in the first place, spurred on by a healthy dose of Catholic guilt and maaaaybe a family member's shotgun.

Just like the whole 'Finding the Most Wonderful Love of His Life' thing, Rocky didn't think children were anywhere in his future. If any thoughts were given to it, he might assume he'd been a poor parent, because isn't he a screw-up with anything else? What example did Rocky have, anyway - a dad who basically abandoned his family when they needed him most? He does his worrying and anxiety spiralling in private, but it'd be easy for anyone to pick up on it. Of course he thinks you'll do wonderfully, but the chaotic tabby has little hope for himself.

(If you also have no idea what you're doing, congrats! It's utter chaos. And you think anyone at Lackadaisy knows what to do? Also nope! Godspeed!!)

But the thing is, Rocky is quite good with the kitten once they start crawling and exploring. He has the energy level to keep up with them, and he naturally encourages the kiddo to explore and play more. The tot being noisy or fussy or agitated doesn't faze him much; Rocky quickly picks up when they just want attention and playtime or if something is actually upsetting them. I think he'd also sing and play music to soothe them, like his mom used to do when he was restless.

(Also the three of you going out for a picnic or playing in the park and he's just! So happy!! He really had his own tiny family that loves him. He doesn't care if the kitten claws up his back when they're startled or eat grass and immediately vomit or drop their toy into the park fountain. That's his baby!)

Also, at least one (but realistically most) of his kiddos would also have ADHD. Obviously in this time period there's no recognition or diagnosis, but it's easy to notice if his kid has similar 'odd' behaviors and mannerisms. Anywhere from the hyperactivity, to fidgeting and chattering, to sudden focus on things that interest them. I think anytime his child seems to act like him, even if it's considered "misbehavior", he just melts and can't find it in himself to scold them. Rocky would generally be the forgiving, fun and permissive parent, much as his own mother was. He'd also worry about being too absent; normally no one cared when he was gone for days (or weeks ...), but now there's a little one who can't even handle him being gone for an evening. No Rocky you can't strap the kitten to your back and take them everywhere....

Notably if the kitten was neuroatypical in a different way, or disabled - either deaf, or they struggle to walk, etc, Rocky picks up on this quickly. He'd be good about thinking up accommodations or ways for them to get about the world easier, and patient, so very patient. Making up hand signs? Jury rigging a mobility aid? Recognizing when a place might be too overwhelming for the kid? Figuring out exactly which textures are upsetting for them? It may shock people how observant he is about these things - and, given the time period, he could be seen as too "indulgent". Okay he's definitely an overly indulgent parent in other ways, but in this case, Rocky is quite fixated. He's very familiar what it's like being on the outside and disregarded.

He absolutely wants to teach his kiddo music, and likes singing to them and rattling off poetry when it comes to him. The household is full of music and art in general, especially if you're artistically inclined yourself. He'll gather all sorts of unusual books to read to them (even if they're too young for it, his voice is nice to listen to). He's the parent who keeps literally anything his kid makes him and gets happy and emotional all over again when he sees it. He's also the parent who can't deny his kiddo when they've had a bad dream or are afraid of the dark ... so either he falls asleep on the couch with them, or he carries them back to y'all's bedroom.

It goes without saying that Rocky's going to continue his criminal activities. If anything, he's been spurred on even more in order to support you and the kitten, especially if this is after 1929; the kids would be growing up during the worst of the Great Depression. This could either be a point of contention between you and Rocky, if you aren't doubling down on the crime yourself.

(Personally I HC that, if he had a family to provide for, he'd 100% stay involved with crime even after Prohibition and/or the Lackadaisy is gone. What other choices are there?)

Note if you're masc and had a kiddo from a previous relationship, a lot of these HCs still apply! Rocky would still find himself bonding with them and being delighted by how much they seem to care for him. He likes noticing the mannerisms that are just like your's, and how their faces mimic your own expressions. They'd refer to him as "uncle Rocky" but sometimes they'll slip and say "papa". Which totally doesn't make him want to cry or anything.

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiiii stay hydrated:D also i just wanna ask if u can share some shuggy and crossguild headcanons?👉👈

Yeah of course! Thank you for the ask, lovely ♡ isk if you mean generic ones or romantic specific so I'll have both ♡♡♡

Shuggy

• Shanks was taken in on the Oro as a baby. Buggy was taken in a few years later, are 5-7 ish depending on adaptation ((my fanfic is around 7~ but that's Lore Based so whatever)). Regardless, Shanks was the first person Buggy actively showed signs of Trusting, despite his flailing and screaming. Shanks was attached from the get-go, and they very quickly became attached at the hip.

• fun fact: pirate captains had jurisdiction to officiate weddings for the crew. Shanks and Buggy got 'married' when they were about 9, thereabouts. Roger officiated it. It was really cute and simple and the boys both still have their rings from that day safely tucked away.

• Buggy is gender non-conforming, and the Roger Pirates were all really chill about it after the first few teasing events got shot down either by Roger himself or Shanks going nuclear on them. When Red first saw Buggy presenting more femme, he absolutely started blabbering, blushing as bright as his hair, and then proceeded to trip on his own feet, flail, and smashed his face into a wall. Buggy had to take him to Crocus for the nosebleed. He broke his nose. To this day, Buggy still won't let him live it down.

• the breakup in Loguetown goes a little differently because I simply Do Not Subscribe To That. They still had the moment in the rain. They still argued. Buggy still ran off. But Shanks when after him. It was them against the world, a notion hammered home with their sudden forced independence as the remaining adults on the crew left them behind in a town now dyed in their grief and agony.

Buggy could have hidden his presence away so thoroughly that he was but an invisible wisp in the world, but he doesn't. Shanks finds him. Drops to his knees at his back. Wraps him into a hug, face buried in dripping blue locks. There is silence between them.

"Why," Buggy chokes out, a million questions in one.

Shanks clings, breathes deeply, and sobs. "I'm scared." It's an answer to all of them. It's an excuse. It's a cry for help. It's a confession.

Buggy takes his hand, tilts his head back, rain running rivers down his face. He tells himself that's the only thing dripping on his cheeks, denies the burning in his eyes. "I am too."

They sit there together in the rain for what could be minutes, hours, days. They find comfort in each other, their edges raw and jagged but still theirs. The places they used to fit don't mesh as seamlessly anymore, but they're still there, still each other's. New, but not lost. Changed, but not finished.

• Shanks and Buggy still get on like cats and dogs, but they keep in touch. They aren't necessarily co-captains like they'd daydreamed in their youth, not enemies as they'd feared in their adolescence. They are allies, their crews parallel and cooperative. The Redhair Pirates are the Brawn. The Buggy Pirates are the Brains. They have their own specializations, their own strengths and weaknesses, but it is never hidden that they are more than allies, sister crews in all but name. The Red Force welcomes Buggy with open arms, and his word is as powerful as Shanks' on the deck and in the winds. Likewise, Shanks has equal authority with Buggy's crew and ship as well. It's a carefully kept secret.

• Marineford occurred and was the first meeting between them for a few years. Buggy, nerves shot, exhausted, half starved, and still impacted from his time as a prisoner in Impel Down, latches to Shanks, so Safety, to Home like a starfish. Of course, most perceive his version of latching as antagonism, but everyone who Knows just knows.

• they curl up together in the captain's cabin, and Shanks has Buggy strip bare so he can look over all the wounds and press kisses and care into pale, freckled flesh. Eventually he wraps Buggy into one of his robes, angles his body to hold the other in his lap, and sits on the bed as a silent sentry. Buggy, finally safe, finally warm, finally able to rest, simply shatters, sobs wracking his body as he clings and wails and panics, finally falling from survival mode and baring the weight of the entirety of his ordeal. Shanks holds him through it all.

• once things die back down, once both are little more functional, a little less clinging in codependency, they have a discussion. The Navy knows. The world is changing. They have options to choose from and choices then to make. They opt to stop hiding their alliance, raising the curtains for the final act as it were. Only nobody makes an explicit announcement, neither are flying each other's flags, and the behaviors remain mostly the same. They "stop hiding" and yet still incredibly few motice any difference - and fewer still put together the pieces. The Marines don't see the forest for the trees.

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Cross Guild

• Crocodile decided on that stolen Marine shop, escaping prison, that the Clown was Hiding Something. He was intriguing. So when an opportunity presented for that loan, he accepted.

• Mihawk knew tangentially that there was a "history" between Shanks and the Clown, though he will admit he tuned most of the details out after the fifth drunken ramble about how soft that blue hair was. He could tell the other's Haki was unusual, and the dichotomy of his pedigree to his presentation was Odd to say the least. He was a puzzle, and Mihawk did enjoy a good puzzle in his spare time...

• falling in love with the clown was not on either of their itineraries, and yet between the bleeding of days, their touches flowed from harsh and bruising to softer, encouraging, searching, studying. It is only looking back that they can see how rapid a shift it was between the initial animosity to something cordial and hopeful, a span of less than a month. And Buggy was sharp eyed and sharp tongue through it all.

• apologies were given and forgiveness was earned through effort and dedication. They went from antagonistic opportunists to peaceful cohabitation with surprising ease once the first hurdles were conquered.

• with Buggy's trust came his Trust and friendship, a new experience for both dark haired men. Appreciation bled into affection, into attraction, and they were flustered by it, though neither would admit that.

• it is, ironically, when Shanks comes by Karai Bari that things begin shifting. For one, the argument that ensues is full of affection and comfortable proximity. Buggy's trusted commanders welcome the Redhairs like old friends, like fellows under their flag. Alvida and Beckman specifically gravitate to each other, the older man wordlessly offering her a cigarette while she passes over a bottle without even looking up. Shanks and Buggy meanwhile are smiling as they trade barbs, touches casual and accepted easily.

It culminates into Buggy telling Shanks to shut up, to which the taller gives a demand with a beaming grin. "Make me!"

Buggy huffed at him, rolling his eyes, but yanks the other down to press a charged kiss to his lips, leaving him flushed, a dopey smile enriched by the transferred pigment.

• Mihawk and Crocodile have a brief moment of disappointment at the signals received until Shanks perks up on seeing them. "Oh, Bugs! Are these the guys you told me about? Heya, Hawkeye! Long time no see, still as handsome as ever! And wow. Crocodile, huh? Bug was right, you are hot as fuck."

Buggy proceeds to die on the spot, flailing and screeching, but that has simply opened a floodgate.

The visit is brief, but it leads to further conversation topics, spread carefully across the following days.

Yes, Buggy and Shanks are together. They have been since they were kids.

No, they aren't exclusive. Open relationship.

Yes, they are technically allied. No, not under one or the other flag. Equal allied.

Oh. Um. Yeah, they can... have more than one relationship. Why do you ask...?

• Buggy calls Shanks that night. "Why do I always attract the big burly doms???"

"You're just so submissive and breedable, Bugs. Also hey, I'm a switch :/"

"I know but you get my poi- wait I'm WHAT-??"

• Cross Guild courting is hilarious and also really cute. Mihawk runs on acts of service, Crocodile on gift giving, Buggy is a melting pot of love languages. They mix well enough, but the three of them temper each other as well. It's balanced out perfectly with them as such.

• Mihawk and Shanks as a result also end up falling in together tangentially. Buggy becomes Their balancing agent as well - he can redirect Shanks' endless energy, can curb and correct Mihawk's faux pas. He is bouncy enough to meet Shanks bit for bit, but also calm enough to pull him back some to meet Mihawk's lower energy levels and offer balance between them. It's organic and refreshing.

• Crocodile only has eyes for Mihawk and Buggy, but he is friendly enough with Shanks. Even if the redhead calls him his boyfriend-in-law. It's mildly annoying, but to be fair, Crocodile has since accepted that he apparently LIKES annoyances. Whether that is natural inclination or a result of his life experiences is to be determined. /hj

• Buggy gets treated like a princess, and when either of his boyfriends call him that or give him the royal treatment, he absolutely melts into a clown puddle.

• on that note, down the line, it is brought up to the Guild throuple that Shanks would be fine if they also got married. He gets it, after all. It's a special promise, and he knows Buggy is a catch. They discuss it sometimes, and eventually decide that... yeah. They would like that.

• there's some debate over who would officiate it, and Shanks ultimately decides for them by volunteering as an ally, captain and fellow polycule member. The logistics of marriage is wacky and the group winds up Dividing to conquer.

• Buggy, who makes most of his clothes or sources them to the crew seamstresses and tailors, goes out looking for fabric that will work for what he has in mind.

Who does he run into on that island but that rubber dumbass in a hat who is also apparently God too, how quaint. Luffy is bright and bold and asking a million questions. Buggy answers as best he can, already feigning annoyance and anger but still patient. The boy reminds him so much of Shanks when he was young it's bittersweet.

Eventually Luffy asks what Buggy is doing on this island. And Buggy answers. "I'm shopping for some fabric." Luffy gets excited, asks to help. He's supposed to be on his best behavior, he rambles, Nami said so, but he got distracted and is bored now. Can he help??

Buggy agrees. Luffy wans to know what the fabric is for. So the clown pirate pulls out his sketch, holds it up. "I need something for the bodice and some lace. Maybe some tulle if I can find it for the ruffles."

Luffy studies it closely. "That's a wedding outfit."

"Yeah"

"Is it yours?"

