#hugs and kisses every single anon that asks how to read from the beginning. you are braver than any us marine.

[ask-spiderpool]

i've been following for a while and i've seen you answer the "how do i read in order?" ask like 5 billion times 😭 does it ever get annoying

It really doesn't, honestly! It's kind of always an exciting little joy, to know that after all these years there's people out there reading this whole journey for the first time!

It – augh, it kind of makes me all kinds of emotional to know there's people who invest the time to read this whole thing (I know it's a feat!) And new readers is just... hhaaah. I love you all so much. Thank you to absolutely everyone who's read this train-wreck, start-to-finish. I really hope all the new readers get as much love and laughs from this blog as everyone who's been here since the beginning!

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

The Riddler (Edward Nashton) Dating Headcanons

Ask: "shakes ur hand. hope it's not too much, but could i req some headcanons on what'd it'd be like to date the riddler/edward nashton? i dont mind SFW or NSFW! :3"

Contents/Possible Warnings: Angst, Edward is slightly a little creep, fluff, GN!Reader/AMAB and AFAB inclusive, smut warnings in labeled section, SMUT, MDNI

Other Notes: I did both SFW and NSFW, but they're separated into labeled sections in case anybody wants to only read one or the other. I'm happy to be writing for Eddie again! Thank you, Anon. 💚

SFW Headcanons:

You're most likely to meet him somewhere he frequents heavily, such as his workplace or his favorite diner. You're probably his coworker in some way or someone who works/is a regular at the diner. He's not very social, so it'll take him a while before he greets you in any way. Expect a lot of glances or small smiles from him before he feels confident enough to strike up a conversation with you.

Alternatively, you could even be a follower of his. This would change the meeting dynamic a lot, as he'd be more confident in talking to you; he does have ways of knowing things about you if you attend his streams (you should probably invest in better security for your computer, y'know.)

Edward has never had any sort of long-term or serious/semi-serious relationship before you, which is something he's never been proud of. His relationships before you were short-lived and when he was much younger, and they typically came to be because someone pitied him or needed to use him for something. They were hardly really even relationships.

He doesn't form bonds easily with others on account of never really being given the chance, so his relationship with you cycles between him being distant and scared to interact with you out of fear of rejection or abandonment, all the way to him being very clingy and affectionate when he realizes you're not leaving.

Even when he's deep into his fears regarding rejection, he's still very loving. Not a day goes by without him telling you how much he appreciates and loves you. You're the first person in his eyes to truly give him a chance, and he'll never let that go.

Similar to how he sees Batman before meeting him face-to-face in Arkham, Edward thinks you're the only good thing in the city. You are his angel in every sense of the word, a beacon of light in his miserable life.

Going back to the topic of affection, he starts very awkwardly. He's touch-starved in every single way. He's rarely been hugged, kissed, cuddled, etc. He craves affection, but it scares him at first, because he's afraid of fucking it up and pushing you away.

His first kiss with you is something you initiate, and he freezes up when your lips touch his. With his heart pounding in his chest from pure adrenaline, he melts into it, letting out a desperate whine against your lips. He is pathetic in an endearing way.

You'll have to teach him how to kiss, but he's a quick, eager learner. Soon after, kisses will become a primary form of affection for him (giving and receiving).

He's the first one to say "I love you," albeit accidentally. It had slipped out one night while you were on a date, and while he meant it he worried it was too soon, or that he had even might've mistaken your relationship for something more serious than you had seen it.

You had to reassure him that everything was alright and that you did share his feelings. "I love you, Eddie." You had told him.

He had never heard those words before, and they felt exhilarating to hear. He almost started crying, but held it back because you were both in the middle of a restaurant and he didn't want to embarrass you. Once you two get home he hugs you tightly, crying into your shoulder as he does. He's just so happy.

Jumping to discuss his inevitable change into the Riddler, he's very secretive about it in the beginning. It's for three main reasons: he doesn't want to jeopardize his plans and work, he doesn't want to scare you, and lastly, he doesn't want to lose you.

You found out on your own, discovering his whole Riddler outfit hidden carefully in a mostly unused storage closet in your shared apartment. You do eventually accept him and what he's doing to some extent, but his hiding it from you does cause tension and a newfound distrust in your relationship.

Once things settle he's eager to show you off to his followers. He covers what features need to be covered, of course. With a mask of your own covering your face, he gleefully introduces you to his watchers, a myriad of giggles leaving him as he does.

You're met with a positive reception by his chat, with many asking to see you in future streams. You become a feature of his tamer ones, usually being in the background or chiming in occasionally.

Weirdly, his crazed giggles and little riddles are nice to hear. They mean he's happy, and that's what you want for him. He's lived a horrible, lonely life and you think he deserves something good for a change.

All in all, Edward is an awkward, but sweet man to be with. Even when he's dangerous and out for blood when donned in his Riddler persona, he'd still never hurt you. He's in love for the first time in his life, and every part of him cherishes you. Whether he's your Eddie or the infamous Riddler, a lot of love is to be expected from him. He'd happily kill for you, no questions asked.

Bonus: He gives you a lot of cards filled with cheesy, romantic riddles. "What flower is kissable? Tulips." Or "What did the paper clip say to the magnet? I find you very attractive!" The more it borders on being funnily cringe-worthy, the better it is to him.

NSFW Headcanons (Contains: Oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on a live stream, semi-clothed sex, questionable use of duct tape):

He fucks like he's in heat. The first time you have sex with him he's rutting into you, trying to get as much of you as possible. He's whimpering, moaning, and whining. He's loud, too. He tries to speak, to let you know how fucking good it feels and how much he loves you, but he's unable to. He's overwhelmed by it all, but it feels too amazing for him to stop

He doesn't last long during your first time, spilling into you with barely a warning, a long whine of your name leaving his mouth as he cums. When he's done he has a dopey smile on his face, green eyes glazed over.

He cuddles after sex every single time. He may like feeling used during the act itself sometimes, but afterward, he wants to feel loved. Snuggle with him, give him little kisses, and clean up with him and he's good to go. Sex is very intimate for him, especially when he's being submissive to you during the earlier parts of your relationship.

This man loves to give oral. He's sloppy and makes a mess of you while he does it, but he is eager to please. He sucks dick/eats pussy like it's his calling and his life depends on it. Please tug on his hair while he's on his knees for you, he loves it.

Edward may give you control, but the Riddler is a different story. The mask gives him confidence and makes him feel fully in control. He feels unstoppable. He'll be a lot rougher and degrading, often demanding you beg for him to touch you. Even so, he's still your Eddie under that mask, and Eddie fucks like he's desperate.

If you're up for it, the Riddler will have sex with you on his stream, claiming it's a little treat for his loyal followers. It gets him off knowing that even though you're being viewed by hundreds all across Gotham City, you're still his and he's the only one touching you. He likes to show off what's his.

He's a fan of taking Polaroids of you during the aftermath of your sessions. Some of his favorites have you tied up with his cum in or on you.

Speaking of tying you up, he likes to use duct tape on your wrists for some extra, kinky control over you.

Edward Nashton is a horny, desperate little freak.

[owliellder]

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: I've been late posting this entire series 😭. i explained a bit when anon asked, but i LOST my compression gloves and got a new pair relatively quick on top of my $200 medication 💔 my wallet is in shambles guys

ANYWAYS thank you all for sticking around and bearing with me!! i kiss and hug everyone!! even though i haven't responded to comments lately, i read every single one and it always makes me giggle ♥️♥️

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 5

The drive back to your university with your mom was excruciating. You hadn’t told anyone what’d happened which meant you had to keep a happy demeanor around them throughout the holidays up until now. Dread had settled in your stomach once the drive began and continued to spread the closer you got, similar to when you’re headed to the doctors or the dentist, just a million times worse.

Texting Ella and Sky had helped a surprising amount, turning the majority of your anxiety into rage. Ella was furious when she found out, so her fury, and Sky’s, quickly became yours.

They hyped you up, ready to be at your side and assist in tearing “that shitty fratfuck” to shreds. The support meant so much after everything, especially after the reality of it all set in; you’d seen the picture via snapchat from someone you didn’t know, so how many others had seen it?

Your worst fear was being seen as easy, being used like you were. But you weren’t, were you? Your friends had made sure to try and convince you otherwise, you had to give them that, yet even with the facts laid out in front of you, it was still hard to divert your thoughts away from that ever-looming self-doubt.

Seeing the campus come into view only served to solidify those thoughts and feelings. No matter what Sky and Ella had tried or are willing to do for you, it just wasn’t enough to fix what’s been done.

Your mom helped you bring your suitcase up to your dorm, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the temple before saying goodbye and heading on her way. Playing okay around your family all winter break was exhausting, so you just chose to sit in silence on your bed instead of unpacking your stuff. Always prepared, you wanted to get here a few days early, using unpacking and settling back in as an excuse, when really you just needed time to collect yourself before the inevitable happened.

He was here, and you were sure he’d seek you out eventually once he spotted you, or maybe when one his friends did and the word made its way back to him. Whichever way it happened, you knew it’d be unfavorable. 

“Hey,” Ella’s voice from the doorway caught your attention, “you look miserable..” How hadn’t you heard the door open? 

“I am miserable, but uh.. let’s just pretend I’m not, okay?” You replied, barely cracking a smile as you glanced up at her. 

She gave you a weak laugh in return, letting the door close as she slowly sauntered over to you, plopping down right next to you on the edge of the bed. “Fine, yeah. You haven’t shown me your schedule yet, by the way.”

“Oh, right-” you paused to reach over and grab your bag, rifling through the various papers in there until finally pulling out the schedule you printed out a couple weeks back. “It’s mostly the classes that aren’t fun.” You stopped to look at your schedule for a brief moment before passing the paper over to Ella, who quickly snatched it from your hand.

She squinted dramatically, holding the paper only a couple inches away from her face. “Yeaaah, these aren’t the best. At least it looks like you’ll have the majority of your pre-reqs out of the way for next year though.” Her observation made you chuckle with a nod.

“Which is what I’m trying to do. Work myself to the bone now, chill out later.” 

“Don’t kill yourself trying to do everything in one fell swoop.”