"Mhmm."

"I thought you were married to Shanks?"

"I am. I'm gonna marry my other boyfriends, too. Red's gonna officiate."

"Oh! Congratulations! I think I saw a fabric store over that way!"

The day is actually pretty sweet and fun. Buggy's got a good grasp on working with Luffy's attention span - it isn't all that different from Shanks'. By the end of it, he even treats the kid to some ice cream.

"I wish I could be there," Luffy admits with strawberry syrup on his cheek.

Buggy wipes it away absently with his thumb. "Why?"

"You're my friend! And you're Shanks's wife, he told me so when I was really little. And I like you, Buggy. You're weird but cool and you have a good heart and your sound is nice, too."

Buggy tenses. "My sound...?"

"Mhmm," Luffy continues like he hadn't just shocked the absolute hell out of the clown beside him. "It's like windchimes and this whirring sound but it's also kinda like clouds, too? It's hard to explain. Shanks' sound is weird too, like-"

"-bottles clacking together, lots of voices, and fire."

"Yeah!! How did you know?"

Buggy puts his ice cream down, rubbing his forehead. How does one explain early onset oversensitive observation haki to a teenager?

"Mystery power," he decides on.

Luffy nods. "Ah. Got it."

They go back to their ice cream. After a few moments, Buggy sighs. "You.... ugh. You could, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Come to the wedding."

Luffy beams for all of a moment, eyes tinting red over his irises before he sags with a frown. "But.. Shanks will be there."

"Yeah?"

"I can't, then."

"What? Why not? Thought you loved that ginger dumbass."

"I do! But we promised.. " his hand drifted to The Hat, a woven straw tapestry of trauma and comfort for Buggy. He frowned.

"What was the promise anyway?"

"I'd give the hat back when I was a great pirate."

".... Luffy. Look at me." Blue eyes met blackened maroon unflinchingly. "I'm a trickster, right?" Luffy nodded. "That means I'm good at understanding words and finding loop holes - meaning I can find exceptions to rules that don't even break them." Luffy nodded again, more slowly. "It's not cheating. It's working the system."

"Like Nami."

"Like Nami, yes. You promised to give the hat back when you're a great pirate. I'd say you're already a phenomenal pirate now, but that's just me. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool. So you give the hat back when you're great. Where does it say that you can't SEE him until then?"

"... but-"

"Nope! Taking it literally here, kiddo, work with me. You promised to give the hat back. He never said, and You Never Agreed, to not see him until then. Just to meet him there to give the hat back. You can totally see the idiot, and it isn't even breaking the promise."

"So I can come to your wedding?"

"Sure, kiddo. And wanna hear a secret?"

"Yeah!"

"I think Shanks would love to see you."

".... really?" His voice was softer, quieter, more juvenile than Buggy had ever heard it.

The blue haired man offered a smile, reaching out to ruffle raven locks. "I promise, I think he'd love to see you."

The rest of the day goes by easily, and Buggy writes down the island the wedding is planned for, his denden number, the date, time, and theme.

"Give it to your navigator," he tells the young man with a smile, "you and your crew is welcome. Just try not to cause too much mayhem, okay?"

"Alright! Thanks, mama Bug! I'll see you later!"

Luffy is vanishing into the streets before Buggy can respond, blinking as the other disappears. He sighs, a smile quirking his lips. "Mama, huh...?" He tilts his head up, looks at the sky. He thinks of another dark haired man in a strawhat, one who called him his pirate princess and supported Buggy through all of his experimental years. He huffed a laugh. "Ay, Captain, I hope you can see this shit show. Tides are changing..." He turned his gaze towards the docks, towards a brightly colored and bold, unapologetic, Free ship at the furthest end. ".... and time waits for no man. Or clown, I guess."

Chuckling, Buggy gathers his wares, turns on his heel, and makes his way back.

He'll have to rework the food budget to account for another D., after all.

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Adventure + Yandere Femme Fatale: Trying to Escape Them

tw: yandere, obviously. Drugging the reader. Murder (not towards the reader). Manipulation (Let me know if I forgot anything!).

Yandere Adventurer/ Jesse Reeves:

- Considering that he's escaped many death traps before, he is a very skilled escaped artist who will use that knowledge to ensure that you won't really have a way to leave him.

- The same traps he has to escape from are the same traps he will use from you. From the typical darts in the walls to the disguised pit in the ground covered with leaves and foliage, to a giant stone ball you have to run from before it crushes you. Not that he'll let that happen, he'll obviously rush to save you and be your hero.

- Taking care of any injuries you sustained, he'll scold you about being more careful with yourself and say that's the reason why you need to stay with him because if you can't get across a snake pit, how will you ever take care of yourself in the real world? You just roll your eyes and shake your head.

- Let's say you've been training to beat all of his traps, though. You appeal to his ego and ask him to tell him stories about how his adventures, tricking him into telling you stories about how he got past those traps, and everytime he has to save you and scold you, you're making mental notes to yourself and one big day, you manage to escape.

- He's not sure if he's impressed or angry because on one hand thats pretty hot but on the other hand, that's really concerning because it means that he can't leave you by yourself as much anymore and he'll have to replace his traps.

- As for tracking you down, it is really not that hard honestly. Even if you managed to be thorough enough to cover your trail, it's literally his job to find things that aren't able to be found. From stalking you, he's aware of all the places you'd want to go and all of the places that you're naturally drawn too. He'll know enough about you to also know how long you'd be able to run before you'd need to rest. Not to mention that due to his adventures, he has many contacts over the world and knows many shady people who are willing to do anything for the right fee.

- You'd have at least 2 days before he finds you. Maybe half a day if you're lucky. When you go into the temporary hotel room you're staying in, the door suddenly closes behind you and Jesse leans against his flicking his hat up. His lips are giving you a tight-lipped smile and his eyes are silently mocking you, clearly amused that you believed you could actually escape him.

- "Aw, darlin', if ya wanted an adventure, ya could'a just asked! When your better behaved, I'd be more than tickled ta take ya anywhere ya want. But adventure's over now, its time to go home."

Yandere Femme Fatale/ Scarlette Le Claire:

- She'd rather not kidnap you in general but if you force her too, you will not escape her clutches that easily. She will contact her father and he will send some of his men to gaurd her apartment where she keeps you locked up in, their harsh training makes it easy for them to ignore your pleas.

- However even if you manage to get past them, they are not allowed to put a hand on you, they must notify her immediately. If she finds you and sees any bruises on you or injuries, she'll make sure that whoever does so pays.

- She is a little delusional. Why would her cœur ever run away from her? You must've gotten scared by something, she can make the guardsmen where something less threatening than black suits like maybe onesies or cute fluffy mascot outfits to put you at ease! Even if you do say it's your idea, she wouldn't be able to understand that because you'd have no reason to leave her. Someone must've influenced you!

- If you want avoid a bloodbath, try to keep your distance from other people. Anyone who helps aid you will be taken care of so they can't identify you. She won't ever tell you about her killings, she'd hate for you to worry your pretty little head about it, but one night she comes home covered in blood but she assures you it's fake, awkwardly coming up with a lie that you pretend to believe out of fear.

-Deep down, she knows you're trying to leave her and that you're scared of her. That's why she doesn't ever approach you straight away, instead, she'll pour some sleeping powder in your drink or something and when you finally begin to feel it's effects, your eyes are fighting to stay awake when you see her handsomely dressed figure walk towards you.

- You black out as you feel her gloved hand on your face, her touch caressing you softly as her eyes stare at you adoringly. You looked so peaceful and precious like this♡

- "Such perfection. Il est temps de rentrer à la maison, mon cœur.♡"

[ultra-raging-ghost]

🌻 :D

YIPPEE omg ok so I'm using this opportunity to dump my OC STORYLINE!!!

So I HAVE a whole extended ocu but I decided to instead rebuff one of my old cheesy comics I made in 7th grade and now I'm gonna tell u about it

so the one on the left is Alice and the one on the right is Eric and they meet at uhhh a sort party?? a coven party?? whatever the femme version of a frat party is they meet there on Halloween and Alice is a human and Eric is like from the ~Underworld~ (currently unnamed its not really the underworld) but Eric doesn't know that, because it's Halloween and its the one night of the year when both places can mix and little did Alice know, she entered a REAL covens house party, and they left out the Wrong Door (oooo)!!!

Its at this point Alice is like "where are we???" and Erics like "Idk, the west end of the labyrinth? Sorry if you don't live around here, but I do, so do you wanna spend the night at my place?" and shes like "no where the FUCK are we, this place is NOT planet earth" and Eric's like oh.... goddamn that's crazy, ur a human person!!!

But Eric isn't allowed back inside the party (iirc it was a party dedicated to Diana? it was a girls only party) so the door closed and disappeared behind them, and they have to find a different way to get Alice back to earth, while exploring the labyrinth!!!

They meet a lot of people along the way so I'll go through them >:D

So these are mostly Background people - Honey and Eric are like self-adoptive siblings (Honey is older), shes absolutely horrified at Alice's presence <3

Amare and Burlesque are my ocu UNIVERSE HOPPERS (slash 4th wall breakers kind of, but not really)!! So they're just kind of everywhere!!! They're mostly just an Easter egg that would pop up in the bg of the comic for me and my irl who know who they are hehehehe

PETAL is SO NORMAL 🙂 bro guys petal is so fucking normal 🙂 guys no don't worry, please make a deal with petal 🙂 dude petals so trustworthy and totally doesn't look act and deal like Beetlejuice 🙂

and the bartenders just cute!! :D

so this is Ichi and Ni (aka 1 and 2 bc when I was making them I was just calling them little guy 1 and little guy 2)

Ni is a parasitic creature, who exchanges bodily fluids with humans in order to reproduce/continue on the species (This came to me in a dream, but his species exchanges blood/saliva/etc. with human beings, and the DNA exchanged starts growing inside the human incubator, first taking them over spiritually and then physically before emerging as a completely new being, shedding the human shell :D)

And Ichi is a human!! Woah, I know. Humans aren't supposed to be here! But upon encountering Ichi and Ni, Alice and Eric discover that there's like a fair amount of humans who find companionship in the inhabitants of the labyrinth and choose to stay here instead of returning back to earth! they live in ~disguise~ and are usually under the protection of someone who cares for them, usually a lover (in Ichi and Ni's case), but it doesn't always have to be!!

After discovering Ichi, Ni provided them with a mask and a faux tail, as well as an Omamori (protection talisman!!) and they started a very deep emotional relationship! Ni is hesitant to touch Ichi, as if they exchange any sort of fluids it would mean Ichi's complete ego and physical death, but they still try to be affectionate!!

They provide Alice with a different path! Instead of needing to return, she has the opportunity to join a coven or don a disguise and stay here if she truly wanted, or she could return home and nobody would be any the wiser!

I haven't decided how it ends yet, but that's it so far :D

[ghostlyvisage]

//A little series of writings I did awhile ago for a prompt meme I can't find now. There probably will be spelling errors, but this also might explain Ghost's backstory a l'il more? Either way have Fun! Bits and bobs under the cut!

Wine-

Parties had never been his thing, even as he stood, shined to perfection and greeting the guests with smiles and bows. Energon was passed around, mechs congratulating him on graduating his courses and dropping not so subtle hints that they wanted to higher him as there own personal lawyer. And he joked back, he always did with a tip of his helm and dip of his wings. 

This party was supposed to be about him, and he hated it. He made a joke here, dropped a compliment there as he made his way out to a balcony, finally stepping out with a vent. The balcony was quieter at least, letting his frame relaxe slightly and holding his wine close. 

“Hhhhheeeeeyyyyy,” An arm wrapped around him, his older brother pulling him into a side hug, using his wings to hide him from the party. “Bored as always, Star? You know you can always dip, you have an excuse now.” Another cube of wine was pushed into his servos and Star shook his helm. 

“Well unfortunately I’d like to stay on some peoples good side, so no, Sky, I wont be disappearing with whatever cute servant passes my way.” The bright blue seeker let out a loud laugh, holding him a little closer before finally letting him go. 

“So, you gonna go through with it? Challenging the council by helping the lower caste?” ‘Sky’ finally pulled back far enough to lean his side against the railing, golden optics alight with humor and understanding. 

“While I will have to entertain other nobles, I can charge them enough to offer my services to others who actually need them for free.” His wings flicked and he knocked back what was left in his first cube. “I have the money, now I have the means. Just like we talked about when we were younger, Sky. When you stole treats from the kitchen for the younglings outside the tower.” 

Just like they had talked about during late nights, forming ideas on how to help the servants out. Whispering under a blanket with an older data pad and falling into recharge with notes scrawled out in shaky writing. 

“Welp, to Starfall! May all your dreams come true!” Sky gave him a mock toast and laughed, drinking his own highgrade. Skyfall laughed, and raised his own glass, grinning. 

“And to Skyreacher, the older brother who gave me the push I needed.”

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Conjunx-

“Dawn?” Starfall called into the empty mansion, his worry only increasing when all he heard was his own voice echoing back. “Dawnstar? If this is another prank that your doing with Skyreacher its not funny this time.” His vents shook, wings held high as he slowly made his way down the hall to his office. 

The panicked call he had gotten earlier hadn’t been reassuring, and he had rushed home as fast as he could. And now he felt like he was walking to his death, servos clenching before extending his claws out. He needed to be prepared, even as he opened his office door. 