“I promise I won’t Ella, this is just how I-” A knock on the door drew both yours and Ella’s attention away from each other, an immediate scowl settling on her face. You wanted to ask, but it seems she already knew what you were going to say, quickly shushing you in a hushed voice, “Sky won’t be here until tomorrow night. Don’t answer that.”

You paused, thought for a moment, then nodded once with pursed lips. Ella was a pretty serious person, the mom of the group you could say, so when she pulled that tone, you knew better than to test it. Besides, you didn’t want to see who or what was on the other side of the door, you needed more time.

The next day was a little better, if uneventful. You finally brought yourself to unpack your suitcase, a chance to reorganize everything since you’d gotten a few new things over the holidays. Ella stuck close, bringing food up and into your dorm to take advantage of the empty mini fridge while the two of you binge watched a few random movies.

You stayed cozied up in your bed, having already mapped out and memorized your walking path for each class; longer, less foot traffic to and from. All you had to do was get through the rest of this year, that’s all. Little extra walking never hurt anyone, right?

When classes actually started, the long and complicated walks actually worked for a time; no one gave you strange looks, no one tried to talk to you, and it was pretty quiet. Scenic. But everyone knows everything good must come to an end eventually, and of course it had to be when you were just starting to forget all of this mess.

He caught you between classes. Scenic walks backfired massively when you realized there wasn’t anyone else around on that part of campus. Guess you didn’t think this one all the way through.

You couldn’t help but notice he looked pretty roughed up, sporting a few bruises along his cheekbone, a split lip, and a healing black eye. Seems he’s been busy over winter break.

“Listen, please listen-” Leon pleaded, holding his hands out in a weak attempt to trap you in the hallway. All this did was make you even more uncomfortable. “I know what I did was wrong, but I was not the one who sent that picture around, I swear.” You just stood in place after a few tries to get around him, giving him an almost bored stare. He didn’t really expect to finally catch you, so he stumbled over his words as he continued to ramble.

“I-.. I’m so, so sorry for doing that to you,” he slowly lowered his hands back down to his sides once he was sure you’d stay to listen, “I know that what I did was terrible, and I mean it when I say that I am sorry. I wish there was a way to turn back time and undo it, but I can't. I can't even explain why I did it in the first place, but that's not an excuse. I just- I messed up big time and I was- am stupid for letting it happen.”

To you this seemed sincere, but you really couldn’t be sure and it was safe to assume it wasn’t. Leon managed to trick you for months, who’s to say this wasn’t a trick as well? 

Your look turned skeptical, crossing your arms tightly against your chest with a shaky breath. Despite handling this better than you thought you would, it was still nerve wracking having this kind of talk.

“I'm not good at this, but I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, if that's even possible..” Leon breathed out, panting as he tried to catch his breath after talking so fast. “I managed to uh-.. to find everyone who had the picture and I made them delete it.”

“I made them delete the picture.” He repeated, taking another moment to breathe before suddenly looking down to yank something out of his pocket. “I-I got your uh-.. these-” 

Seeing him hold up your panties so casually made you gasp, immediately looking around the hallway to make sure it was still empty before shooting him a glare, whispering a harsh “Put them back! Put them back!” which made him scramble to hide them in his pocket again. 

“Right- right, sorry! Sorry…” Leon was sweating at this point, growing increasingly anxious under your gaze. He didn’t want to mess this up any further, but man he was doing a pretty shitty job at that right now.

His hands were shoved into his pockets as well, both of you blushing with embarrassment, and also shame on Leon’s part. Once he managed to slow his breathing, he started to talk again, a noticeable frown tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t.. have to forgive me or anything, I just wanted to make sure you knew that hardly anyone knows and-” His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, turning his head to the side to look at the wall, “.. and that I’m sorry. I really do like you, I guess I just took a little too long to realize it…”

You made another quick glance over your shoulder before looking back at the man trembling in front of you who was still avoiding your gaze. You wanted to hate him so bad, so bad, but it was hard when all you could see was the Leon who was so sweet, the Leon who let you cry to him when the weight of the world was on your shoulders and made you feel so wanted and loved.

“Can we-” you cleared your throat and pulled the strap of your backpack further up onto your shoulder, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Can we talk later, maybe? Like, in my dorm? I don’t want anyone overhearing any of this..”

Leon perked up when he heard you talk, pulling his hands from his pockets to nervously rake his fingers through his hair, which was now partially damp from the sweat beading off his forehead. “Oh- OH! Yeah, of- of course, yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t- I just needed to-”

You waved your hands in front of your chest, shutting him up so he didn’t spill any further. "And throw those away." He nodded silently, wiping a hand down his face until it settled right in front of his lips, probably knowing he was talking too much at this point. 

There was one more class you needed to go to that day, so you hurried off after telling him to wait outside your dorm until you were done, and he promised he would. Very adamantly, too. At least he held true to his words, standing in the hallway right in front of your dorm room like a lost puppy when you turned the corner. It was cute for a second, though annoyance quickly replaced that feeling as you walked over and let him in.

You weren’t exactly ready to have a full blown talk, but then again, no one ever was. What made it easier was your roommate never returned that semester, assuming she dropped out, so you basically had the whole dorm to yourself for the rest of the year. Or until someone had a roommate issue and needed a change. Didn’t really matter to you at that point.

There was really only one thing on your mind and that was getting Leon to explain this whole ordeal to you. You needed detail, clarification, anything to help you understand what’d been going on behind your back during that time. And he did, telling you just about everything he could; who suggested the bet, who roped him into the idea, the second guessings he had since the start, how he could’ve done literally anything else to avoid the way it all played out, everything.

Obviously you couldn’t just forgive him like that, even though he kept telling you how sorry he was and how terrible he felt about it. You wanted to forgive him, but you weren’t ready, and he understood that. He would’ve been satisfied with any response you gave him, so having been given the chance to really explain and have you listen was more than enough in his eyes.

“And just so you know, my friends aren’t going to let you off the hook,” you pulled your legs up so you were sitting criss-cross on the bed, looking across at Leon who was sitting on the bed opposite of yours.

“Yeah, I know..” he chuckled awkwardly, reaching a hand back to rub at the nape of his neck. “I was honestly expecting them to jump me, but they just give me evil looks whenever they see me.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, making a mental note to question Sky and Ella about that later. “You’ll never get nice looks from them again and I won’t be vouching for you.”

Leon nodded, silence blanketing the room as you’d finally run out of things to discuss. Though it was awkward, it was nice to have him hanging around again. “Anyways,” you started, standing up from your bed slowly as you vaguely gestured towards the door, “I need to study, sooo…”

“Oh, yeah, totally, uhm..” he followed suit, standing up from the other bed before sauntering over to the door as you held it open for him. He walked out and turned around almost instantly, a small smile suddenly appearing on his face once his eyes met yours, his arms jerking upwards slightly as if to suggest a hug.

“Don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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[astraystayyh]

Hi again, that angst anon from before hehe. No smut is totally fine! I wanted to request a piece where the reader has to kinda break-up w their skz s/o (or even vice versa) and they try to give their s/o a memorable kind of last day together? Ofc the said s/o doesn't know it yet?

Idk where this came from 😭 like totally not channeling my own breakup lmao. also, pls ignore if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure love <3

Beginning of the end

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: ANGST

Summary: You are breaking up with Chan, he just doesn't know it yet.

Author's note: I hope you are doing well lovely anon <3 Hopefully, this is what you wanted I'd love to hear your feedback!! Since you said that reader has to break up with their s/o, I made it related to work reasons, but you can imagine anything else, I didn't really dive into details.

Please leave your thoughts in the comments or reblogs,, I read every single one of them!!! Also, listen to "The night we met" if you can while reading, I think it really fits the vibe <33

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Loving Chan was the easiest thing you've ever done in your life. In the nine months you've been together, you quickly got accustomed to him. To his presence, to his words, to his smiles, to his touches. Sometimes, you couldn't remember what life was like before him.

You liked to imagine that you'd be together for the rest of your lives, that you'd spend every waking moment with him. It has never crossed your mind that there was a possibility he'd leave, or that worse, you'd end up leaving him.

But here you were, sitting on the edge of your empty bed, your phone tightly clutched in your hand. You've just received the job offer of a lifetime, an opportunity you've been fighting, working, and dreaming of since you graduated. The only problem is that it was on the other side of the world. You'd have to leave behind the comfort of your current life, and home- Chan.

You allowed yourself a couple of seconds of bliss, where you imagined you'd get both the job and Chan. But as much as you didn't want to, you had to face the cruel reality. Your relationship wouldn't survive if you left.

You barely saw him as it is and it would be too hard to maintain a healthy long-distance relationship. It would require too much effort, something you both can't put on because of your jobs. Loving each other would become tiring, the love would turn to resentment, then hate. You couldn't allow that.

And you were in love with Chan, you adored him with every fiber of your soul. But you knew that if you stayed the 'what ifs' would haunt you. How far would you have made it? Would you have been happier had you left? You'd lash out at him and it wasn't fair, not to him, not to you.

The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your haze- it was Chan coming back from his studio. You quickly stand up, wiping away the tears that have managed to escape from your eyes. You plaster a fake smile on your face, heading out of the bedroom to meet him.

"Hi darling," Chan greets you as soon as he sees you, opening his arms wide for you to hug him. You skip towards him and sink into his touch -as if he was the sun and you've been in the cold for too long.

You've always found Chan's hugs healing, there was something about the way he wrapped his arms around you that made you feel so safe, so comforted; as if your bodies were made solely to get lost in each other. But tonight, his hug had the opposing effect, tonight it felt like the calm before the storm. The beginning of the end.

Sometime later, Chan joins you in bed after eating his dinner. He brings your body to his and you snuggle closer to him. "Honey?" he calls out in a soft voice and you hum in reply. "Are you okay? You've been quiet tonight," he asks you as his hand slowly skims up and down your arm.

You thought he didn't notice but of course he did, he has always been very attentive to you.

"Just tired," you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his bare chest.

"There is something more," he points out, leaning away to look at you properly. Your eyes well up with tears under his watchful gaze. You loved his eyes so much. "Hey, hey, don't cry baby," he shushes, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "You'll talk to me about it when you are ready, yeah?" he coos at you, using the gentle tone he only reserved for times like these.

"Alright," you whisper back, pulling him closer to your body once again.

"You don't need to hide from me, yn. I know you like the back of my hand."