Sitting in one of the soft chairs infront of his black desk was the soft pink frame of Dawnstar, the femmes wings low and trembling. Her back was to him, but he could clearly see the mech in his chair pointing a gun at her. He didn’t recignize this mech from anywhere, but he knew that he had to be sent from the council, and Starfall closed the door behind him. 

“If you wanted my attention you didn’t have to threaten her.” Starfall hissed, slowly slipping into the other chair. He didn’t see anyone else, wings flaring wide to try and sense an EMF field or something that might suggest someone else in the room. “Quiet bold of you, i must say. You are from the council, yes?” 

The silver mech before him gave a smile, blue optics showing no emotion. 

“I am, Lord Starfall. The council had noticed your… efforts with those below your station. And they have sent you many messages to get you to stop.” The gun waved slightly, and Dawnstar flinched, servos curling into fists in her lap. “We are keeping your mechling out of this… for now. But this will be your only warning.” 

The mech stood, slowly circling the desk and turning the gun to Starfall. He tapped it against the mechs chassis, helm tilting to the side. 

“Stop playing these foolish games and getting the workers wound up for nothing. Or else there will be consequences.” That smile never wavered, even as the mech left the room. Of course they felt threatened, they never had anything better to do than feel threatened about everything. 

He took a vent and turned to Dawnstar, immediately scooting closer and taking her servo in his. 

“You can’t keep doing this Star, they’ll kill you! Or worse!” She sobbed out, squeezing his servo and looking up at him. “Please, stop for a bit, let it die down until they turn there attention to something else. Please.” She begged him, squeezing his servos. Starfall gave a soft vent, pulling her close and gently running his claws through tense cables. 

“You know I can’t do that Dawn. Not now, not when they need me the most.” Not while he could still give them a voice. 

“And when they take everything from you? Then what? The lower caste would tear you to shreds! What about me? What about Sunray? Our son?” She choked out another sob and buried closer to him, her smaller servos clinging to him. 

“It’s okay, if anything happens to you, you know Skyfall will take you both in.” Star murmured, holding his bonded close and gently rocking her. “It’s okay Dawn. They won’t do anything to either of you.” 

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Wings-

His vents were hard, he could barely keep up with the mechs dragging him along, tripping over his own peds as he tried to desperately calm his pounding spark. Dawnstar was dead, they killed her. They killed Sunray. They killed them all and Skyfall hadn’t answered any of his desprate com calls. 

He was shoved to his knees, and he felt the dirt under them, and it was a welcome distraction to the drying energon on his frame. Their energon, when he held them before he was slammed with something in the helm and dragged away from there corpses. 

Would they even get a proper burial? They had nothing to do with his work, they were just… 

‘Collateral Damage’ is what the mech had said, holding the smoking gun with that twisted, sympathetic grin of his. His vents shuddered and hiccuped, and he shuddered as the blindfold was torn off. Starfall winced at the light, shaking his helm and squinting his optics, trying to look up-

“...Skyfall…?” His voice cracked, optics going wide as he stared up at his older brother. The sky colored seeker stared down at him with blank optics, a soft smile on his face. Skyfall said nothing, looking up behind him before slowly approaching. Another mech took his place, and enforcer by the looks of it. 

“Starfall, for your crimes against the Senate, your brother was given two options. Have you arrested or volenteer your for reasearch. He chose to give you for research. His and your sacrifice will be remembered.” The mech droned on and on about the ‘crimes’ he commited, and Starfall started to struggle. 

“Skyfall? Skyfall what is the meaning of this?! Sky!?! SKY WHAT IS GOING ON?!!?” He felt his panic rise, looking behind him as Skyfall gently grabbed one of his primary wings. 

And cold realization settled low in his spark, his optics widening as he looked up at Skyfall. 

“Brother…?” He whispered, voice cracked as that grip became firm. 

“I’m sorry little star.” Skyfall whispered back, placing a ped firmly on his back, between his wings. 

“Sky, brother, please! Don’t do this!” Starfall cried out, hot tears starting to well up again. 

Skyfall yanked, tearing fragile wiring and Starfall’s world started to spin. There was a hot/cold feeling, and he swore he purged as the wing was torn from its housing, discarded like it was useless scrap. His frame shook, emf field going wild as his smaller secondary wing was torn off immediately after the first. 

He felt his vision swim, his voicebox and throat felt raw, and he felt Skyfall lean in close. Something was whispered in his audial, lost to pain and fear, and Starfalls face was forced to look up. 

The enforcer holding his face was saying… something, he couldn’t tell what. He couldn’t think anymore, vents shuddering as he gulped in air. 

Why would Skyfall do this? What happened? He had been so supportive, even funded it with his own credits! Had given him everything he needed to give the people what they needed.

So why did his older brother, the mech who stood with him the longest, who he shared his deepest worries and fears, do this? 

Why was his big brother hurting him? 

He gave another shuddering vent, tears falling into the dirt under him as the enforcer let go of his face. 

“Finish it off, we cant have him flying away before we’re ready.” Servos, painfully familiar servos grabbed onto his wings, gripping them firmly but gently before the rest of his wings were torn from his frame. 

And finally, spark swirling with pain and the gut-wreching feeling of betrayal, darkness filled his vision. And the last thing he saw was his wings being tossed to the side, and his older brothers sky blue plating. 

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[momolady]

Monster Valentines: Part Two

Valentines are over, but if you want one of these for yourself I can do you one later this week! Visit this post to see how.

Hi momo! I'd love a build a monster valentines date! I've loved your stories for ages and I really hope things get better for you soon ❤️ Not picky about a monster type, but I do love vampires orcs and aliens! Male pref but I do love your girls! I'm genderqueer, slightly chubby, gothy/grungy and love creepy/morbid things, but also I loove cute things! I'm very shy and am a selective mute, but I'm very witty and sweet once I'm comfortable enough to talk (I use TTS in the meantime when I have to say something.) I have a calm and go with the flow disposition despite my anxiety and I just like spending time with my people. I also write, read, draw, and cook as some of my hobbies! 

Bellcadir

Alien- Delfian 

7ft tall

This tall and imposing figure is from the Delfy system, known for its colorful solar system and connected planets. Upon first glance, he is colorless, but he shows colors like a mood ring, and glows at night. He is almost see through like a jellyfish, though his flesh and limbs are very hard, there is a softness to his chest and belly, which he keeps protected by special clothing. As stated before, delfians are tall, but they are also slim and willowy, possessing long limbs that have a twisted, vein like appearance, forming into digits that can spread into individual tentacles, or form three strong fingers. 

As a Delfian, his kind are known for their calming, soothing presence and telekinetic abilities. Bellcadir came to earth has part of a student exchange system while in school, but ended up feeling a connection to the planet and decided to stay. 

He works in various therapy fields,mostly physical therapy, including massage, yoga, and rehab. He bounces around, enjoying all that work, but unable to feel he can settle with just one. He has a deep desire to help everyone.

Bellcadir enjoys baked goods, finding they are close to what is served back in his home system. Anything that has fresh fruit in it is his favorite. He enjoys peace and quiet, but he loves being in multiple online servers and making friends online. He enjoys texting with people as sometimes human voices can be grating to his sensitive ears. He’s very active in several online communities, especially some baking groups, a few writers’ groups, and one for Star dew Valley, which he will admit he’s not great at but loves. 

Hi! I would like a blind date for my oc Sable a hyper femme anthro unicorn. 5'10 with a fat hourglass figure, hot pink hair, blue eyes, and decoden manicured nails. She can be kind of annoying because she's a little empty headed but she's enthusiastic when the vibe is right. She goes by feeling and body language more than intellect. Her hobbies are collecting soft pastel sweaters, drinking hot drinks in cute oversized mugs, reading fanfiction, flirting and watching Hallmark movies. She likes carnivals and fairs, hyper pop and EDM, and supernatural romance novels. Sable likes to tease but it's never mean, so she prefers to be around confident people who can take a good-natured joke. All food is good food to Sable and she will steal a bite from your meal. She remembers off-hand facts about her friend so she can plan random celebrations or make up reasons to give gifts. 

Ari was extremely nervous. Luckily, his friends had set up this group date situation, but still, the girl he really liked was going to be coming. He fidgeted around, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Calm down, Ari, don’t look so freaked out. You’ll freak her out.” The dragonborn went into the bathroom to double check himself. He’d talent he extra time to polish his horns and dark blue scales to make himself look good. He stepped bac, took a good breath and smiled at himself. Supposedly that worked to trick your brain. But Ari still felt the same amount of nervous.

Sable was so cute and pretty. And while some of his friends would say she was shallow or flighty, Ari felt that wasn’t fair to say. He had heard some of her other friends talk very sweetly about her. Besides, he liked listening to her talk, even if it was something silly. She always looked so well put together, and she always smelled amazing.

“Ari are you ready?”

“Yeah, coming out.” Ari snapped out of his thoughts and he turned to leave the bathroom. He opened the door, and heard more voices than from when he went in. As he came around the hallway something bright pink ran into him full force.

“Oops!” A sweet voice gasped.

Ari gripped the wall to keep them both from toppling over. The pink object braced as well, pushing off of Ari’s chest. She looked up at him and Ari tensed, his throat even tightened, and he held his breath.

Sable smiled up at him, her hair was so beautifully done in soft waves, her lashes were large and fanned out, her nails were super cute and done pink with pearls, bows, and glitter little jewels.

“Excuse me,” she giggled. She patted Ari’s chest. “Didn’t mean to tackle you like that. Didn’t break anything did I?”

Ari shook his head, slowly taking a breath and standing up right. “I don’t think do. You can try again if you want.”

Sable’s eyes sparkled and she giggled. “You’re silly!” She beamed up at Ari and his heart melted. Her perfume smelled sweet, like soft roses and strawberries.

“It’s always the cute girls who are much stronger than they look,” Ari said offhandedly, but realized what he did say.

Sable’s smile brightened up. “Oh, so your wise to us, are you?” She leaned in close to him again to whisper. “I’ll have to keep my eye on you tonight, just so you don’t give away any of my secrets.”

“I wouldn’t-” Ari said breathlessly.

Sable winked. “I gotta make sure. You don’t mind right?”

Ari swallowed. “I suppose. As long as you promise not to hurt me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not into that, per se.”

I'm a 25 infp male attracted to men 5'10. Love to talk and learn about other people. (Like to gossip but not in the slandering spreading rumors kind of way) Very imaginative, very sarcastic, very analytical, a bit of an ends justify the means type personality

Friendly and sociable but reserved, I don't like opening up to people ,massive trust issues. I always try to have a neutral viewpoint on things and consider both sides to come to the best conclusion. I love to write, cook, watch movies and spend time with loved ones.

I love night time (night drives, night walks, etc) I really like a guy that can make me laugh, who is kind, romantic, but with a bit of a wicked sense of humor to match my own. I really like to be taken care of and to take care of my partner.

Benedict (goes by Benny)

29 years old

6’2

Benny is a local hair stylist and beautician who works in a salon down the block. He makes a big deal out of giving customers their dream hair style, and he’s very popular with older women and high school students. He gives the best hugs, since his arms are so big and his belly is slightly soft.  He’s very particular with his own hygiene regimen, so his skin is always so soft and he smells amazing. He says it’s important for work, but he’s always done it. Because of his clientele he hears lots of stories and gossip, which makes him the epicenter of chat within the salon as well as his beloved cafe across the street.

Benny is a great storyteller too. He knows how to gather a crowd and pull them in, happy to talk to anybody. But really, Benny is easily embarrassed, but hides it well. He much prefers his days off where he gets to stay home in just pajama pants and fuzzy slippers. His feet get cold easily, and anything that makes them warm pleases him. He loves coffee and tea, and has surprisingly fancy equipment for it in his place. He loves showing it off to people, making them complicated drink just to make them smile.

While he was in school for becoming a beautician and stylist, he worked in his family’s mortuary. His uncle had a dark sense of humor that rubbed off on him, but it’s a taste he rarely gets to sling around in the salon. But occasionally when he’s relaxed enough with someone he lets it fly.

Benny’s ability to be easily embarrassed has left him worried about dating. But he dreams of having a partner he can spoil and take care of, someone he can cuddle and spend his quiet days together without much worry of having to keep up the chat or performance he does at the salon. He wants to figur eout their favorite drink and make it for them when they look down or happy. 

[ask-stealth-thunderstreaker]

Some backstory for Stealth

Stealth was raised in Kaon , a nicer part of Kaon ... the area that was mostly occupied by poor-lower-income familial units.... my Head-canon is that a lot of Cybertronians can reproduce by spark or similiar mean (spark-play). Poor incomes or low ranking usually lead to carrying an old-fashioned way of babies ... Richer Praxian/Vosian and up are usually Cold-Constructs in terms of frames because of technicalities (Well, see more of this in Thunderstreaker's breakdown).

Anyways , Stealth had an interesting childhood , her Sire worked and attended school. As he was younger for a Gladiator.... and Stealth was a baby ... Stealth has always and will always have a tough relationship with her carrier. So they weren't involved...which left a certain group of friends to help.

Stealth grew up around large miners and gladiators , she was one of the only beings that was a constant in Impactor and Megatron's lives. More so, Impactor than Megsy because Megsy was a younger mech back then.