You've always found the expression "knowing someone like the back of your hand" funny. It entailed that human beings remain unchanged over the years, just like the lines stretching on our palms do.

You felt that humans were more like seasons. We know that there is an autumn, followed by a winter, a spring and finally a summer. But seasons surprise us each time they visit, and sometimes you can no longer recognize the one you are in; just like you no longer recognize yourself at some points in your life.

And tonight, Chan saw you as an eternal summer, warm and loving. But you were an ending autumn, slipping between his fingers and morphing into a cold and lonely winter. He just didn't know it yet.

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You haven't slept for the past three days.

You stayed awake each night watching Chan; engraving each one of his features into your memory. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your arms, mumbling your name every now and then. He trusted you with his heart, you realized, and you were about to break it in half.

They always talk about leaving someone that had hurt you, the cruel words spitted out, the pretty vases shattered, the angry tears spilled. Chaotic breakups, a perfect end for a horrible relationship. But what about breaking up with someone you still love? How do you let go of someone who has been nothing but kind to you?

You knew that no matter how much you didn't want to, your final conversation with Chan would be a painful one. But you didn't want him to remember you that way, you wanted to leave him with a fond memory, a token of the love you both held for each other.

So, when there are only two days left until you have to give your final reply, you decide to spend one last memorable day with him.

It starts off with the breakfast you cooked for him. You brought it to him to bed and he gave you such a dazzling smile, you almost dropped the plate you were holding. You then drove to that one arcade he's been raving about, and he seemed so carefree there, you felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of what was to come.

Throughout the day, you tried your best to forget. As you ordered his favorite food, played his favorite music, fixed his jacket, fed him ice cream, and held his hand. You tried to forget that it was the last time you'd get to do it, the last time you'd get to love him.

Your final destination was the beach, Chan's favorite place before he met you. You never thought that one day, there would be an 'after you'.

You were now sitting on the sand, your back leaning on Chan's chest while you watched the sun cast down. "You know, I want to spend the rest of my sunsets with you", he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. You remain silent, you couldn't tell him that this sunset was your last.

"I love you", you finally reply and he hugs you tighter to him, "I love you too."

"No, Chan. Listen, I love you. I love you so much. Whatever the future brings, don't forget it, please", you turn around, holding his hands tightly in your sweaty ones. Chan's eyebrows furrow when he looks at you, you've never been this desperate for a promise. "Promise me. Promise me you won't forget it. You won't forget that I love you", you beg, your breathing labored now.

He grabs your face between his hands, anchoring you back to him. "What is going on yn? What's wrong?" he asks.

"Just promise me, please. Just this one thing."

"I promise yn, I promise baby. Just calm down, I'm here", he reassures, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Your silent tears dampen his t-shirt and he can feel his worry deepen. He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Baby, talk to me, please. You've been distant these past few days, and now out of the blue we go out and so happen to do all of my favorite things... What's going on? You're scaring me."

This is it then, the point of no return.

"I... I got a job offer. The one I've been dreaming about", you start off, there was no use in hiding it any further.

"That's amazing baby, I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate and tell-", he excitedly rambles and you cut him off, "No. No... Listen to me. It's... it's on the other side of the world."

"Oh...", his joy fizzles out as realization dawns on him; the pieces of the puzzle suddenly falling into place.

He can see it too now, the countdown, the beginning of the end.

"Is this why you've brought me here today? Spending all this time with me only to...", he scoffs incredulously, "only to leave me afterward?"

"I didn't know how to tell you and I- I wanted us to have a final memory together", you explain, your hands reaching out toward him. He steps back as if your touch had burned him.

"Did it ever occur to you that if you left me after this it would hurt me even more?!", he shouts, standing up and pacing furiously in front of you. "You just gave me a taste of what the rest of our lives could have been like and now you're leaving?!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Chan, I- I'm so sorry. You have to believe me, please. It wasn't my intention!" you cry out. You never wanted it to end like this.

Chan takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair angrily. He doesn't look at you as he mutters a cold "let's go home."

The car ride back is tense, you don't know what to say, not when he's this angry, not when he's driving. When you arrive, he stares off into the distance, his jaw clenching every two seconds. "Go without me. I need time to myself," he tells you.

You oblige, understanding where he's coming from. As soon as you close the door of the car he drives off, leaving you standing all alone on the sidewalk.

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You are curled around yourself in a ball, the pillow beneath you is wet from your unstopping stream of tears. It's been a few hours since Chan has left; few hours less in the time you have left together.

The front door opens and you shut your eyes closed. You remain as still as possible when Chan enters your bedroom and lays right next to you. "I know you're awake yn", he whispers and you open your eyes, turning around to look at him in the dim light.

"Did you eat? I left you dinner in the kitchen", you say in a quiet voice and he nods faintly. "I saw. Thank you."

The mere centimeters between your bodies stretch farther and farther, turning into a vast ocean you can't seemingly cross. Chan can clearly feel it now- he's lost a war he never wanted to partake in.

"I will miss your dinners and the notes you wrote with them. I've kept all of them in a-", his voice cracks, "in a box under the bed."

"I know", you whisper, voice hoarse. "I saw it one day when I was cleaning. You even kept the flower I gave you on our first date," you choke out and he smiles sadly.

"I wanted to show them to our kids one day."

His words linger in the air, suffocating you. You can no longer hold it within- the sobs begging to come out, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry", you cry and he pulls you to him instantly.

"I know", he pats your head down and you cry harder.

"I never- I never wanted to hurt you. I swear, I swear."

"I know. I know, honey."

"And I love you, and I'm sorry- I'm sorry that it's not enough to make me stay."

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you, don't apologize."

You pull away, leaning in forward to kiss him goodbye. Your salty tears mingle with his, and you pour it all out in this kiss- your love, your pain, your remorse. You can feel his desperation as his lips meet yours for the last time, a part of him wanting to scream at you that you could have this for the rest of your life. That you could still make it work. But he doesn't. Instead, he settles on meeting your lips in a heart wrenching kiss, trying his hardest to make it last; as if he could live off the feeling you give him alone.

When you finally pull away, you gently wipe his tears away with the sleeve of your hoodie and he does the same. "Let's just act as if nothing's happening. Sleep as usual, yeah?" he says as he nuzzles his nose with yours softly.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"I will". He won't. "Good night darling, I love you."

"Good night, Channie. I love you more."

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The sun streaming through your curtains wakes you up. You pat the spot beside you only to find it cold and empty, save for a letter carefully placed on the bed. You quickly open it, hot tears already blurring your vision.

"My love,

You wanted to give me a memory to remember you by, and you did. It wasn't our time at the beach, I'm afraid. It was you fast asleep in my arms last night. Those are the moments I fell in love with you in, quiet peaceful times where I could simply exist and admire you. I used to hate the fact that I couldn't sleep but I no longer minded it with you, it meant I could stare at you as much as I wanted. I suppose I'd have to find something else to do now.

My love, those past months with you have been the happiest of my life. And I see you everywhere now, I see you in the stars and sunsets, I see you in pretty gardens and in all the places we went to together. Loving you has been healing, loving you has been soft, loving you has been peaceful. And I wouldn't lie to you; I was ready to beg you to stay. It scared me to think of a world where I wouldn't be with you anymore.

But I realized I couldn't ask that of you, it was that passion you held within you that made me admire you in the first place. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you dimmed your fire just for me. So, wherever you go, I hope you shine brightly, my beautiful star. I hope you are fulfilled and I hope that waking up every day feels like a gift to you.

I suppose that no matter how much I wanted to, we weren't meant to be in this lifetime. But I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'd go through the pain of losing you if it meant I'd get to love you at some point in my life.

You've told me yesterday that you loved me, but it wasn't enough for you to stay. So don't worry, my yn, I love you and it's enough for me to let you go.

Yours, Chan.

P.S: I took the box with me and in a way, our memories with it. But our love will remain despite everything. I hope you'll always feel it too".

You hug the letter tightly to your chest, painful sobs racking through your body.

That was the last time you ever heard from Chan.

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Part 2.

[fatuismooches]

ITS 💌 ANON!! as per usual i come to you with a headcanon at ungodly hours of the night in my time. i’ve been playing too much honkai star rail…BUT!! fluff and angst combo again 🏃 ure the best :(( pls don’t follow my example and get proper rest !! thanks for always being cool hehe

Dottore making a medicine that actually does work!! you can move around like normal, no longer as tired, and ofcourse- Dottore is thrilled. He’s done it, he kisses them and he takes reader everywhere, every single place he wanted to- he checked everything, they were fine…until suddenly, they fainted and he basically finds out that the medicine could only make everything good for a short amount of time before putting reader in the most excruciating pain possible after, so sadly, zandik curses himself and gets back to work :(( he dosent care about the sacrifices, he dosent care what he has to give and what gets taken away as long as you don’t. He’s a committed man and he’s committed for until after life. Literally will reincarnate with you if he can because he will *not* let go.

TO THE FLUFF THOUGH! zandik taking atleast 1 hour everyday to do something that you like because he realizes that you miss him (and he misses you too). At first he was wary because he wanted to ensure that he could get you cured as soon as possible, but he couldn’t handle it if you were all sad and gloomy either. He didn’t want you to think of yourself as a burden and god forbid, you try to leave again (referring to that one ask where reader leaves bc they feel like a burden,, in feel like he’s be so damn scared…even if he won’t admit it). So reading you a book? sure, just be prepared for many side comments if it’s some cheesy romance novel or him reading a textbook. Drawing? hell, he’ll draw an anatomical heart with you holding it! Cuddling? he’ll wrap you up in his fluffy coat and hug you as much as you want.

- 💌 anon

AWW ILYY 💌 ANON!! Hehe I am trying my best to go to sleep earlier... it's a work in progress. Also i feel you on the HSR brainrot but I'm TBL 57, have no good artifacts since I haven't farmed, and stuck on the deer boss fight 💀 i gotta get on the grind soon 😫🫠 But you better get proper rest too!!! Or else- 💖💖

NOOO THE FLUFF GETS IMMEDIATELY WIPED AWAY TO ANGST- I can't imagine the sheer happiness you two would feel. Reader, of course, would be absolutely elated and very plainly show how delighted they are. You're running, hopping, Dottore even twirls you around and you do a pretty little spin as you fall back into his arms. You're so happy, you haven't smiled or laughed this much in ages. Dottore, as usual, doesn't show nearly as much emotion as you, but don't let that fool you. Internally, he's feeling something he has never felt before, so foreign that normally he'd be trying to get rid of it but this time he knows exactly why he's having this feeling. Thrilled, excited, proud, enthusiastic, words that could not even begin to fully describe this feeling. Centuries of work finally paid off, never to have to be repeated again. To see you so purely happy, makes him look forward to things going back to how they once were. Oh, how much fun you'd have joining him as his assistant again. The whole atmosphere and feelings of the clones in the lab are in sync for once.

Except... it all comes crashing down. Literally. When you collapse in his arms with ragged breaths, skin searing to the touch, actual tears begin to form from how badly it hurts. Immediately the mood from early deflates as he rushes to get you back to normal and ease your suffering </3 To have something he desires right in his hands, just to be snatched away from him with no warning is something he's never experienced before. He is a scholar, possibly one of the most intelligent beings in Teyvat. Such a thing shouldn't have happened to him. But it did, and he has to start over. He probably killed some people to blow off steam. No remorse. Just anger.

Sigh sigh I LOVE THIS SM. Normally, he'd scoff if it was any other activity. Especially when it's boring meetings. A whole hour? For nonsense? He finds it meaningless. His 24 hours are spent doing important things. Important things being research, experiments, notes... and you, of course. You're right, when Dottore has a goal or something he wants to reach, he just throws himself into it. No breaks, nothing, he just wants to make progress, progress, progress. Especially when it's you on the line. He'll refuse any and all contact. But he's come to realize your state deteriorates even more if your needs are not met by him. Not to mention the clones are sending messages to each other internally about how sad you are, which he decides he overhears way too frequently </3 So he knows he has to put a stop into it. (And yes, that ask was sad as hell, I still think about it 😭🥺)

Love how we agree he's a pro at drawing anatomical stuff hehe. You cut out the hearts he draws and put them on your walls or something ;( And also AHHHH THE FLUFFY COAT CUDDLING... No words can describe how much I love that scenario. It's so cute to think about both of you wearing it at the same time... you're on his lap, he's wearing the coat but it's swallowing your whole body up anyway since it's wrapped around, the fluff tickling your face!! <3 The book is in your hand, you both take turns reading it but Dottore interrupts whenever something dumb is said or done. Oh.. but you end up falling asleep since his voice is so relaxing and his chest is so comfy..

Ughhh eternal lovers with Dottore is hitting me right now ;( Especially when you talked about his commitment... hell yes this crazy doctor will not bat an eye at anyone else besides you it doesn't matter how long it's been. For you he has no limits. He always be intrigued and into this person who managed to worm their way into his cruel cold heart...

[bellysoupset]

AAAAAHHHHH SCREAMING BLUSHING CRYING SCREAMING SOME MORE‼️‼️ SOUP THE LAST TWO FICS HAVE ME DEAD LIKE OMFG WOW THANKS FOR BLESSING US WITH THESE IM GONNA EXPLODE 😭😭😭

okay so starting w the last one, ngl when i read 🧷anon’s request for bad caretaking from jon i was like NOOO bc i really just don’t like bad caretaking at all cause it just gives me second hand embarrassment lmaoooo idk why

BUT GOSH THE WAY YOU MIXED BOTH ASKS TO CREATE THIS MASTERPIECE WAS BEAUTIFUL‼️‼️ (SLAY 🧷 anon’s request‼️‼️‼️) like omfg the GUILT was SO INSANELY GOOD‼️‼️‼️ and the bitchiness at first was SO necessary and it just made all the guilt afterwards THAT much more angsty and raw and AHHHH it was just so perfect😭🫶🏽 baby girl begging at the beginning and the DETAIL OF JON BARELY EVEN LOOKING AT HER so he really just couldn’t have known/suspected she wasn’t feeling well😩 and omg the clear heartbreaking mix of “i don’t want you” + feeling so shitty but also safe w him that she completely trusts jon to take good care of her even if she’s a lil pissed at him 😭😭😭 and vin all worried at the end and then vin hugging him and jon feeling guilty about that too aghhhhh I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH SOUP THIS WAS PERFECT♥️ (i’m only a lil tiny tiny tiiiiiny bit sad this wasn’t longer bc i really wanted to see vin worried and taking care of her 🥹 (angsty part 2 w migraine getting worse maybe?👀👀👀 no pressure at all tho lmao i know we’ve had 2 wen focused fics in a row and i don’t wanna abuse my luck here teehee🫡) but fr tho this was so amazing and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS IT GENUINELY MADE MY DAY AND IM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU WRITING ALL THESE REQUESTS YOU’RE THE BEST AND I *KNOW* YOU’RE GONNA GET FAR W YOUR WRITING bc you’re such a talented author and always able to depict the little things and make all your characters’ personalities shine through in the most beautiful (smol and big) ways and gosh you know i already love your writing but every single time you post i’m just always bamboozled by how CRAZY good your writing is AHHHHH)

omg and then the NSFW fic????????? GODDAMN?!?!?!?? i didn’t comment on it sooner bc i was legitimately speechless 🤭 that fic scratched the deepest itch in my brain in the most satisfying way possible🤓 and goshhh my girl was LIVING THE DREAM and i was vicariously living it through her omfg 🤭🤭 the “don’t even pretend to care” and the descriptions of her being so turned on was 🥵🥵 and vin being so chill and nonchalant about everything??? the kiss at the end???? holy mother this was SO FUCKING GOOD TOO and i have no words other than i will be rereading this one an abnormal number of times thank you very much 🤭🫡🫶🏽

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🦦 I swear to god I thought I had answered this one, I DONT WANNA ANSWER IT. I wanna keep it in my inbox so I can look at and cry.

LMAO I got so scared when you said you didn't like Bad Caretaker, because I mixed without asking either parties, so what a huge relief to know I didn't fuck it up.

I am soooo happy you liked it!!!! And all the details you picked up!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 I agree it deserves a part 2, but I'm actually moving on to a Jonah (+ caretaker Luke) piece that kinda hinges on this not being solved. So don't worry, I'll bring it up again and also have more Vin and Wendy fluff (LOADS), but not in a part 2 manner

The smut got such an amazing turn out, I'm kicking my feet and squealing. Deepest itch uh? 🙈🙈 Guess the Wendy in you is showing, 🦦! Please DO read it an abnormal amount of times, just know I'll be giddy asf every time you do

[wh0rephobic]

hi its 🌼 anon

thinking about william pushing you against the wall of his office, your legs wrapped around his waist, and him shoving his tie in your mouth for you to keep quiet so nobody's prying ears can hear his favorite lil employee getting fucked dumb in the workplace.

your moans and pleads are all muffled and shit, ur drooling all over his tie n hugging his neck and he's just like "i know, darling, i know"skdkj$:&"?8@

every single time i read this ask i go fucking feral.

just little ol’ you, trapped in your own head while you work. it’s a quiet day and you’re bored, so you replay your most favorite scenes with william in your head… dirty words he’d whisper to you with his deep accent, that one time he made you ride his thigh because he was too busy, him shoving your face down while he finger-fucks the life out of you, overstimulating you and making you cry in the middle of your shift, ruining you for when you go back out to serve another set of tables, shirt wrinkled and hair a mess…

you’re making problems for yourself while you work. you know that when you begin to walk towards the table of new customers and upon the first step, can feel the wetness of your panties against your clit… maybe it is break time.

so, after serving this table, you let your coworkers know that you’ll be back in 10… and head out for william’s office.

as giddy as you are, you play it down as being quiet and timid when you knock carefully on his door, letting him know he has company before slowly twisting the door knob and poking your head in.

“hi…” you mumble, “are you busy, sir?”

he pushes away from his desk and you take that as permission to open the door.

“never too busy for you, dear,” he grins.

you giggle, shutting and locking the door behind you as you make your way over to him.

“i went on break and came to see how you were. thought you’d might like some company…” you explain, leaning down to capture his lips.

william chuckles against your lips at your excuse, knowing damn well what you’re here for but that’s good because ever since you clocked in in your skimpy little miniskirt this morning, he’s been stuck in his office with a frustratingly distracting hard-on. he pulls you onto his lap.

“how nice of you,” he he utters, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and pinning you against him as he deepens the kiss.

you make the first move, sliding your panties against his groin as you grind down on him, gasping at the feeling of his hard cock in his pants… before you know it, you’re kicking that same pair of panties off of your ankle as william lifts you against the wall of his office.

you wrap your legs around his waist to help him hold you up as he moves to undo his pants, freeing his dick (finally) and letting it slip around your wet folds, leaking precum in its tracks… you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of it, tightening your legs around his waist as you await his entrance… he finds your clit, tapping himself against it just to watch you attempt to grind down as you gasp out for him.

“please, please!” you beg, just feeling your pussy grow wetter and wetter. “need you s’bad—!”

“shhh,” he hushes, soothingly. “you’re going to need to keep it down, doll… can you do that for me?”

you can’t. you both know you can’t, but you nod to him regardless, just wanting him to speed this up alreadyyyyy…

but the more he teases you, the more he teases himself and by the time he slips his tip inside of you, he can’t help but ram into you.

“o-oh-!” you mewl.

“i’m sorry darling,” he pulls out, “i-i just couldn’t wait any longer,”

slamming back in, you can’t help but claw into the material of his shirt, pushing your face into his shoulder as you let out helpless noises. william pauses his thrusting again, removing his hands from your hips in order to pull his tie from around his neck, opening his mouth instructing you to do the same as he balls the material in his hand.

when you open your mouth, there’s already drool slipping off of your lip. william pushes his balled-up tie between your teeth, gagging you with it before he grabs your ass again to start pounding his cock into you.

you don’t hold back, throwing your head back as you scream into the tie, moaning desperately for him as he slides his thick cock in and out of you.

he treats you like a toy, using you for his own pleasure and making you sweat, shirt sticking to your skin. his balls slap against your cunt and he stifles his groans each time you clench down around him. suddenly, his cock comes in contact with your g-spot, and your eyes roll back as they well with tears, starting to cry.