So imagine this , Impactor sitting next to a small version of her sire (Who is a blood-red and black Praxian with Silver/chrome accents). Her little doorwings were still little stubs , and Her chevron had little protectors and trainers. As she sat down where her Sire had set her down , reading a little book.

Impactor ... The Great Gladiator! The Miner ! The Mech that didn't take slag !

.......

......

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... He taught this little creature how to read, draw,paint, and Gamble ! By the time her sire returned regardless of the time or length of time , she was tired or asleep holding her little plushy he'd gotten her earlier that first day.

I have a bunch of cute sparkling tales . If anyone wants to hear'em , let me know !

Stealth is very close with Impactor until they move to Praxus when her carrier demands that they can't be around all the bad. Stealth, of course, is upset and asks to stay (which is a no) and ultimately results in her returning in the summer. They have a falling out, and they don't talk again for years !!!

... And Stealth knows the twins from the summers at Impactors ! The twins were curious of the slightly younger femme ! As you can imagine , Impactor wasn't but, we're deviating here!

Impactor will never admit it , but he is the reason Stealth is a medic. Stealth was one of those kids that came home with a litter of turbo-pups or a kitten. Impactor had a soft spot , and he ended up sitting with the little femme trying to find a home for the smaller creatures.

Her Sire is working towards an engineering career , so little miss is with Impactor ... which means she also goes with him to his training and matches. Femmes coo at her, and Impactor at one point tries to pursue/briber her into inviting the femmes to go with them to dinner or for Ice-cream...... It doesn't go over well. Stealth mean-mugged the femmes, and well ... She cheers for her 'Sire' Impactor as that's what her 'Sire' calls Impactor ...usually scares off a few femmes .

Stealth eventually learns that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are fun and that if Impactor is 'distracted' by a femme or cute mech , well then ... she has 100 shanix for the help to spend with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

However , Impactor did come to regret this one-time during a 3-day sleep-over. Stealth bought a Kaonite Pit-Kanan , a big crusty one that was covered in Energon. And the fragging Femme was hanging off of it's neck without a care in the world !

Stealth :'Pactor ! I made a friend !

Impactor: *Panicking* Where did you find it ! Put it back ! Do you even know what it is !!!

Stealth : My new friend ! Pactor ! I'm gonna name him ....umm Fluffy !!

Impactor : *Realizing the time* Slag your Dad's really gonna kill me ! I'm serious!! Don't laugh !

Stealth : But you have a friend ! I wanna a friend to , specially cuz you don't let Sunstreaker and Sides over !!!!

Impactor : We aren't having this conversation again ! You are literally 6 vorns old !! And your sire's gonna kill me for-(equal to a 6 year old)

*Door opens !*

Stealth : Sire !

Impactor :

[decepticon-slick]

Another job gone south. Slick had snatched one too many shanix from the tip jar. He'd been found out and thankfully, charges weren't pressed. Well... so much for that. At least he had somewhere to stay. He'd find something else.

The night life of Cybertron was as vibrant as ever but Oil Slick soon wondered why he'd come out in the first place. Everyone towered over him. He was shoved aside, stepped on, dodging pedes one after the next and shouting out in sheer frustration, just.... ignored. No one noticed the little guy.... story of his life.

At least the bot finally found a bar where he could hole up and drink until he couldn't feel feelings any more. That sounded good....

The one upside of being this size? A single engex went a long way. Oil Slick was hitting on bots after one and climbing on to the bar after two.

The night passed in a blurr. He managed to get the attention of a cute femme who laughed at his jokes and stupid impressions of the Decepticon hierarchy, closing time rolling around far more quickly than he realised.

The femme went her own way, fun to talk to but... not interested, Slick doing his best to shrug it off. He still had a buzz going, stumbling home, trying to turn the key and grumbling when nothing happened.

"What the...."

There was a sign on the door. 'Evicted. Rent past due.'

"Nah... hang on! No way! I was at least two- uh... one...?" Oh slag... had- had he really fogotten to pay rent? It was ok. He still had the shanix he'd made- uh- what...? He searched his subspace, sinking feeling in his spark as he realised the femme was fleecing him. He'd been too slagging drunk to notice her refling through his subspace, taking anything of value. Just a few rags and bits of rubbish left... well frag.

Slick curled up at the door, ddragging a cheap blanket from subspace, shivering as the cold hit him. He'd find another job... somehow. A place to stay, energon... he'd figure something out.

[ktwritesstuff]

Safe with You (a Spider-Man oneshot)

Title: Safe with You Fandom: Spider-Man films Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Spider-Man x femme reader Word Count: ~5,000 Summary: Spider-Man sneaks into your apartment to teach you a lesson.   Notes: The “You” character is intended to be a plus-size woman, but the physical descriptions are fairly non-specific. Likewise, I think this will work for any of the Spider-Mans, but I am particularly partial to the renaissance of Andrew!Peter. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl Content warning under the cut. 

Tropes & Content Warning: dirty talk, dom/sub, dubcon, oral, p-in-v, roleplay, spanking, toys

Int. New York City. Night.

It was close to 11 in the evening and your building was mostly quiet.  It was one of the benefits of living in an apartment building populated mostly by seniors–your neighbors tended to take their hearing aids out and call it a night after the evening news.  You were just about ready to turn in yourself, curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea, snuggling your tortoiseshell cat, Matilda, struggling to stay focused on the next page of your book.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table and you smiled at the text that illuminated the lock screen.  Tilly sprang to attention, stretching her back as you reached for the phone, firing back a quick thumbs up emoji before rising from the couch to place the phone in the charging dock on the counter.  

“Time for bed,” you announced, pacing down the hall.

You paused in your bedroom doorway.  The window was open and the curtains moved in the breeze; you almost certainly remembered closing it earlier in the evening.  You crossed the room, shutting the window and drawing the curtains closed.  In your peripheral vision, you noticed an unusual shadow in the corner.  

You turned to look and in one impossibly quick motion, the shadow took the shape of a person–a man–pinning you against the wall, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh. Don’t scream,” he warned.  “I’m not going to hurt you.”

In the dim light, the blackness of his figure took on hues of red and blue.  Two large silvery eyes glinted in the streetlight peeking through the curtains.  A face–a mask–you recognized.

“You’re okay,” he said.  “Don’t be scared.”

Your heart was pounding, but you nodded.  He let his hand drop from your mouth.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you said.  “I’ve seen you on TV.  What are you doing in my bedroom?” 

He looked down, chuckled.  His hands slid from your shoulders down your bare arms.  He looked back up.

“Who hasn’t been in your bedroom?” 

“I beg your pardon?” you snapped.  You tried to pull away but he held you by the elbows, his grip impossibly strong.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers.  “Getting your coffee, going to work, meeting your friends for brunch at that little place on West Broadway.”

He moved toward you, pressing his body against yours.  Your mouth was dry.  A bead of sweat rolled down the length of your spine.  

“I see you prancing around in your cute little dresses with your hair and makeup all done.  You want people to look at you, don’t you?  You’re just gagging for someone to follow you home.”

You jumped as he slammed his hand into the wall beside your head. 

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. 

So yes, you occasionally enjoyed wearing black lipstick and lingerie as streetwear, but this was New York. You could prance around Williamsburg in your birthday suit and it would still be the least interesting thing most people saw all day. 

“That’s okay,” Spider-Man said, his tone softening.  “Because I’ve been following you. Looking after you.  You just wear your heart on your sleeve–even 20 stories up I can see it.”

You struggled to wrap your mind around the scenario as adrenaline flooded your body.  Spider-Man was watching you—stalking you. He had broken into your apartment because…you wore skimpy clothes, you liked to flirt, he was worried about you? It might have been sweet if it weren’t so completely fucking crazy. 

The bedroom door creaked open with a soft meow.  

“Shit.”

Tilly padded across the room without a care in the world and began weaving in and out between Spider-Man’s feet, purring loudly.

“Hey, kitty,”  he said, crouching down to pet her.  “Aren’t you a pretty girl?  I just have to borrow your mom for a little bit.”  He picked her up gently and walked her to the doorway to set her down in the hall.  

“Then you can have her right back, I promise.”  He closed the bedroom door and turned his attention back to you.  “Cute cat.”

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers.”  You stared back at him, transfixed.  

“Oh I’m not a stranger,” he deadpanned, leaning casually on the door jamb.  “I’m Spider-Man.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my apartment.”  A statement, not a question.

“I like to keep an eye on the place.  Make sure everything is secure,” he said, the sweetness in his voice dissolving as he spoke.  He moved toward you, towering over you, pushing you against the wall.  “I’m trying to keep you safe.  Which would be a lot easier if you weren’t such a stupid little slut.”

You made a soft, strangled sound in the back of your throat.  Your body was shaking from nerves or something else entirely.  You knew he was strong. He could hurt you if he wanted; if you let him.  

“It’s okay,” he said, taking your hands, holding them between his.  “I’m always going to keep you safe.  You should be grateful.”

“I am,” you stuttered, placating.  “Grateful.  Really, truly grateful.”

He let go of your hands.  You squeezed your eyes shut.

“You know,” he said, sounding strained. You thought maybe he was touching himself, but you didn’t want to look.  Not yet.  “I don’t think I believe you. Maybe you should show me.”

He took your hand, guiding it between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, already half-hard, making you stroke his length until he was fully erect.  

“That’s more like it.”  He took your face in his hand, guiding your gaze up to his face.  “Do you know how many guys I’ve had to beat the shit out of for looking at you sideways?  And you can’t even lock your fucking window?  I mean why bother when you’re just walking them in the front door.”

He moved his hand just under your jaw, applying gentle pressure to the sides of your neck with his fingers.  Your legs felt like jello.  The complete loss of control was frightening and exciting.  The room was spinning and you gripped him harder just to remind yourself of where you were in space.

“You’re so big and strong,” you stammered.  “I’m just so thankful to have you looking after me.  Keeping me safe.”

Spider-Man grabbed your breast through the stretchy fabric of your nightgown, pinching the nipple to hardness.  Still stroking his cock, you wrapped the fingers of your other hand around his wrist, guiding his left hand from your throat to your other breast.  

“You like that?” he said.  

You nodded, panting out a yes as he palmed both breasts with his large hands.  You bit your lower lip in concentration, massaging his cock, running your thumb up the shaft.

“I like it, too,” he said.  “Soft.  Warm.  Heavy.”  

He squeezed your breasts, pressing into you, lifting them off the crest of your belly out from under the neckline of your nightgown to pinch and pull the sensitive nipples.  A knot of pleasure and panic was tightening in your core.  You let your head fall back against the wall with a soft moan.

Spider-Man laughed.  

“Your body loves this.  Think I can get you off just by playing with your tits?”

“I don’t know,” you panted, lifting a hand to his shoulder to steady yourself.  “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” he repeated.  He brought one hand to your face, putting his thumb in your open mouth.  You wrapped your lips around it, sucking instinctively.  The fabric felt like vinyl and tasted sour, but you didn’t care.

“Atta girl,” he said proudly.  “Get on your knees.”

You sank down, grasping his thighs to support yourself as your knees practically buckled at the order.  Your head was swimming as you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock one more time before lapping at the tip and taking him into your mouth.  He held your head–not forcing it, but firm.

“Look at me,” he said.  

Your eyes flickered up to meet his gaze–or what you thought was his gaze behind the mask–as you wrapped your lips around him.  You held the base of his cock with one hand, hollowing your cheeks as your lips slid up and down the shaft.             

“That’s my good girl.”  He ran his fingers through your hair, holding you tight.  

You moved slowly, working your tongue around his girth, flicking the band of tissue on the underside of the shaft with the tip of your tongue.  

“Feels so fucking good.”  He braced himself against the wall with one hand.  “Wish you could see how pretty you look down there, choking on my cock.” 

You moaned around him, stroking your hands down his thighs, scratching at the dense fabrics of his suit with your manicured nails. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel the muscles in his legs flex and you knew he had to be close.  You’d make him come in your mouth and it would all be over.  

Just when you thought you’d be in bed before midnight, he pulled you off of him with a pop.  You whimpered as he dragged you to your feet.  

“Not done with you yet.”  He threw you face down onto the bed, hard enough that you caught air on the bounce.  

As he ripped your panties down you tried to scramble away, but he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed.  You could feel his erection pressing against the small of your back.

“I wanted to do this easy,” he said, grinding his hips into you.  “We could have made sweet, gentle love tonight, but no.  You had to have it rough.”

He shifted his weight over you, releasing your right wrist to slide his hand under your belly, drawing you up onto all fours.  

You gasped as he slipped two fingers into your sopping pussy, curling them upwards, probing deeper without meeting the slightest resistance. 

“You are so fucking wet for me right now,” he said, almost laughing.  He withdrew his fingers and rubbed circles on your back.  “If that’s how hot you get sucking my dick, I can’t wait to see what happens when I fuck that sweet little pussy.”

You panted–desperate for air–as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass and pulled your hair.  Your back arched, dropping your belly toward the bed, aching, needy.

“What do we have here? Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed,” he said.

A strand of webbing shot across the room. Spider-Man yanked a framed picture off your desk, catching it in mid-flight to hold in front of your face. 

“Is that him?  Is that your boyfriend?” 