“Mmm—mm! frhph-thhrr!!! eash, -ah—hm-hm! hah!” you sob into the tie, tears staining it as they roll down your cheeks. “f’lsso—ood!!”

obviously, william can’t understand a word you’re saying, no one could. what he does know, is it’s hurting you. which is good, it’s a good hurt, you’re into that. the two of you had talked about it before. he leans in to lick the salty tears from your cheek while you hug your arms tighter around his neck. you sob cruelly as you bite down.

“i know, darling i know,” he whispers soothingly, starkly contrasted between his rough pace.

william puts significant effort into pulling your hips down onto his with every thrust, fixated on bruising your cervix. he grunts as he pushes his cock in deeper, deeper, and deeper… you just continue to slobber tearful pleas into the cloth of his necktie.

all of a sudden, you feel the pressure begin to reel you in. you tighten around william, sucking him in as your core twitches and his thrusts begin to stutter… you fall limp onto his shoulder when you cum, panting into the tie as you spasm around him. meanwhile, william buries his face in your neck and bites down in your soft skin to keep his noises down while he pulls out and spurts against the wall. it’s sick, it’s disgusting and gross, and you love it.

he lays you down in his desk chair, shirt a mess with your skirt flipped up and exposed as your legs drape over the arm. you keep your eyes closed as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm and william cleans up for you two, wiping the slick of your legs and cleaning his mess on the wall…

eventually, you know you need to get dressed and get back to work but for now, you just want to forget about reality as you get high on your orgasm. william lets you.

[plush-rabbit]

Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The League of Villains

A/N: For the anon who asked nicely a few days ago!! I hope you enjoy it!!

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You were certainly in a wrong place, wrong time type of situation. A mugging- someone pressed against the wall and you react before thinking- courage in your veins from who you associate yourself with. You bark out a warning, the mugger instantly pulling away and the victim running without a look back. The mugger with eyes wide and face pale, they puff their cheeks towards you.

The mist-like perfume floats towards you like a cloud. You take a few stumbling steps back, your hands covering your nose and mouth but it isn’t enough, the cloud penetrating through the gaps in your fingers. Immediately, your eyes begin to water, your chest booming with heavy coughs that make your lungs ache. You nearly double over, worry clouding your mind that this is some noxious gas and you’re dying. There are rushed steps that sound beside you for a moment and when you turn around, through bleary eyes, you can make the figure of the person running away from you. 

It’s a few moments before your cough finally stops, the heaviness in your chest dissipating. You take a few heavy breaths, your hand on your chest, feeling the way your beating heart pounds against you. You slowly rise to your height, and look at your hands- singular hands with no blurry vision surrounding them. You let out a short chuckle- you’re fine. You take a step forward and you double over, your hand shooting to the wall and eyes wide. 

There’s a heat in your body, a crushing weight on your chest that makes it impossible to breathe. Your sex pulses, leaking past your slit with each small movement. Your body flushed with arousal and heat, sweat sticking to the back of your shirt. With a barely cognitive mind, you realize that the cloud that invaded you must have been an aphrodisiac. You curse under your breath, making slow, careful steps towards a familiar hideout in hopes of being taken care of in any type of way.

Bubaigawara Jin:

One of the better choices to go to is Jin. He can be quite brash and speak his mind without warning- out of his control, of course- but he is more than happy to help you hide out when you barge into his room. He doesn’t know what’s going on with you- you won’t even speak to him about it, only rushing to his room and locking the door behind you. He’ll give you a suspicious look, but he won’t question it even when you curl onto his bed, stuffing the flimsy blankets between your legs as you turn your back to him. He’ll prod carefully, his words repeating and eyes always shifting, the only steady thing about him is his steps. 

His hand will touch your bare hand, and he pulls away when he finds your skin hot to the touch. He can hardly make out your words through your breathing- it’s heavy, as if you’ve ran all the way towards him and from the way your face is flushed and the sweat on your brow, he thinks you did. You ran to him, and there has to be a reason for it. He prods you once more, a bit more forceful than last and it’s then that you hold his hand tight enough that it hurts just a bit. You pull him tight towards you- he sits on the bed and you bury yourself into his stomach. You mention a single word- aphrodisiac. He stiffens under your touch, aware now of how close you are to him. 

You cling tightly onto him so tightly that it takes a sharp pinch against your bicep to make you let go but even then he believes that it’s because of arousal by the sharp moan rather than a yelp. He pats your head awkwardly and stands, trying to ignore how your arm reaches out towards him, the way tears cling to your lashes. He’ll clear his throat and turn away, his whole body tense as he shuffles inside of a drawer. All that he needs is a simple distraction- nothing more and nothing less. Coins will clatter to the floor, in his hand a cigarette box with two remaining cigarettes and deck of cards, the corners roughed and bent. 

The cigarette does nothing to ease his nervous state. You’re on his bed, legs clenched and he can hear you call his name in broken gasps. He puts the cigarette out, the smoke wafting in the room and ash filling the tray. The cards won’t stay still, always being shuffled in his hand or stacked but never as good as it usually is. He’s nervous for a few reasons and they all stem around you. His eyes are closed and he’s tempted to put on his mask for a sense of control until the bed creaks. When he turns his head, you’re behind him, perched on his lap and hands cupping his face. He can feel your grind against him, your eyes filled with tears and your hand slipping to hold his and cup your breast with it. You ask him to take care of you.

His lips taste like nicotine, smoke heavy in your lungs and invading your mind like the quirk did prior. Jin is almost as needy as you are, watching your lust filled gaze, your parted lips that shine when your pink tongue slips past your lips. You hold yourself close to him and his kisses are slow and shaky until you slip your tongue. His hands hold your body close to him, lips marking themselves against your skin, your cute, little humping against him turning into something more and more, until your panting his name, your face scrunched up and hidden in the crook of his neck. His hands dance against the waistband of your shorts and then to your underwear, slipping past the fabric and onto your sex. His hands are calloused, touching as your leaking sex and he can feel your tears hit his neck. You move yourself into his hand, pleading for him to never stop as your arms wrap around him, nails digging into his shirt.

Dabi:

Going to Dabi is a choice. He’s crass, always rude and snarking out an insult, but somewhere deep down, he still has his humanity, a piece of him that feels to such a high extent that it’s painful. When you come to him, the door knocked on repeatedly that he has half a mind to scare whoever is on the side, he’s ready to make an ugly face until you hide yourself in his chest. Heat against heat, a fire so damaging to you that it makes you unable to feel and a fire that is killing him the more he lives, he lets you enter without a word being said. But that’s the only freedom you are given. He’ll push and push, prod at you until you scream in frustration, your breath hot against his collarbone that it’s because of an aphrodisiac quirk.

He’ll laugh at you, shake his head and sit down at the edge of the bed, legs spread and for a second, for a brief moment, he wants to mess with you. He wants to make you beg for it- all in good fun- but then he sees the way that you pinch your legs, the way your knees practically buckle under your weight and the desperation that leaks off of you like a heavy perfume. It’s no fun messing with you if you can’t even fight back. He’ll offer you his room as a safe haven, let you rest on his bed and turn a blind eye when you hug the thin blanket close to your body. The bed will creak under your eight and he knows it isn’t the most comfortable, but you take it gratefully, huffing and puffing, near tears as he simply looks down at your shaky body.

He’s no stranger to making himself at home on the floor. He’s trying to distract himself by reading an old magazine, trying to ignore how you claw onto the mattress but it’s no use. He stays silent, hoping that you’ve forgotten that he’s still in the room with you. The bed creaks, springs that squeak and echo in the room. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, hoping to sleep until your heat has worn off. He’ll open his eyes slowly and turn to the bed, see you peeking at him above the railing. He simply looks back and then you call his name, begging for him to join you on the bed, promising that you won’t touch him, that you just need someone beside you and that it all hurts too much. In a moment of empathy, he rises, groaning at the stress in his knees. The bed creaks under him and he is stiff beside you, the mattress under his head as his pillow is between your legs.  

Your hand clasps onto his, your nails digging into his pale skin, pinching onto him tightly. He lets you hold his hand, eyes closed tightly when your breath is against his neck, ragged and heavy, his name like a prayer under your breath. He doesn’t let you come any closer than that, just letting you linger against him, pushing you away when your leg brushes against his calf. He doesn’t want you to touch him, it burns in ways that he is unfamiliar with. He’ll make a snarky comment, look the other way as he puts himself down, telling you that you’re only here because it’s the aphrodisiac. Maybe it’s unfair to do this; to make you pity him when you’re so giving, but he can’t help himself. His free hand scratches into the mattress, and lets you sit above him, your eyes filled with tears and mouth tasting like the sweetest thing he’s ever had in his life.

He tries to push you off. His hands curve against your chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, your kiss sloppy and he welcomes it. He lets you kiss him, to let your lips linger between his staples and charred skin, to have your bottom lip brush against skin that is still soft and reminiscent of someone who has died long ago. Dabi will let his hands roam under your shirt, feeling the soft skin of your stomach, the way you shiver and moan into his mouth when he teases under your chest. His name on your tongue is something that he wants to hear repeated until your voice is hoarse. Your skin is warm, different than his ever burning one, it’s softer and welcoming, your back curves above him, your lips peppering over his face when he breaks the kiss. Rough hands will touch your aching body, searching for every place that he can touch, for every inch of skin that feels like something that isn’t his. Tears that fall onto his skin when his fingers slip against your leaking slit, a heavy cream that lingers on his fingertips and slips slowly down his fingers. You’ll be above him, the light behind your naked body and his nails will pierce into your skin when you swirl your hips above his.

Iguchi Shuichi:

Due to his quirk, Shuichi can smell you before you even near his room. It’s heavy in the air, and instinctively he takes deep breaths, making it all much worse for him. He holds the door open with a hand, his claws scratching against the door, marks left etched into the wood. You cling to him, gasp for breath and he wonders if you can hear his heart beat with you so close. You’re muttering about how much it hurts, your hands digging into his shirt. When you look up at him, your face flushed and mouth parted, he stutters in his words, only to end the sentence by letting you come in and closing the door behind you. He knows you aren’t hurt, but he also knows that whatever it is, is so much worse. You cling to him, brush your lips along his neck and tell him how you got hit with what you think is an aphrodisiac quirk and his heart sinks.

Regret is evident in his expression, eyes narrowed and hands curled into fists; he regrets his decision to let you in almost immediately. In such a confined space, it’s torturous to have you in the same room as him. He lets you rest on his bed, his scarf tucked under the pillow, now held tightly in your hands. He sits at the floor near the bed, legs shaking, clicking rapidly at a game console, ignoring how you whisper his name through hissed teeth. His teeth tear through the flesh inside his mouth and he’s so uncomfortable in the entire situation. Due to him being ostracized, he doesn’t really know how to interact with people he’s attracted to. He’s stiff, trying desperately to make small talk in order to avoid how awkward it is to have you in heat on his bed. 

It’s horrid and you can barely keep a conversation going. The bed squeaks, your moans muffled by his scarf and he wants to ignore it all but you’re right there and he can’t. You call his name, your hand scratching at the bed sheets. He doesn’t know why he does it, he shouldn’t have answered your calls, he should have turned the other way and left the room, left you alone in private to figure yourself out until the aphrodisiac wears off. But he doesn’t. He sits beside you in bed, flat on his back and he lets out a breath he’s been holding when you hold his hand. You pull yourself close to him, clinging to him, his name a pained whimper under your breath while you keep your eyes tightly closed. 

He lies there for what feels like an eternity. He stares at the ceiling, ignoring your breaths, how you go to cling to him, and how you rub your thighs together. With his heightened sense, he can smell your arousal; the sweet aroma of it, how fast your heart beats and everything that comes with you. He tries to ignore how you begin to not-so-subtly touch yourself against him but his own arousal gives him away. His own breathing begins to match yours and he’s trying to ignore how you call his name but then your hand slips from his. You roam his body, begging for him to take care of you. Your arousal has leaked heavily, a noticeable spot darkening, your face dazed and movements sloppy as you rise above him, his tent pressed against the inside of your thigh.

Your lips are on his. It’s an awkward, tense kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth, the soft muscle touching at the points of his teeth, and your lips peppered over his face. You’re so desperate, and he tries to control himself, to not let his claws pierce your skin but you’re above him, crying for him and grinding yourself onto him. He’s a heavy weight above you, crushing you and letting himself touch your body. Shuichi is almost as needy as you are. He keeps a hand on you, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he slips inside of you, your sex leaking onto him making him fit so nice that his only thought is that you were made for his cock. He pays no mind when you nip at him, when your limb circle around him in a desperate attempt to keep him close to you. He rocks steadily, trying to keep himself calm in order not to let himself release inside of you. His pupils dilate, his claws digging into the fat of your body, grabbing at your and burying himself deep, so desperate to feel your cunt try to milk him.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro nearly jumps out of his own skin when you barge into his room. He worries at first, fearing the worst when he sees you nearly doubled over, hissing and calling his name with a shaky voice. His hand will round your shoulder, bringing you close to him, his voice drenched in worry. You flinch from his touch and he’s growing even more frantic- asking if you need anything, where does it hurt, and most importantly what happened. Through gritted teeth you are able to make out that you were attacked but not in the way that he thinks- a puff of an aphrodisiac that you had accidently inhaled is what’s making you act so strangely. Now with the worry of you being injured out of the way, he laughs. He’ll rise from his knees, and offer you his hand, not missing the way that you whine when he picks you up. In a half-serious, half-joking tone, he’ll ask if you want to be put into a marble until the effects have worn off.

He’ll lead you to your room, making sure that the only thing you touch is him. He’s careful to not let anyone see your sensitive state. While he is rather pleased that you came to him during a rather vulnerable moment, he knows that you’ll be much more relaxed in your own room. Once inside, you lean onto him, holding his hand tightly that your knuckles have begun to pale. He doesn’t know the full effects of the aphrodisiac, how painful it feels, how you’ve soaked yourself with just a simple hand hold, and how you can feel your hold on your control slip with every passing moment. He simply assumes you’re in a rather more needy state than usual. He’ll sit you down on your bed, cup our face with gloved hands and tell you that he’ll go fetch you some water to cool off but as he rises, your hands grab onto his wrists.

Assuming that the potency of the aphrodisiac wasn’t’ strong at all, he assumes that you’re more embarrassed rather than needful. He’ll sit beside you, jokingly offering the marble situation but his words die in his throat when you sit on his lap, your arms snaking around his neck as you pull yourself close to him. It’s only until he’s looking at your disheveled state that he realizes that the aphrodisiac must have been stronger than anything he thought about. His hands will shakily go to hold your hips, sucking in a sharp breath when you flinch from his touch. He’ll apologize quickly, only to falter when you let out a distressed whine and move your hips above his. 

Living life as a villain and a rather older gentleman certainly limits his sexual interactions. His hands will return to your hips while his gaze remains on your eyes that are clouded with lust. He hadn’t realized how aroused you were and you seem to be nearing him with every beat of his heart. He can feel your breath on him, sweet like strawberries and your chest rising heavily, meeting his own. You cling to him, press yourself closer until he’s unable to differentiate which beating heart is his and which is yours. His hands will leave your hips and he’ll shush your quiet pleas for him to return his hands. His gloves will slowly come off, dropped to the floor without a care. His fingertips will brush way the hair from your face and when you’re so close to him where your lips brush against his, he’ll kiss you and smile when you return it feverishly, gripping onto him and deepening what was meant to be a soft kiss.

You’re much softer than he imagined, the taste of strawberries and vanilla. Atsuhiro tries to be soft, to not let his own feelings get in the way while you’re in a heightened state, but he is unable to. He holds you close, lets his back hit your mattress, kissing your lips and letting you grind yourself above him. You’re feverish, touching him all over, letting your hands roam his body and he touches carefully. His hands will graze over your breasts, his knee will rise and rub against your sex, your moans muffled against his mouth. His bravado falls behind closed doors, his charisma nothing more than whispers under his tongue as he kisses your collarbone and makes his way to your chest, sucking in a pebbled nipple into his warm mouth. He can only whimper your name, watching as your face scrunches in pleasure, your legs straddling him, hips slowly lowering to slip him inside of you.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Going to Tomura is certainly an option. He isn’t doing anything particularly interesting when you come to him, but he is annoyed at having his solitude interrupted. When he opens the door to find you curled up as you crack out his name, practically groveling at his feet, he will narrow his eyes. He ushers you into his room quickly, a careful hand around your forearm, pulling you close to him, ignoring how you lean closer to him. He’ll toss you onto the bed, and he’s crouched before you, calling your name to look at him. Worry is evident on his features, his hands hovering over your shaky frame despite his control on his quirk. He’s nervous until you lean on him, face buried into his shoulder as you recount what happened.

He’ll laugh at you. It’s humorous to know that you were reduced to such a mess by a mistake of your own. He pulls himself away from you, rising to his full height, his brow bone raising slightly as your hands cling to his shirt, your body desperate to hold onto his. He’ll give you a wave of his hand, tell you to sort it out for yourself over in his room. As a joke, he’ll turn, and offer himself, a wicked grin on his face but he turns around before he has a chance to see your response. His name is called, and he’ll only give you half of his attention, and when you ask him if you can stay at his place for the time being, his shoulders will square. He’ll give you a flippant wave of his hand, returning his attention the game before him. 

You’re fussy is the best way that he can describe your state. You cling to his bed, you try to edge yourself closer to him, and it’s starting to become a nuisance when you wrap yourself around him. You aren’t thinking clearly, your mind too fuzzy with arousal so heavy on your mind. He can handle your fluttering touches on him, can bite the inside of his cheeks until blood stains his tongue and he can even lean into it, his face hot when your lips ghost over the pulsing point in his neck. His attention on the game is fading, concentration lost and more hit points being done onto him. You’re slipping yourself onto his lap, pleading for him to take care of you, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers. The controller falls from grip and onto the small space between your body and his and the sound of a game over is a background noise compared to your heated pants.

He is growing more and more annoyed, his erection straining against his sweatpants. He isn’t necessarily angry but seeing you in such a sensitive state is making him more and more restless. He’ll tell you to stand and with the authority in his words, you listen to him. He leads you to the bed, pushing you done to sit, fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. He understands that you’re in a state that you can’t control, but he can control his but even then, you’re begging him to touch you, grabbing his hand and pressing your lips against his palm. His lips ghost over yours, his hand pinching your face together until your lips are pursed, your tongue out, panting heavily and you stare up at him, tears in your eyes and your thighs rubbing together. He’ll tell you in a slow voice that if you really want him to take care of you then to beg for it. 

It’s pure frustration on his part as Tomura towers over you on his knees. His hands are on you, his lips kissing at every exposed skin and with just the simplest touch you become undone under him. You call his name, hold him close to you as he fingers go to slip around your throbbing sex. He’s careful over you, his hands harsh and soft, pulling taut on your nipples and rubbing teasingly slow around your leaking sex. His hair falls around you like a curtain, his lips pressed against you, until you both run out of breath. You’re gasping for breath, hugging him close to you, kissing at his scars and over still red stained cuts that curve around his neck. He pushes himself close to you, sighing as he slips into your leaking sex that hugs him close. Scarred hands will ghost over your body, each touch leaving you a burning mess that only makes you kiss him more and more until you’re gasping for breath under him.

[denkamis]

Can you please write a fluff one shot about a sk8 the infinity like his girlfriend/boyfriend/s/o falls asleep on him

to anon: omg first request omgomg thank you so much for sending one in! i wasn’t sure which sk8 character you were referring to, so i decided to write one for both reki and langa! hope you don’t mind hehe <3 this is the one for reki, the one for langa will take a little bit longer bc of valentine’s & other requests but i hope you like this one regardless!

warnings: none, just some fluffy times with the best boy. reader is gn!

word count: 1.3k

sleepyhead. (reki x reader)

Late nights were certainly not a rare occurrence with your boyfriend, Reki. He was filled to the brim with energy and passion that practically flowed out of him like a geyser. Not that you were opposed to that at all, you found that it was one of the qualities that made you fall for him in the first place. Though, you worried that he wasn’t taking into consideration his own personal health during these late night excursions. Take for instance tonight, as it was slowly approaching two thirty am, it seemed that the redhead had no clear intention of stopping his work.