“Yeah,” you stammered, just barely managing to focus on the frame. 

“What a nerd.”  Spider-Man tossed the frame onto your dresser and grabbed a fistful of your hair.  “I bet he doesn’t touch you like this.   Does he know what a filthy little minx you are?”

He pressed his face close to your ear.

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

He ran a hand down your body to grip your ass. 

“Bad girls need to be punished.  You want to be punished, don’t you?”

He pressed his face into the back of your neck and moved his hands under you, pawing at your breasts, the softness of your belly, the pad of your mons.  You moaned, grinding your ass back against his crotch.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured against your throat.  “Now what do you think I should do with you?”

“Spank me,” you whispered, tentative, unsure.  

“What was that?” He dug his fingers into the delicate flesh of your thigh.

“Spank me, Spider-Man,” you gasped.  

“That’s what I thought you said.”  He sat back, slowly running his hands down your body.

“Remember I don’t want to do this.  But dirty little cock-sucking sluts need to be punished.”

A shudder ran down your spine as you braced yourself for the pain.  The first strike landed with a jolt.  Your elbows buckled under you and you scrambled to bury your face in your pillow to muffle your cry.  Involuntary tears sprung to your eyes as the hot sting bloomed across your ass with each slap.  On the third or fourth sharp blow his hand made contact with your vulva and you shrieked, loud enough that even your downy pillow didn’t have a chance at muffling the sound.  You collapsed on the bed, panting.

“Shh, shh, shh.”  Spider-Man pressed his hand over your mouth.  He lowered himself onto the bed beside you and stroked your hair.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay, but you can’t make that kind of noise.  You want to keep playing, don’t you?”

He wiped a fat tear from your cheek and you nodded, sniffing.  He ran his fingers through the velvety wetness of your swollen labia, his fingers slipping easily inside you. 

“That’s my dreamy, creamy girl.  You liked that, didn’t you?  You want this,” he said, a low husky whisper.  “I need an answer, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you breathed.  What else could you say?  Your body had already given its answer; how could you deny it?  

He sat up and opened the drawer of your nightstand.  “I know you’ve got condoms in here.”  

He pulled the whole drawer out of the nightstand and dumped its contents onto the bed beside you.  Much of it was mundane: Tylenol, tissues, an extra phone charger.  Plus condoms, lube, and your not insignificant collection of toys ranging from your first-ever magic bullet, a glass wand, plugs and dildos in an assortment of shapes and sizes, and a few more powerful vibrators.

“Shit, girl, you a freak.”  

He picked up a tear-drop shaped plug with a chunk of polished rose quartz set in the flared base and held it in front of your face.       

“That’s nice,” he said.  “Never seen one like this before.  You wanna give it a go?”

You whimpered.  The thought of Spider-Man spreading open your tight pucker, stuffing you, plugging you while he fucked you from behind made your whole body shake. 

“Maybe another time,” he tossed it onto the floor.  “You choose.”

He swung one leg over you and twisted your left arm behind your back.  He fanned the toys out next to your face, making sure you could see each one.

“I’m a nice guy,” he said.  “I want you to enjoy yourself.  You show me which one’s your favorite.”

Your face felt hot and flushed.  A wave of exhilaration washed over you–the prospect of being laid bare. Disregarding your self-interest, your dignity just for a moment of pleasure.  You slid your free hand across the bed, wrapping your fingers around the pink and gold Sona.  

“That’s the one,” he said, taking it from your hand and turning it over to find the power button, evidently confused by the design.  “Looks like Birdo–you ever play Super Mario?”

You shook your head, incredulous.

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.  I like video games.  I just got a Nintendo Switch.  I could let you borrow it some time.  I bet you’d really like Animal Crossing–”  

The vibrator whirred to life, surprisingly loud.  

“Player 3 has entered the game.”

He reached between your legs, pressing the tip of the vibrator just over the hood of your clit.      

The strong vibrations pulsed through the whole structure of your clitoris, like electricity sparking and unfolding from the deepest part of your belly.  You buried your face in your pillow as the sensation built and built.  Your toes curled.  The hammock of muscle supporting your pelvis clenched hard–once, twice, maybe more–you lost count as the sensation peaked and you went limp with a long exhale.      

Spider-Man withdrew his hand, sitting back on his heels.  “Was that it?”

You nodded, humming sheepishly. 

“Well that was quick,” he observed.  “Do we keep going?”

The orgasm had washed over you hard and fast, turning your brain to mush as fresh blood rushed to your vulva, leaving the soft folds hot and swollen and desperate.  You nodded again, murmuring something acquiescent.

“Okay,” he said.  “Get that ass back up for me.”  

Spider-Man lifted your hips up off the bed, but the moment he let go, your knees slid out from under you and you crumpled back onto the bed.  He tried once more, but your legs refused to support you.

“Okay,” he sighed.  “Give me a second. I got you, girl.”

He grabbed your densest pillow and slid it under your chest to lift your upper body and wrapped both arms around your midsection.  You heard the thwip thwip of the web shooters as the long strands of web made contact with the ceiling. 

You thought he would tie them off under you to create a sling, but instead he stamped the sticky ends of the webs onto the apron of your belly, lifting the weight up and away from your pelvis.  It was a strange sensation but not uncomfortable, the lift supported across a large enough section of your belly that nothing pinched or dug into your skin while still taking the weight off your knees. 

“How’s that?”  Spider-Man asked, placing his hands on your hips to rock you from side to side. 

He slid one hand through the crevice of your ass.  His thumb pressed against your anus as he slipped his fingers inside you.  Stretching you, massaging you from the inside as he swung you in small, lazy circles. 

“Looks like it’ll hold,” he said.  “Let’s put it to the test.”

He grabbed a condom off the bed and swept the rest of your things onto the floor.        

“Don’t look at me,” he instructed, turning your head so that your gaze was facing the mattress.  “Keep your head down.”    

You guessed he pulled the mask off, at least part way, because you heard the condom wrapper tear while he still had his fingers inside you, so he must have torn it open with his teeth.  

“Stay right there,” he warned, withdrawing his hand.  “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Your body trembled in anticipation as he pressed the head of his thick cock against your entrance.  You whined, trying to grind back into him, needing him inside you, harder, deeper, more.  A hand came down on your already tender ass cheek not as hard as before, but enough to make you yelp.

“I said hold still,” Spider-Man warned, holding your hips firmly in place.  “First you’re going to count to ten and then I’m gonna fuck you hard.  Because that’s what you want.  That’s what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then you better start counting,” he repeated.

“One, two, three–”

“Slower.”  Another smack–more of a pat this time–and you squeaked.

“Four.  Five–”

“Don’t forget to breathe.”  He ran his hands down the arch of your back, exploring the curves of your body slowly, attentively.

“Six…seven…”     

“God you look so fuckable right now.”  

“Eight…”

“Absolutely gorgeous.”  He walked his hands up the bed, his cock pressing a little harder against your opening as he leaned over you.  You could feel your pulse beating in your groin.  You bit your lip, resisting the temptation to press back against him.

“Nine–” As you peered under your arm you could see he had dropped the silver-eyed hood onto the pillow beside you.  You felt his lips against your shoulder, placing soft kisses on your neck.  

His tongue lapped the salty sweat across your shoulder girdle.  You moaned again, luxuriating in the feeling.  He buried his face in the crook of your neck–sucking, biting, kissing–sure to leave a mark, but you were not concerned with that now.  

“That’s my baby girl,” he whispered, close to your ear.  

On your “ten” he thrust into you all at once.  You cried out at the sharp pleasure-pain of being filled hard and fast.  Each thrust felt impossibly deeper, sending ripples of pleasure and heat through your trembling, pliant body.  

With your eyes still pressed closed, you reached behind you, groping for some kind of leverage.  Your fingers tangled in short, thick hair that curled around your fingers.  Not Spider-Man anymore–if only for a moment–he was just a man, your protector.  Yours.  And you were his.  You wanted him to use you, to mark you.  You held him with his mouth against your throat.  You felt like your brain had short-circuited, your mouth hung open in a gasp.   

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded.  He moaned against your skin.  The sound and the vibration of it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.      

You were close to your climax, so close, you just needed a bit more to push you over the edge.  You slid one hand under your body, reaching for your clit.     

He grabbed your hand.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisked.  “You’re coming with just my cock in you.  Don’t care how long it takes–I’ve got all night.”

You didn’t know much about spider-based superpowers, but you didn’t doubt he had it in him.  The image that came to mind of Spider-Man pounding into you until daybreak was enough to push you over the edge.  As your muscles clenched around him, he came inside you and collapsed onto your back.  

The added weight and the sweat of your body proved too much for the impromptu sex swing as you both flopped onto the bed.  Spider-Man spent a long moment, with his face pressed against your back, holding you, breathing against you as your own pulse began to slow with the oxytocin flooding your sex-addled brain.

Finally, he stirred, pressing a hand gently over your eyes.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly.  

You nodded.  

He sat up and climbed out of bed.  You stayed on your stomach, obediently keeping your eyes shut.  You heard him go out into the bathroom–the rustling of the waste basket, the medicine cabinet opening, water running.  He came back out, set something on the nightstand beside you, and crouched down by the bed.  He ran his fingers through your hair as you held your pillow to your chest.

“Hey,” he said, barely more than a whisper.  “You good?”

You sighed and nodded; feeling still and calm.

“I got you some water.  Right here,” he said, taking your hand and placing it on the cool glass resting on the bedside table.  “Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Uh-uh,” you hummed, shaking your head. 

“Okay,” he agreed, touching your arm.  “Just take it slow.”

You heard him rummaging around on the floor, the thunk of the drawer sliding back into your nightstand, and smiled realizing he was cleaning up after himself.  

He leaned over, kissing your temple.  “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You sighed softly, deciding to peek through heavy-lidded eyes just in time to watch him pull on the mask and slip out the window, carefully closing it behind him, becoming Spider-Man once again.

You laid in bed, spending a few moments in complete stillness, before beginning to re-introduce small movements.  You wiggled your fingers and toes, turned your head from side to side, stretched your arms and legs.  Finally, you found the strength to press yourself up to a seat. 

You took a few sips of water from the glass beside the bed.  You scanned your body–sore, but not injured–you placed your feet on the floor experimentally and pushed yourself up to standing.  A bit wobbly, but you’d had worse.  You did your best to straighten the twisted, stretched out jersey fabric of your nightgown, slipping the straps back up your arms.   

You put on your robe and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and splash some water on your face.  You really wanted a shower, but thought you’d better wait until you were more confident that your legs would hold you.  In the mirror you saw a purple bruise already blooming at the crook of your neck–ah, well–this was why God made concealer.    

As you came out of the bathroom, you noticed a familiar figure crouched on the stairs of the fire escape zig-zagging down the side of the building.  You went to the window and opened it to lean out to the alley.

“Peter, are you okay?”

“All good,” he called back, pulling the mask off over his head.  “Just catching my breath.”

“Do you want to come inside?”

He shook his head.  “I think I need a minute to cool off.”

You could see his face was flushed, he was breathing heavily.

“Mind if I sit with you?” 

Peter nodded and you took a seat on the windowsill, propping one foot up on the frame. 

“That was crazy, right?” he said, sliding down the steps to land beside you.  

“That was,” you sighed heavily.  “Fan-fucking-tastic.  I can’t feel my legs.”   

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, looking sheepish and unsure.  “I mean, not more than you wanted.”

“You were amazing,” you said, laying a hand on his arm. 

“Okay,” he sighed.  “I was worried–you screamed really loud.”  

“I was excited,” you laughed.  

“I thought we were gonna wake your neighbors,” Peter teased.  “They’d call the cops and I was going to have to explain to the 81st precinct that my girlfriend has a thing for Spider-Man so I dressed up like this to show her a good time.”

Peter took a seat on the landing and you swung your other leg over the windowsill.  He held your hands as you settled yourself down between his legs.  He wrapped his arms around you as you both gazed out across the skyline.   

“I’m made of pretty tough stuff,” you assured him.  “But I would have safeworded if I needed to.”  

“Okay, good,” he squeezed you a little tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I just wanted to be sure.”

“Thank you for doing this,” you leaned back against him, craning your neck to meet his gaze.  “I had so much fun.  The whole spooky stalker thing was a really nice touch.” 

“You liked that?” he laughed.  “Could you tell I almost lost it when you were like ‘What are you doing in my bedroom?’”  You laughed at his imitation.  “I was like ‘Oh, shit.  How am I gonna play this?’”

“No, I loved it.  You did so good,” you said, squeezing his arm encouragingly.     

“I thought you were gonna slap me,” he laughed.

“I thought about it,” you said, pantomiming the gesture.  “But you said you wouldn’t be into it if I fought back.  So I had to reign it in.”

“Good,” he laughed.  “Because I would have jumped right back out the window.”  

“Well that would have been tragic,” you said.  “I know this was pretty far out of your comfort zone, but I hope you managed to enjoy yourself at least a little bit.”

“Well that was probably the best blowjob ever,” he said.  “I was pretty disappointed to have to cut that short, but–hey–I actually got you to come with just my dick, so I can check that off my bucket list.”  

You laughed.

“I do have one question though,” you said, tugging at the seams of his suit.  “This is like a jumpsuit, right.  How’d you get your dick out without taking the whole thing off?”