The two of you were cooped up in his workshop behind his house, Reki singing along to some “cool jams” as he called them. In reality, it was his Spotify playlist of the “best 2000’s alternative” music like Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. You were barely hanging onto your string of consciousness, the mere idea of sleep sounding like absolute heaven at this very moment. You were propped up on a stool in the corner, the stack of skating magazines Reki had given you to flick through in case you got bored now sat in a neat pile off to the side. You had read each one of them front to back twice already tonight.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with Reki. You enjoyed listening to his midnight ramblings of whatever came to mind. His ideas for new boards, designs for stickers, and other creative ways to beat his future S opponents were usually his topics of interest. No one really noticed how much of an imaginative person your boyfriend was. He could be impulsive and over excited at times, but his fantastic mind and his willingness to create made your heart soar. Not only that, but he was fairly handy when it came to fixing up and assembling his own boards like he was some mad scientist waiting for one of his many experiments to go right. You indulged him as much as you could, you really did enjoy his company. Even if you would much rather be curled up beside him snuggling in bed rather than hear Reki precariously make his way through the lyrics of Check Yes Juliet for what seemed like the seventh time.

“Reki,” you spoke up finally as the analog clock on the wall indicated the current time of two forty-three am. Reki looked up from Langa’s custom longboard, hair bouncing about despite already being contained by the headband he wore everyday. “Yeah?” he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder only to see your weary eyelids and tired expression. His entire demeanour melted, lips jutted out in a tiny pout upon seeing his poor baby so tired.

He backed away from his worktable, dancing and tiptoeing across the floor to avoid stepping on any spare parts or tools he had left lying about his mishmash of a workshop.

“Is baby tired?” he cooed, sawdusted fingers beginning to tug and pinch at the corners of your cheeks. You groaned in annoyance, your sleep deprived state causing you to be a tad more irritable at this hour. “Reki,” you repeated in a more serious tone, ember coloured irises meeting your e/c ones. His calloused hands moved to cup your face, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt like home. The scent of pine and the remnants of orange crush soda invaded your senses. He smiled at you with that goofy face of his, the one that Langa constantly teased for being weird. Maybe it was your sleepy nature, but he looked even more gorgeous in the harsh LED lighting of his garage. Tiny strands of his auburn hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing as he watched your eyes begin to droop.

“Please. Let’s go to bed,” you asked of him as kindly yet firmly as you could. Reki clicked his tongue a bit, thinking for a moment before delivering a cute peck to your nose. “A few more minutes! Then we can head inside, grab a cookie or two and crawl into bed together! It’ll be just a jiffy okay? Here, you can even set an alarm,” Reki was already reaching for his phone in his hoodie pocket so that you could do just as he suggested. He stopped in his tracks as he felt your hands clasp around his hoodie, pulling him close so that you could hug his torso. He laughed at how clingy you could be while being so sleepy, his hand patting atop your head as a form of affection.

“Wow, you really are.. sleeping,” Reki’s voice trailed off as he looked down to be greeted by you completely passed out against him. Your arms held your boyfriend close, your face buried within the fabric of his yellow skater boy hoodie. Soft snores escaped you, your breathing slowed and calm as you finally let your consciousness slip out of your ever fleeting grasp. Reki’s face began to bloom with colour the longer he stared at you, panic setting in as he realized what was truly happening.

You had fallen asleep against him. Oh shit. Oh god. You were asleep against him. That meant you were so comfortable that you just so happened to pass out in his arms. Reki bit back a giddy smile, warmth cascading through him in a form of nothing but love radiating solely for you at nearly three in the morning. His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage. No matter how long he had been with you, he kept discovering new things about you that made him absolutely lose his mind. You falling asleep against him definitely being one of those many things. You looked so peaceful, so unbothered and safe within his embrace. This warmth you had given him overtook his will to keep working, his hands moving your hair out of the way of your face to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry for making you stay up, sweet baby,” he apologized in a quiet tone. His hands moved your arms to around his neck, using his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs securely around his waist. “I can’t say I’m not grateful for you being here for me, though. You could have left too, yet you stayed here for me,” Reki spoke to your sleeping form. The fact that you had stayed up with him this late made him even more grateful to have you. Reki grunted a bit as he adjusted to the newfound weight of you around him, your hair getting in his mouth and his eyes squinting to find the light switch so that he could flick it off before leaving. Reki was always careful with you, handling you as if you were a sort of glass figurine he barely even had the permission to touch.

“You look so damn cute like this, y’know,” he continued to speak as he maneuvered his way about his house, trying his best to subdue his footsteps and make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up his mom or little sisters. “Man, I’m so lucky. Seriously really lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

In your sleep, you subconsciously nuzzled your head against his chest. He melted a bit, holding back a tiny noise of happiness as he began to beam like an idiot holding his partner. You were the most amazing person, the person who made him happy every single day without fail, the person who picked him up no matter how much he bailed or got hurt. He loved you more than anything, and he wanted to treat you as well as you treated him. Even if it meant carrying you to bed after a late night of him talking your ear off about skateboarding for three consecutive hours.

all works © denkamis 2021.

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[blossom-hwa]

Hi!! Can I request for Bang Chan + continuation for breathe, and live? (for the fic game)

I love that series so much and how it’s like a collection of oneshots for a single universe 🥺💗 It’s like peeking at memories so I revisit that series often 😂 Congrats for reaching another milestone here!! 💖 love your works a lot!

anon you're so sweet, your metaphor about peeking into memories just makes me HHHHH /sends you all the virtual hugs and kisses I can spare/ I'm glad you enjoyed the series that much, so I hope you enjoy this continuation too!

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Read the original series, Breathe, and Live, here!

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Title: Catch Me If You Can (You Can)

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader (only because reader is fem in the original series, but it could be read as gender neutral here!)

Word count: 689

Triggers: none

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The smell of coffee wafts through the air as you sit on the couch, three boys perched around you as they argue about something your sleepy brain can't really be bothered to listen to. Coffee sounds so good right now - thank god for Chan, really, making your caffeinated bean juice in the kitchen at this very moment.

A small body presses into your side. You look down to see Hyunjin staring at Jisung, a bemused expression on his little face. "Even with coffee?"

"Papa always catches me in his arms," Jisung says confidently. "He'd drop the coffee. Right, Lixie?"

Felix nods quickly. "Yeah!"

Okay, you have no idea where this conversation came from - last you heard, they were talking about which Pokemon is the best - but at least this is something you can follow. "Drop coffee?" you ask. "What coffee?"

"If Papa was carrying coffee but I jumped at him, he would drop the coffee and catch me instead," Felix explains. "Same for Sungie and Jinnie."

Hyunjin frowns. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Well, this sounds like an interesting experiment. It might be a waste of a cup of coffee, but...

This will wake you up way more than any cup of bean juice ever could.

You grin. "Well, boys, why don't we test it out?"

. . .

When the coffee machine stops whirring in the kitchen, the boys are in position. Jisung stands a little distance away from the entrance, ready to run and leap into his father's arms. Hyunjin and Felix watch carefully from the sides, ready to both observe and possibly jump into Chan's arms as well, to provide two more pieces of evidence for this experiment.

As for you? You're on the couch with your phone out, ready to record every second of this. All for scientific reasons, of course.

"Y/N, I have your coffee." Chan's footsteps sound from the kitchen. Phone trained on the entrances, you press record. "It's so quiet in here -"

"PAPA!"

Chan's eyes widen almost comically as he registers a little ball of squirrel-human racing toward him at full speed. "No, Jisung, I'm holding coffee -!"

The coffee drops to the ground with a crash and a splash, and Jisung lands safely in his father's arms.

For a moment, everything is silent. Chan looks around over the top of his son's head, eyes wide in confusion. Your phone is beginning to shake in your hands out of suppressed laughter. Meanwhile, Hyunjin and Felix both give each other one look, then -

"PAPA!!!"

Two more tiny children go hurtling into Chan's arms, and suddenly, there are now three boys wrapped in various positions around Chan's body, and Chan looks even more confused. "Y/N," he asks, muffled around Felix's hair, "what's going on? Hey - are you recording me?"

You end the recording. Minho is going to get a kick out of this when you send it to him. "The boys wanted to see if you'd drop your coffee to catch them," you grin.

His eyes narrow. "You put them up to this, didn't you."

The grin on your face says everything.

"Don't send the video out." Chan's eyes turn pleading. "Please."

"No promises." You stand up, tucking your phone safely away. There's an empty space on Chan's back, and you want to see just how much he can stand before this little tower of people collapses.

Chan notices you eyeing his back as you come closer. "Y/N, no."

You grin. "Y/N, yes."

(Chan falls under the weight of three children and one adult, leaving the five of you a pile of giggles on the ground. Someone's hand is on your nose and you're pretty sure Hyunjin is wiggling underneath you, but the funniest part is Chan lying face down on ground, covered in four other bodies.

"You're cleaning up the mess," he says, muffled into the floor.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course." You slowly extricate yourself from the pile and pat his head. "Oh, good morning, by the way."

He turns his head just enough that you can see the exasperated smile on his lips. "Good morning to you too, Y/N.")

[eclipsedpascal]

You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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[that-vigilant-yaksha]

Requested by Anon: can I request hcs with xiao, albedo, and childe x reader (separately) about the reader asking them to play truth or dare, just the two of them? it went slightly towards nsfw because the reader teases the character a lot and thus SEXUAL TENSION!!

Pairings: Albedo x GN!Reader ; Childe x GN!Reader ; Xiao x GN! Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content! Nothing graphic but mentions of sexual acts

A/N: My first request! Thank you for asking! I had so much writing these. Teasing these beautiful boys and how they might reacting to it during a game of truth or dare.

You were bored. The reality didn’t match the fantasy you’d had when you decided to accompany Albedo up to his camp in Dragonspire. He actually wanted to focus on work, instead of you.

Which honestly, you shouldn’t have been surprised by. The man was obsessed with his work.

Sitting on a stool, you simply stared at his back as he pondered over the pinned papers on the board. How could one man look so sexy while reading? But you were still bummed that he wasn’t paying attention to you.

“Hey, Albedo?”

No response.

“Albedo?”

Still nothing.

Getting off the stool, you snuck over him, admiring and hating how focused he was. “Albedo!” You nearly shouted his name, throwing your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his back. “Let’s play a game!”

He agreed to play only to satiate you, because although his work meant a lot to him, he also had such a hard time saying no to you. You’ll have to explain the rules to him, as he’s never played before.