“Oh, sometimes I have long nights staking out a bad guy’s lair,” he explained.  “And you gotta stay hydrated, right? Otherwise your legs start cramping, but you can’t take off the suit to go to the bathroom…pee flap.  Boom.  Problem solved.”

“A pee flap?” you repeated, incredulous.  “Aren’t you worried about your dick flying out while you’re swinging around fighting crime?”

“Well, no, cause I added a snap.”

“You added a snap?  What are you, Martha Stewart?”

“Were you or were you not the one who wanted to fuck in the suit?  Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to know the answer.”     

“Yes, baby,” you laughed and ran a hand down his thigh. “You know how much I love having your massive cock inside me.  You make me feel so good.  You take such good care of me.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Peter said.  “Just don’t ask me for another round because I am exhausted.”

“I know,” you said.  “But it’ll be your turn to pick the next date night.”

You turned to look back at him, meeting his soft gaze with a mischievous grin.

“You know I know what you’re going to say, right?”  

He pouted.  “Girl on top?”

“I know you so well,” you teased.

“I’m sorry I prefer more vanilla sex, okay,” he laughed.  “I fight crime.  My back hurts.    Sometimes I just want to lay there and occasionally squish a boob.  I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”

You leaned back into him.  “I didn’t mean that,” you said.  “I love having vanilla sex with you.  I love being your girl on top.  I would do lights-off missionary for the rest of my life if it meant I could do it with you.”

Peter rested his chin on your shoulder and sighed heavily.

“You know,” you said.  “Even I had concerns how things would work out doggy style, but I was so turned on by that point my cervix basically ascended through the roof of my mouth.”  

“Well,” Peter cleared his throat.  “I aim to please.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” you asked.  “Take a nice, hot shower?  We can snuggle if you want, or I could give you a little back rub.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agreed.  “But just a back rub, okay?”  

“You got it.”  You smiled, stepping back through the open window.  “C’mon.”

Back inside, you could hear Tilly yowling and scratching at the door to be let in.  You opened the door for her and she ran to Peter, rubbing against his legs meowing and chirping happily.

“I swear, you’re the only one she’s like this with,” you said.

“Hey, Tilly,” he said, picking her up and hoisting her over his shoulder.  “I’m sorry I had to lock you out.  You know you can’t be in the bedroom during sexy time.  You get too excited and attack my balls.”

“That happened one time,” you laughed.

“Once was enough,” Peter glared at you, setting Tilly down on the bed.

“At least you know if I bring another man in here, she’s going to bite their balls.”

You picked up the photo on your nightstand–the two of you at the High Line posing in front of a mural.  You were smiling at the camera Peter was holding in his outstretched hand, but he was gazing back at you, pulling a face to make you laugh.  You replaced the frame in its designated spot at your desk.

“Hey, you know I didn’t mean any of that shit I said to you, right?” he said.  

“No, I know,” you assured him.  “And you know I don’t actually want a masked vigilante to break into my apartment and fuck me without enthusiastic consent, right?”

“Of course,” Peter nodded.  

“It’s just fun to pretend things are dangerous when you know it’s really safe,” you said.  “Like a roller coaster or a haunted house.  I always feel safe with you.”     

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

[borrovved]

warned you p.sh

pairing: tutor!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: smut, but at most suggestive for now

wc: 3k

warnings: mature content, cursing, mentions of erection, mentions of casual sex, y/n saying she’s screwing someone’s dad but she doesn’t lmfao

synopsis: y/n needs to pass calculus, and sunghoon needs to get laid

part 1/???

You were going to your snobby and strict private school, just walking to the beat of Sunmi blasting in your headphones. The pigtails got in the way of the headphones but you made it work. You were aiming for the cutesy innocent look today, regardless of if your whole grade thought you were some harlot. You’d rather call yourself a femme fatale, but what you’re really trying to reclaim as a raging bratty feminist is a bimbo.

Bimbos definitely need to keep their head up high with confidence, but seeing the latest AP calculus quiz on your desk with its 37% marked in red severely irked you in that it made you feel dumb, and not the good kind, the very small and insignificant kind. Bimbos don’t like feeling like that. You twirled your pigtail in your hand and tried to keep a neutral expression, holding in the heavy sigh you so badly need to exhale out. That’s when you heard it.

“How did she manage to score that low?” someone snickered.

“All that time spent on her back and not at a desk really paid off.” another person snickered. You really wanted to say you’ve actually got railed by their dad on his desk and that you’re quite adaptable on where you do it, but you didn’t wake up and choose violence today...and plus the teacher would’ve sent you to the office. Giving them attention would just fuel the fire that you can’t put out when you’re up against slut shaming vermin when you’re only a team of one. The bell rang, signaling your next class and before you were able to stand up and go, you were asked to stay for a few minutes afterwards along with someone else. That someone else being Park Sunghoon. You and Sunghoon walked to the desk of your teacher and stood before her.

“Now Y/N, I know that you haven’t been doing well in class so I decided to pair you up with Sunghoon as your tutor. I feel as though you would have great improvement after a few study sessions, considering big chapters are coming up to wrap up the semester, and now is the best time more than ever to get some aid that I can’t provide.” You peek over to Sunghoon and he glances at you briefly before looking back at the teacher.

“Is this mandatory?” you ask.

“If you want to pass this class, I strongly recommend that you let him help you. An alternative explanation could help.” You really had no other choice but to nod your head yes and go along with it.

“Good. Now that both of you are informed, hurry along before you’re late to your next class.” After both of you scurry out of the room, you walk ahead to your next class and feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon, but you already knew that.” he says awkwardly while he hands you a post it note in neat handwriting. You eye it, then look up.

“You’re giving me your number?” you ask. He nods.

“Texting is the most efficient way to communicate with me since I have ice skating practice and student council related things to do.” he iterates. Before you even say a word, Sunghoon is already off to his next class, but you don’t miss the way he turns around to wave at you and yells “Text me!” in the hallway. You’ve gotten many stares before, from the way you carry yourself and from the way you purposely pull your uniform skirt higher because you think it would look best as a mini skirt, but this time, you heard whispers.

“Why is he talking to her?”

“Must be doing charity work.”

You smile. You can’t wait to tell your best friend Sunoo what just happened at lunch.

-

“The ice prince is doing what now?” Sunoo says with fruit gummies in his mouth.

“He’s helping me with calculus. And gave me his number.” you say while grabbing for a piece of candy to which Sunoo lets you grab a few.

“So…what’s the plan here?” Sunoo says with an eyebrow raised.

“I’ll text him right now and have some fun.”

“You whore! What do you mean have some fun?” Sunoo asked not subtly with his booming voice.

You roll your eyes. “You know the drill. I think he’s an easy target. I’ll be my cute charming self and see what happens.”

“You mean you’ll be a man eater and devour that poor innocent boy whole?” 

“You know me so well.” you say, grinning ear to ear. You whip out your phone and compose a text.

You: Hey Sunghoon, it’s Y/N, are you free after school today?

Unknown: Hey, and yes. Where would you like to study?

You: I’m more comfortable at my house where there’s less distractions. The library is too quiet for me and I like some white noise.

Sunoo peeks over your shoulder and says, “He responds fast.”

You smile, “Right?”

You start typing right away, but notice the three dots before you get to send anything.

Unknown: Sounds good, I’ll meet you after school :)

Sunoo gasps. “A smiley? A smiley!” You giggle at his reaction.

“It’s just an emoticon silly.” you say.

“It’s going to be water droplets and eggplants soon though.” Sunoo said in a sing song voice. You can’t help but laugh at your easily giddy best friend. You had big, big plans to get your prey, and you were going to have your fun in the process of passing calculus while you’re at it.

-

English literature wasn’t the most fun class in the world with talking about MacBeth and all, however, the fun part was daydreaming about Sunghoon. You have fancied the boy for the longest time casually but thought he was a little too vanilla for you. And you don’t like admitting it, a little too good for you with being a smart hardworking boy with his head on steady shoulders while yours just bobbled to whatever. Anyhow, you needed danger. A little spice, and everything delectably nice. He didn’t seem the type to be rough enough.

He was however tall, lean, and achingly adorable. Handsomely crafted, so soft spoken, and knew when to shut up unlike every boy you’ve slept with thus far. He’s a nice target. 

The bell rang, and you were quite surprised to see Sunghoon standing by your locker while you’re on your way there.

“Sunghoon!” you say cheerfully, making sure there was a bounce in your step, very glad you’re not wearing a bra today. For some reason the air conditioning wasn’t working today at school so you used this as an excuse to unbutton a few buttons earlier on your white crisp button up. You can see very clearly Sunghoon gulp and you can’t help but do your eye smile at this, and he does a soft grin in return.

“How did you figure out where my locker was?” you say as you tilt your head. Sunghoon couldn’t help but think the simple gesture of a head tilt was so charming. 

He shrugs. “I was going to text you but I knew you would be in class, so I looked at some documents to find out which locker it was. You know, student council perks.” 

“Ah.”

“Please don’t find it creepy.”

“I won’t, you dork.” You bend over to reach your locker since it was on the bottom row. Sunghoon stepped aside to let you open your locker, and his breath hitches in his throat. Seeing the back of your thighs in a skirt that was hiked up higher than it was supposed to was bewitching. He felt like he was in a trance and lingered his eyes on your legs for quite a while. Your skirt was just at the edge of the curvature of your ass, leaving some to the imagination but not much. You knew exactly what you were doing. You had many cheap tricks up your sleeve, and you were going to use them to your advantage. You could practically feel his gaze on you and you can’t help but smirk as you grab your calculus textbook along with your pencil bag, still bent over taking your time putting the items in your backpack. Sunghoon knows he has to stop staring or otherwise this won’t look good for him.

“Ready to go?” you say with a smile. It takes a moment for him to process what just happened and he’s all the while wondering how did your legs not hurt when you didn’t crouch to the ground all the way.

“Of course.”

-

The walk to your home was pleasant, you looked down at your shoes often and Sunghoon mapped out what sections you two were to go over in the textbook, including the homework that was assigned today. You asked him how his classes went and he responded after pausing to mull over his thoughts.

“It’s okay. Nothing exciting happened other than right now.” he says, looking at you while giving you his undivided attention. You can’t help but admire the beauty that is Sunghoon. His soft looking hair that frames his face nicely and the way he has his hands shoved into the pockets of his uniform slacks make him look so boyishly handsome and breathtaking.

It takes a moment for you to respond. “What about right now is so exciting?”

He gently smiles and looks away from you. “I don’t tutor people often. Every once in a while I get asked to help students about a few things but never really spend enough time with them to consider it tutoring. And the change of pace on how I manage my time is much needed. I don’t interact with different people often, so this is...nice.”

Your heart races as the clouds take over the blue sky slowly. You notice just how pretty the cute moles on his face are as your gaze lingers on them for a bit. He does that stupid charming smile that makes you giddy and you blush, picking up the pace. You start turning while walking backwards just to give him your undivided attention.

“We should walk faster, Sunghoon. It might start drizzling.”

-

Both of you entered your home and took your shoes off at the front door. Sunghoon took a quick glance at your home, to which he said “this is a cozy house.” You tell him your bedroom is the coziest spot in the house, and let him trail behind you as you go up the stairs, and he doesn’t miss the way your pretty and dainty hand smooths over the railing as you walk up. Entering your room, he noticed the pink canopy bed right away, and the pink heart shaped pillow on it. There were so many details in just one spot, with the floral comforter and lights attached to the tulle. It was pretty and graceful. Light and airy. Soft.

“You can sit on the bed. Let me get changed out of this uniform, it’s so hot in this blazer.” you say as you start to strip in front of your closet, looking away from Sunghoon. Now, Sunghoon doesn’t see himself as a pervert, so therefore, when he noticed you unbuttoning your white button up and could only see the smoothness of your back and notice there was no bra in sight, his cheeks flushed. He quickly turned the other cheek and looked anywhere else but you. Unfortunately, perhaps fortunately, you had a full length mirror with fake pink roses running along its sides across your room. Sunghoon tried really, really hard to look at the curve of the pink petals and not at the curve of your breasts when you turned to the side slightly, but he failed so horribly. He could see himself and his cheeks were beet red. The bulge in his pants was so noticeable too. He quickly placed his backpack on his lap and winced at how heavy it was against him. Why did that kinda feel good?

You turn around wearing your school uniform skirt still but this time with a bright red crop top and of course, no bra. Sunghoon is dying and he can’t help but stare at how prominent your nipples are through the thin material. You take the pigtails down and he loves the way your hair cascades down your shoulders once it’s out of its confines of a scrunchie. He blinks once, twice, many times. Maybe if he sees only the back of his eyelids long enough he will stop picturing you naked. It doesn’t work, and you just stand with your hands on your hips and a lilt to your voice.

“Are you thirsty?” you say sweetly, knowing your tricks are working.

“Uh, y-yeah. Do you have water? Can I have water please?” Sunghoon is so precious.

“Of course you can.”

-

You really are a chintzy whore at best. Your excuse for not sitting at the desk of your room to study was that there was only one comfy study chair, and that you didn’t feel like bringing the dining room chair upstairs. That’s understandable, right? You could’ve however used the chair at your vanity, but that’s just a padded stool with no back to it. Wouldn’t want you or Sunghoon to forget and lean back too far and fall to your doom. So you told Sunghoon that you would rather study in your bed.

You played a little playlist in the background, something mellow and soft and not too distracting. Every once in a while Sunghoon will ask what song it is, and you respond with a chipper in your voice.

“Oh, this one is Sex and Sadness by Madi Sipes and the Painted Blue!”

“That’s one hell of a title.” he chuckles.

“It sure is. The lyrics are so...pretty? I can’t put it into words. The part where it talks about ‘stained glass loved lace’ gets me every time. And ‘whispering words into the singer’s skin.’ It’s romantic.” Sunghoon notices how there’s a certain dazzling feature in your eyes as you talk about the song. He wants to stare in your eyes, but alas you have to finish this one problem. Sunghoon prioritizes responsibilities over such silly, frivolous things that only he notices.

“So tell me how you’re going to solve this problem.” Sunghoon says swiftly while grabbing the glass of water on your nightstand.

You stare at the problem and try your best to concentrate. You really do. But you can’t help the way Sunghoon’s hand looks lazily placed on his thigh. Without much thought, you trace a finger on the back of his hand and say, “Your hands are so veiny.”

“Y/N.”

“And big.”

Well that’s a first, Sunghoon thinks. He knows he’a good looking, a bunch of girls swoon over him at school and at the rink all the time. The most common compliment he gets is on his eyes, and maybe hair, but not on his hands of all things. You’re fascinated by them, and you won’t stop tracing along the veins. Your touch sets his skin ablaze, and it doesn’t seem like you’re finishing this problem any time soon.

“Let’s take a break. I think you’re getting distracted because your brain is all fried.” Sunghoon says softly, still letting you continue playing with his hand.

“I’m getting distracted because I have a pretty boy in my bed.” you giggle. You finally look up and see how pink his cheeks are from blushing.

He starts to stammer “You’re the one that wants to study in your bed!” His voice is a little pitched and you can’t contain your laughs. 

“Do you want to move to the desk then?” you ask.

He shakes his head and mumbles a “no.” A few moments pass and you almost didn’t hear what he says next because it’s under his breath.

“I’ve never been called pretty before.”

“Gasp.” you say, lightheartedly.

“No but like, I’ve been called handsome, smart, a little weird, but not pretty.” Sunghoon replies. A moment of silence passed, and you started to ponder.

“There’s a song called Pretty Boy in my playlist somewhere.”

You go over to your laptop and click on The Neighbourhood song. You sway your hips gently and get lost into the music. Sunghoon just gazes at you as you move along to the steady pulse of the music and let the melodies feel you instead of the other way around. You do a little twirl and waltze your way to your bed, grabbing his hand.

“Dance with me.”

He obliged, wordlessly.

He takes in the words of the lyrics and closes his eyes. If he can’t see how close he is to you right now, it feels less real. It feels less scary. Not that you’re scary, Sunghoon doesn’t think girls with pink heart shaped pillows are scary. What’s scary is you laughing at his boner because he hasn’t been this close to a girl before since a random winter formal he had in grade school. The girl wasn’t all that nice since she dipped to dance with his friend. You’re much softer and nice. More delicate. You even smell nicer. God, your little hands enclosed together behind his neck and his big hands on your waist feels too good to be true. He can feel your gaze on him.

“Sunghoon, open your eyes.” He does, and his breath hitches and you look down, because you definitely feel something poking you and it wasn’t there before.

“I have to go, I have a curfew and it’s getting late, I’ll walk myself out.”

“Sunghoon I can at least walk you down-“

“No, seriously. I can go by myself. Thank you though.”

He’s so wide eyed and his cheeks are so rosy and he dashes away like his life depends on it. And you didn’t even get to kiss him.

[bestiesenpai]

ashnikko demidevil inspired blurbs

I just took lines from ashnikkos demidevil album and made little blurbs with whatever gave me inspo :) femme reader sometimes gender neutral in some spots, everyone is 18+

Content warnings: yandere-ness, stalking, mentions of heat(but not a/b/o), dubcon, master title(?), light angst? But it’s well deserved, blood

I don’t need a man I need a puppy, allergic to you every time you touch me -

Babysitting your friend's new puppy hybrid wasn’t a task you’d originally wanted. She had gotten him fairly recently, only to jet away to an impromptu vacation, leaving you the sole caretaker of the very large hybrid.

The only problem was you were allergic to dogs. Nothing terrible, but if he stayed around you too long, you’d start to get hives. And he understood that, politely keeping his distance as he roamed around your home.

“Getou, I’m home!” You announced after a long day of work, throwing open the front door only to be assaulted by a harsh musk in the air.

“Master!” Within moments of you kicking the door closed you were pounced on by the giant puppy that had been staying with you for a while. Your back hit the door hard but that wasn’t what you were focused on.

“G-Getou! What’re you doing?!” Your face was aflame not only from embarrassment but from the strong waves of heat rolling off his body. Getou had slid to his knees on the floor and shamelessly shoved his face into the crotch of your pants, his nose bumping right at your slit through your clothes.

“Master please...help…” He whined pitifully, rutting his hips against your leg. It was almost comical, the way he was hunched over you trying desperately to get stimulation to his leaking cock dangling between his legs.

Muddling through the murky memories of what your friend had told you about Getou, it took a few minutes to remember that she had mentioned something about him possibly going into heat.

“Are you…” It only took a glance down at his sweaty body covered only in a t-shirt to affirm that he was indeed in heat. He whined again, nearly sobbing as the harsh material of your bottoms rubbed against his sensitive cock. “What do I need to do?” The question made Getou’s head fly up, and the usual smirk on his face was gone, replaced with glassy eyes and quivering lips.

“I-I know you don’t like dogs but- but could you please just touch me?” Rubbing his face against your hip, Getou looked at you again. His hair and the fur on his ears was frizzy no doubt from sweat and his lips looked like he’d been biting them.

“Scoot back, puppy.” Placing a hand on his forehead, you gently pushed him back. The heat on Getou’s face was scalding, washing over him in a bright blush. Begrudgingly letting you go, Getou sat back on his knees, shoulders hunched but still managing to take up a good amount of space.

“Please help.” Balling up the edges of his shirt, Getou tucked the fabric under his chin and presented himself to you. His skin had a pale red flush, chest heaving and abs tight from trying to contain himself. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, leaking a generous amount of precum down the thick shaft.

“Puppy.” You said the word softly, and a warmth settled between your legs at seeing him look at you from under his lashes. The intense pheromones in the air were triggering your allergies and there was only one surefire way of getting rid of them.

“Master!” Getou choked out as another gush of precum rolled down his cock and his tail thumped against the ground as he writhed a little in agony. “Hurry, please!”

“Let’s go to the bedroom, puppy, it’ll be easier to help you there.” You’d thought about taking him to the couch, but the bed would be more comfortable in the long run.

And you didn’t need to utter the phrase twice. Getou leaped from the ground, his long tail swishing excitedly as he grabbed your wrist and ran to the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he stripped himself in an instant.

“I-I’ll try not to be too rough, master.” He mumbled, climbing over you just as you’d started shrugging off your jacket. Nearly crushed by his entire body weight, Getou made sure to slide his cock right against your clothed cunt, rutting hard against you as soon as he could. “Unless you want it like that.”

I don’t need a man I need a rabbit, I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate -

Get a bunny hybrid, they said. It’ll be fun, they insisted. Bunnies are so cute and nice, they repeated over and over. Well yours surely wasn’t.

“Gojo! Get over here!” You were at your boiling point. All day Gojo had been causing mischief, leaving food out, popping out from behind corners and furniture and scaring you, pulling on your hair and clothes, asking never ending questions.

“Yes?” The lanky bunny hybrid with long white ears waltzed into the kitchen, not wearing his trademark dark glasses and leaving his bright blue eyes on display.

“What the fuck is this?” Glaring harshly at him, you pointed to the floury mess smeared on the kitchen counters and wall. It looked like he’d attempted to make some kind of dough but had given up halfway.

“Wasn’t me.” Gojo shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Then who could it be, because it wasn’t me and we’re the only ones here.” Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you glowered at his careless expression and slouched body. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here presented with the mess he’d undoubtedly made.

“Dunno.” He shrugged again, scratching behind his ear and avoiding eye contact with you.

“Gojo, clean it up.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath.

“I didn’t do it!” Stamping his feet, Gojo shook his head and his ears flopped side to side.

“I’m not playing these games anymore! Just do what I ask for once!” It was a constant back and forth with the two of you, and while you had plenty of sweet moments to outweigh the bad, sometimes it wasn’t enough.

“(Y/N), c’mon!” Gojo whined and threw his head back. Staring at each other for a few minutes, your blood pressure only rose the longer he remained immobile.

“One.” You drew the word out, and Gojo’s head snapped to attention. Waiting a breath, he didn’t move any further.

“Two.” Saying it even slower this time, you could just barely see the twitch of his little puffball tail.

“Th-”

“Alright, I’ll clean it up!” Shooting over to the counter, Gojo huffed and puffed. “Even though it totally wasn’t me.”

“Whatever, the kitchen better be sparkling before I go to sleep.” Leaving the mess behind, you avoided Gojo for the rest of the day and didn’t see him as you got ready for bed. Checking the kitchen one last time, it was indeed back in pristine condition.

Going to sleep without saying goodnight to the pouty bunny you’d seen sulking in his room, you went to sleep alone. More often than not Gojo would sleep in bed with you, but whenever the two of you were snippy with each other he would sleep alone.

A hot, wet tongue between your legs roused you from sleep. You were absolutely sweating beneath the blankets that were drawn up to your chin and there was a Gojo sized lump underneath them.

“G-gojo…” Breathing deeply to try and push the sleepy fog from your mind, his name ended in a high whine as his tongue flicked against your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, Gojo sucked on the bud, keeping your legs spread out across his shoulders.

He got you to cum fairly quickly, having aroused you enough in sleep that when you awoke you were already on the brink. Squeezing his head between your thighs as you came on his tongue, you shuddered at the deep groan he let out.

“Ya know (Y/N),” He started, voice muffled by the blankets before he threw them off and sat up, “I’ve been thinkin’.” Settling between your legs, Gojo kept your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over.

“Ab-about what?” Your mind was dizzy with pleasure, eyes only just able to focus on Gojo’s face above you. Even though this was the first time you two were doing something like this it still felt natural. Something you’d have to talk about in the morning, but natural nonetheless.

“You’re always so fucking snippy all the time-”

“Hey!”

“I wasn’t finished! You’re snippy all the time and you always get on my back for the stupidest shit.” He giggled at the glare you gave him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I’ve found the perfect solution to that!”

There wasn’t a chance to question him on what he meant. Gojo lined up his cock and pushed into your cunt, easily sliding in and bottoming out in one go. You hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it properly, but you knew it was easily the biggest you’d ever had.

“This is your solution?” You half panted, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s shoulders and whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

“Yeah.” He was breathless as well, biting his lip as he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped his hips against yours. “I figure what better way to change your attitude than to fuck it out of you.” Grabbing onto your ankles, Gojo leaned nearly chest to chest with you.

His forehead brushed against yours, his snowy white hair tickling you. He did a few experimental half thrusts, getting the feel for the angle he was in and making any minor adjustments.

“And luckily for you, (Y/N), I’m a rabbit.” Immediately, Gojo picked up the pace of his hips, jackhammering into you at an insane speed and quite possibly bruising your hips in the process.

“Gojo!” Your voice caught in your throat at the sudden change, your body being folded in half and crushed into the mattress.

Gojo smirked at your shocked expression, dropping one hand to rub your clit. You let out a sharp cry, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your walls clamped down on him in an instant, making the drag of his cock just a fraction slower.

“I can go all night if I have to.”

Make your man call me daddy -

Was Itadori a little nervous? That went without saying, yes, he was very nervous. This was the first time he’d worn lingerie in public, hidden under his clothes but with the possibility of someone seeing if he bent over the wrong way.

He kept tugging down his hoodie and pulling up his pants, making sure no one saw the lacy thong he’d put on. He had on a bra as well, a lacy little number that was truly just a few tiny pieces of fabric sewn together.

Not to mention the prostate massager currently buried snugly in his ass, vibrating at random with varying intensities. Itadori almost regretted purchasing it as another powerful vibration went through him and nearly made him fall over in the street. But he didn’t want to let you down, so he endured the torture.

“I’m back.” Practically crawling through the threshold of the door, Itadori was nearly in tears at being back in the safety of your shared apartment. He had barely managed to complete all the tasks you’d given him, the little white plastic bag in his fingers crumpled to death with how strong his grip was.

“In here.” You called out from the bedroom and Itadori followed the sound until he got to you. Lounging at the foot of the bed, you looked nearly innocent with your legs crossed and foot swinging daintily.

Itadori didn’t speak as he entered the room, hovering by the doorway for a moment before fully entering and standing in front of you, head down and looking at your sock clad feet.

“How was it, baby?” Your question made him flinch and a hot burning washed over his face.

“I- it was- something.” He sighed, glancing up to see your quizzical expression for a fleeting moment.

“Did you keep it on like I told you to?”

“Of course!” Itadori nodded immediately, already grasping the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off to reveal the bra underneath, the fabric stretched tight against the barrel of his chest.

“Look at your nipples, they’re so cute.” You cooed, reaching up to press your finger onto one. It was perfectly perky, pebbled from the stimulation of rubbing against lace. Itadori shivered and leaned into your touch, biting his lip to stem any too loud moans.

Taking your hand away, your eyes flicked down to his pants and he quickly removed those as well.

“Oh baby, you shoulda told me you came! You made such a big mess!” It wasn’t surprising in the slightest to see the absolute mess of sticky cum smeared across Itadori’s cock, the thong he had on and his thighs.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want the fun to end.” He pouted, fully kicking off his pants and tossing them to the side with his hoodie.

“I bet the toy felt real nice, huh?” Sparing him a lecture, you reached out and swiped your finger through the cum coating the tip of Itadoris cock. He jolted at the contact, letting out a high whine and pressing his thighs together.

“Y-yeah, it did.” He managed to answer, somehow staying steady on his feet through the near overstimulation he was in. Gathering a bit of cum on your fingers, you presented it to him and Itadori obediently bent down, taking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Good boy.” You grinned, running your free hand through his hair and letting him nuzzle into you. “Go pick out which toy you want next, you deserve a reward.” Freeing your fingers, Itadori bolted to the dresser drawer where you kept the toys.

“I choose this one.” In his hands was his favorite toy, a strap-on you’d bought together at a local sex shop.

“Alright, lay on the bed.” Taking the toy from him, you watched him lay down just like you’d taught him: face down in the pillows with his ass presented high in the air. Running a hand over his ass, you smiled down at him. “You’re being such a good boy today, baby.”

“Thank you.” Itadori replied, mouth muffled by the pillows as he tried to make eye contact with you. Quirking your head to the side, you gave him a silent look and he flushed, ears tinging a deep rouge. Licking his lips, Itadori looked away for a moment before shuffling a bit to make better eye contact with you. “Thank you, daddy.”

You don’t ever cross my mind, what’s a sheep to a tiger? -

It was laughable that he thought he was being so secretive, like you couldn’t tell you were being stalked when all you could feel were his eyes watching you at all times.

You’d already changed the locks after you caught him following you home.

Your curtains were always drawn closed, but that didn’t stop him from lurking outside, his shadow a constant presence outside your bedroom and bathroom windows.

You couldn’t even count the amount of unknown phone numbers you’d had to block in the past month alone along with deleting voicemails that only had slightly shaky breathing on the other side.

As far as stalkers went, Okkotsu Yuta wasn’t that great. You’d only briefly met him once at a meeting with other sorcerers and he had appeared weak and spineless before you, barely able to make eye contact despite his vast power.

“Fuck, you again?” You groan, seeing Yuta waiting by your door as you waltzed back from a run to the convenience store.

“H-hello.” His voice is just as meek as ever. You’ve seen him be confident and assured before when he didn’t know you were in the room, but as soon as he saw you it was like he became a totally different person and lost even the will to speak.

“Get a fucking job.” Not in the mood to entertain him, you slid closer to your front door. You weren’t scared about possibly having to get physical with him, you could surely hold your own against a grown man who actively stepped back as you got closer.

Worrying his lip and wringing his hands together, Yutas eyes darted everywhere, from the small plastic bag in your hand to your outfit and finally settling atop your head. His breathing was loud and unsteady and there was a light blush coating his cheeks.

“Are you just going to keep standing there like a loser?” Glaring at him, you sneered as his blush got deeper and there was a subtle squeeze in his thighs. “What do you even want? Gonna try to give me more flowers?”

“No.” Yuta answered immediately, the bitter memory of you stomping on the bouquet he bought you fresh in his mind.

“Then what? What does a little sheep like you want?” Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently.

“I-I just-” Blinking rapidly, there were a million thoughts going through Yutas head. He couldn’t find the words and his mouth was running dry. He nearly collapsed seeing you sigh and shake your head, about to fish out your keys and walk right past him. “W-wait!”

“What?”

“Do you- I just have to know, (Y/N), do you ever think about me like how I think about you?” Yuta looked so hopeful it was morphing into sick desperation in his features. His brows were knitted together so tightly that you knew there’d be lingering wrinkles there.

“Okkotsu.” Saying his name firmly and squaring your shoulders, you stared right into his eyes with a fierce look on your face. This was the first time you were ever making eye contact and to say it made you sick to your stomach was an understatement.

“Yes?” He whispered, licking his lips nervously.

“I have never thought about you in that way.” His smile fell as you spoke, and you could see his heart break behind his eyes. “In fact, any time I think of you I get sick. You disgust me.”

“Darling-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him back as he tried to reach out and touch you. “Get the hell away from me and leave me alone, you’re pathetic and gross.”

“I love you! I love you so much, please!” Falling to his knees, Yuta reached his hands out to you, hoping you’d take them and soothe his soul from the pain you’d just inflicted.

“I’d rather be swallowed by a curse than have you as a lover.” The scornful look you sent Yuta made him physically wither away, flinching at the red hot anger brewing just beneath the surface. “Besides, I’m pretty sure people in love don’t stalk each other.”

“Darling...please…” There were tears dripping down his face that just made him look worse. Scoffing one last time at him, you shoved your key into the lock and swung open your front door.

“Okkotsu, if I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I’ll kill you myself. Rika be damned.” With those parting words, you slammed the door closed and locked it swiftly, immediately heading to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol. You surely needed a drink or three after dealing with the headache that was Okkotsu Yuta.

Just as you took the first sip, a ding sounded on your phone, an indication of a text.

“Oh brother.” Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was from.

(Unknown number): I’ll never give up on you, I’ll love you until the very end

Blocked, deleted. Time for another drink.

I’m crazy but you like that -

Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do.

But why did it feel like the worst decision you’d ever made?

He was brash, controlling over every part of your life, demanding your undivided attention at all times. He claimed he only wanted what was best for you, but the final straw in your relationship came when you caught him installing a hidden camera in your bedroom. He was far too casual when he said the last one had broken.

So you had no choice but to break it off. Sukuna had taken it well at the time, calmly and silently grabbing the things he had over at your place and leaving with only a curt goodbye. And since then, you hadn’t seen him.

Emphasis being on seen.

His presence was still very much felt in your life. There was mail addressed to him showing up at your place. You’d get random unknown numbers calling you throughout the week, sometimes with voices you didn’t recognize trying to ask you questions and other times it was silent on the other line until whoever called hung up.

But all the strange occurrences were beginning to add up and it was starting to feel like Sukuna had never left in the first place. All the times you came home to a tidy front entryway when you knew you’d left in shambles before heading to work. The way your shower products seemed to diminish quicker even though you hadn’t changed your routine. And sometimes, you woke up in the middle of the night to a shadow just outside your window, darting away just before you could properly get up.

Changing the locks on your front door and adding locks on all the windows you could had given you much needed peace of mind. The strange things inside your house had stopped. There wasn’t anything you needed to purposefully ignore now. You could sit up a little straighter, breathe a little easier.

Waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, your mind was far away from reality. Thoughts of Sukuna were the last things on your mind, clouded with sleep and just ready to melt under the covers again.

Returning to your bedroom, however, you noticed a figure sitting on the bed that wasn’t there before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Sukuna. Floundering back against the wall, a scream caught in your throat.

“The bed’s getting cold, angel. Come lie back down.” Sukuna said, a deranged smile on his face. His eyes were wide, drinking in your shaking form wildly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You whispered, clutching the doorframe as you stumbled to it.

“I had to see my baby, I’ve been missing you.” Breathing hard through his nose, Sukuna patted the bed. “Come here, lemme look at you. It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.”

“N...no. No!” Shaking your head, your own pupils were blown wide in fear. You watched every miniscule movement Sukuna made, from his breathing to how his fingers twitched. “Get out of here before I call the cops!”

“Aw, call the cops? But, how will you do that? Your phone is broken.”

“What?” Following Sukunas pointing finger, you gasped when you saw your phone smashed to bits on the floor by his feet.

“Now c’mere.” Patting the bed a little harder, Sukuna’s smile wavered. “You know I don’t like asking twice.”

“Sukuna please- please just leave.” There were hot tears burning your lash line, begging to be blinked away, but you refused to close your eyes. The smile on Sukuna’s face fell and rose again rapidly as whatever thoughts he had swirled in his head.

“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand.” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna stood up and stalked over to you.

“Don’t touch me!” You finally screamed but it was too late to try and fight him off. Sukuna grabbed your upper arm tightly and dragged you away from the door and to the bed. “Let me go, Sukuna! You’re crazy!”

“Crazy? Ha!” He barked, flopping back onto the bed and forcing you to straddle his lap. Slapping a hand onto your ass, Sukuna grabbed your jaw and tilted your face toward him. “If being in love with you makes me crazy, then so be it.” Staring at your face, Sukuna had a softer smile now. It was still unsettling, especially close up, and the way his eyes barely blinked had you on edge. “But don’t pretend you don’t like it at least a little bit.”

Wanna see me switch, get psycho like they say I am-

Your new boyfriend Nanami said he was just a salaryman, and why wouldn’t you believe him? He wore freshly pressed business suits everyday, sometimes carried around a briefcase, had the usual 9 to 5 schedule and always grumbled if he ever had to work overtime. Occasionally he met you for lunch and there he’d demand to talk about anything other than the work he did.

He never gave you the impression that he was anything but that, anything other than what he said he was. Whenever the two of you went out on dates, he was either getting off work or wore long sleeves.

This was the first time you were going to go over to his place for a date. Your relationship was starting to progress more romantically and while he’d seen the outside of your home after dropping you off from a date, this was the first time either of you would be in such a closed intimate setting.

His apartment was in a much more luxurious building than you’d first imagined. There was a doorman that had let you in, someone waiting at the front desk and even the elevator was luxurious with rich dark wood.

“Nanami, I’m here!” You called as you approached the door. Raising your fist to knock, you were surprised to see it cracked open, and there were loud noises just inside. Taking a moment to see if anyone had noticed your announcement, you took a chance and pushed open the door.

The entryway was beautifully decorated with Nanami’s shoes lined up neatly by the door. Just looking at the hallway, you could tell he had hired someone to decorate for him.

“Nanami?” You called again, hovering by the door. Whatever sound was in the other room paused for a moment, only to resume again in a more fervent way. “H-hello?” Sneaking down the hall, you came to the entryway to the lounge room and nearly collapsed.

The bloody, unconscious body was what you noticed first, followed by the blood stains speckled about the hardwood floor and reaching the walls. You saw Nanami second, standing over the body in what was once a plain white t-shirt now stained crimson. Third were the tattoos crawling up his arms, rich blacks and reds embedded into his flesh.

“You’re here early. How’d you get in?” Nanami asked in his usual monotone voice, only slightly breathless as he looked you over. He seemed unfazed by your sudden appearance, happy even, a small smile ticking up on the side of his mouth.

“The- the door was open.” You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t possibly look Nanami in the eye, not with the way he looked so calm while standing over a body you were pretty sure was going cold. There was dark blood on his hands, nearly mixing in with his tattoos.

“Silly me, must not have pushed it closed all the way.” Chuckling to himself, Nanami straightened up and stepped over the body, taking a few steps over to you only to stop when he saw you scurry back. “(Y/N), don’t act like that.” He sighed like he was talking to a child.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You said, voice shaking more than you would have liked.

“Just doing a bit of overtime, that’s it.” Nanami shrugged indifferently, taking another step toward you.

“I thought you said you were a salaryman. What kind of overtime is this?” As he took more steps toward you, you stepped back until you hit the wall.

“I am a salaryman.”

“For the yakuza or something?!” It was a shot in the dark, really. You had no reason to believe he was in a gang other than the familiar tattoos that you’d seen on the news and the blood everywhere.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” He confirmed it with a straight face and you could tell he wasn’t lying. Nanami wasn’t one to lie or pull punches. Lifting up his hand, Nanami almost cupped your cheek but stopped short when he remembered the blood on his hands. “Let me go clean up, and we can talk about this more.”

As soon as he turned around, you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket. There was no way you would be staying in this place any longer with him. Not only were you pretty sure he just killed someone, you had no idea what he could do to you.

“You wouldn’t be trying to call anyone, would you?” Nanami asked, turning on his heels by the body. Dropping your phone to the ground as soon as you were caught, you cursed under your breath as he faced you squarely.

“I like you a lot, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up. I’d hate to show you how deranged I can truly be.” The ghost of a smile graced his face and Nanami walked back over to you and grabbed your phone, immediately coating it in sticky blood. “Go wait in the den down the hall, I’ll be by in a moment.”

Slowly dragging your feet to the room in question, you waiting just inside for Nanami to arrive. The den was cozy, a plush warm toned loveseat facing a stone fireplace and a TV. This room, like the others, was undoubtedly decorated by a professional.

“Sorry to make you wait.” Nanami’s voice made you jump as he entered, walking past you and into the room. Sitting down on the loveseat in a fresh shirt and pants and clean skin, Nanami let out a pleased hum.

“Nanami…” Worrying your lip, you didn’t know what to do. You knew you should leave, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that your weak knees would make any sort of movement akin to an escape.

“Don’t be shy, (Y/N).” Spreading his legs, Nanami pat his thigh invitingly. “Come sit on my lap, a pretty little kitty like you deserves the best seat in the house.”