Once he has a basic understanding, Albedo plays the game seriously. He leans toward truths in the beginning. He asks strange questions, sometimes pertaining to his work. It was cute, and you let him get away with it.

But when it was his turn, you teased him endlessly. Truths were riddled with leading questions, and dares were filled with some kind of touching or kissing. You started out small, daring him for a kiss or asking for the truth of how much he thinks about you when you are apart.

Albedo isn’t stupid. While at first, he isn’t fully aware of what you are doing, he quickly puzzles it out. He’ll play dumb, calculating the best way to deal with you being so brazen.

And when he does. Oh, you are in for it. You leaned toward dares, wanting to see how far he’d take it. You’re obviously fake innocent smile as you waited to hear what he’d dare you to do only fueled him to make the dare something dirty.

“I dare you to touch yourself.”

You.exe has stopped working.

You were not prepared to hear those words come from his lips. But he was staring at you without an ounce of joking, completely serious. Your silence prompted him to tilt his head. “I believe that’s within the rules, yes? Are you refusing my dare?”

Oh, you were in for it. It was freezing up in the mountains. And he wanted you to expose yourself and masturbate? The thought did thrill you, and you realized that this was an inevitable outcome.

You comply with the dare, and things only become more heated between the two of you. Dares becoming the only thing you both chose, becoming bolder with each one.

“Perhaps next time you’ll think again before attempting to fool me, hmm?”

Occasionally, late at night, you could find Childe at Northland Bank, on night duty. He needed no assistance from the other Fatui, as the single Harbinger was more capable than a dozen of his subordinates. You weren’t supposed to bother him while he was working but you’d caught him talking to himself in different voices, showing how utterly bored he was.

 In your hands was a bottle of wine and some snacks you’d swiped from Wanmin Restaurant. Childe wasn’t the best influence on you, apparently. You tended to do some shady things after spending more time with him. “I come bearing gifts.”

Childe is absolutely thrilled that you came. He hates having to be on guard, all alone. He’s a sociable person. “Oh, I see you brought some wine and food too.” You were always a treat to be around, and the Harbinger found himself wanting to spend time with you.

The two of you spend a little time talking and drinking, snacking, and more drinking. The wine had gone to your head a little, and you thought perhaps his guard was a little down after an entire bottle. “Wanna play a game with me?”

He’s ready when you suggest a game of truth or dare. He’s played with his younger siblings often and he loves the idea.

Childe takes the game very seriously but wasn’t ready for you to take such bold actions against him. He finds it utterly adorable that you are trying to trick him. But he allows it for a little while.

He’ll pretend to not notice that your dares are getting more and more intimate, and he’ll play dumb when you ask him to tell you the truth on how much he cares for you.

It’s the tipsy side of you that is unaware that is totally playing with you, biding his time before he could turn the tables on you. Childe is the puppeteer, and you are simply the marionette, but you were always unaware.

I dare you to kiss me anywhere but on my lips. A test. To see how far the harbinger was willing to go. You'd expected the neck, maybe. Where he'd find that sweet spot to nibble on. Or he might try for your chest, as a way to return your taunts.

The world flipped, and you were flat on your back against the floor. Blue irises staring at you with such intense lust. His mouth hovering above your most sensitive part of your body.

"Ah, the look on your face is so adorable. I could just eat you up."

And he follows through with his promise. Both of you secretly glad that he always works alone. Otherwise, someone might overhear all the pretty noises you make for him.

You liked taking overnight trips to Wangshu Inn, begging Boss to go along with your little white lie that the inn was full, and you had no room to stay in. Which meant you made a plate of Almond Tofu and went to the top floor to find the resident Adeptus.

“Xiao, I made your favorite,” You said, casting a glance around the seemingly empty balcony. He was here. You could tell, since you spent so much time with him, despite his constant complaining about tainting the human world.

“You are trying to bribe an adeptus? Humans are so brazen.” But he lacked the typical irritation that he had when speaking to anyone else. He could fake it all he wanted, but you knew he liked being around you.

You snickered, offering him the plate. “Inn’s full, so you’ll let me stay with you, right? You wouldn’t want me to sleep out here in the cold and get sick, would you?”

Xiao sighed, but accepted the dish. “I would not wish to see you fall ill. I’ll allow you to stay the night, as long as you behave.” He hadn’t intended the words to be received as you took them. 

The more you thought over it, the more you wanted to twist them just a smidge. Alone in his room, you sat on the bed and waited for him to finish eating. “Xiao, let’s play a little game! To pass the time.”

What is this game you speak of? It sounds childish. He doesn't partake in silly human games.

But your bottom lip sticking out in a pleading fashion paired with your big puppy dog eyes, and the adeptus caved, unable to say no to you.

"I surrender. Explain this game to me."

 Honestly, bless this man. He tries so hard, but he is taking the game way too literally. You have to explain again that he can ask whatever and dare anything. It's easy to take advantage and get away with a lot of teasing.

You start out with daring him to let you sit in his lap and touch his hair, and for the loner Xiao, this is considered a treat. It's rare that he lets you be so affectionate.

 You up your game and start asking for lingering hugs and kisses. Just give a few wiggles in his lap and you'll have him turned on. He's a bit embarrassed but finally catches on after some questionable dares. Why were you wanting him to kiss your thighs? Not that he minded because he quite liked them.

It's so cute how unaware he is. He's got a band of pink across his cheeks, finding it harder and harder to resist you. Until he finally understands what is going on. Bless him for being so naive to human teasing.

"I see." He'd ponder his next move and be brutal about his execution. You choose dare simply to see how he'll react. "My dare for you is this. Strip, completely."

 You eagerly comply, doing it ever so slowly. Revealing your bare skin bit by bit. His golden irises watching every moment.

 Xiao is quite annoyed that you managed to confuse him for so long and get in a lot of teasing. He plans to skip your turn for a while, giving you more and more risky dares until the game ends but the night has only just begun.

[charming-2d-boys]

yayy! the ask box is open!!! may I have a request on how the adultrio would do if they wanted to kiss their female crush so bad and lovingly, but their crush secretly likes them so they kissed them back😚? Thank you❤️

Ohoho, anon 😏

Here come the emotional ice cubes melting from a kiss (can you imagine that happening? ><)

Thank you for the cute request and I hope you’ll like it! 🙇

A/N: hope it’s cute enough, I really tried to make it fluffy. One of them is loosely based on a personal experience, he he 😏

Chrollo

whipped to hell and back

now Chrollo suddenly understands all those books and poems about love and romance he’s been reading

he thought they were beautiful, but probably a little exaggerated

how could a human being feel so strongly about another one?

well, turns out, they can

while the Troupe says nothing

not that Chrollo’s expression or mannerisms change much in front of them

when it comes to you, he seems… softer

like he can just breathe a little better, see the brighter side of things

those who have known him for long, like Pakunoda or Feitan, can sense the change almost instantly

Chrollo might try to act like he usually does, but even they can see that he seems a little bit distracted

plus, he spends just a bit more time on his phone than usual and sometimes smiles when he looks at the screen

he’s always amused by what you tell him

or when you send him a photo of something you saw

or thought he might like or that reminded you of him

the Spiders think it’s cute

crush or not, they know that Chrollo seems happier and it always makes them happier as well

he isn’t even sure if you like him back

you’re always friendly and affectionate with him

so he’s happy with what he can get, even if he’d want more

but he’s happy to be able to spend time with you

so when you’re both free, he invites you to hangout

he’d like to call it a date, but he’s not sure if he should tell you how he actually feels just yet

if only he knew that you were in the same situation…

you two always go to pretty interesting places and always have fun, no matter where you are

Chrollo is so happy when you’re enjoying the street food he’s bought for the both of you

you remind him of a little chipmunk

and he’s even amused when he takes a bit of the food from your cheek

which he hopes flusters you at least a little bit because it’s cute how you try to look anywhere but at him

it works, but it makes him chuckle, which you love hearing

so win-win situation

Chrollo insists on taking you home because he’s a gentleman and wants you to be safe

if there was something you’d noticed throughout your entire hangout it’s that Chrollo’s been glancing at your lips quite often

you’d checked your face subtly in the restroom and in reflective surfaces, but there was nothing

if you thought it was what it was, then you were ready

when you reach your door and turn around, Chrollo’s smiling softly

he’s still trying to steel himself to just do something and hoping it won’t make you resent him: confess, kiss you, hold your hand, hug you, anything

he’s been dreaming and imagining kissing you for so long

always replacing the characters in books with the two of you

and imagining all the romance and clichés in poems as he does them with you

Chrollo just feels like his heart won’t be able to go on for long if he doesn’t get to bring his thoughts to life

his eyes automatically go to your lips and you feel yourself smiling

you’re counting in your head until you will hug him

you wouldn’t want to kiss Chrollo and make him uncomfortable, after all

but before you’re done counting, Chrollo’s hands are on your cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin softly

and his lips are softer than you thought they might be

and whether he expects you to be surprised or not, you don’t really wait before kissing him back

well, Chrollo is actually the surprised one

he definitely didn’t expect you to react so well and so quickly

but he can’t complain

it only makes him pull you closer and deepen the kiss

it’s so easy to feel each other smile into the kiss

Hisoka

Hisoka has been “confessing” for quite some time

okay, I’m sorry, but it always makes you laugh

he just says it in such a teasing and eccentric way that it’s hard to believe him

well, that was Hisoka’s intention since the beginning

but over time, it just started becoming a little frustrating

he had thought about whether he actually liked you or not

Hisoka had taken some time away from you

it was because of something personal, but he also saw it as an experiment

during the first few days, when he was significantly busier, he barely had time to think of you, though you were still somewhere there, in the back of his mind

but you were always the last thought before sleeping and the first one when he was waking up

he’d sometimes send you some filtered selfies – his own way of reassuring you that he was okay

he honestly can’t wait to be done and come back to you

maybe he might even take you to some of the places he’s seen one day

…

Hisoka just realises that he might have a BIG tiny crush on you

the rest of the days he’s gone are spent reflecting and thinking about you

do you like him back?

do you even consider him a friend?

well, those questions will have to wait

as soon as he’s back and taken a shower, Hisoka insists on hanging out at your place

you’d insisted on having movie nights at least once a month

junk food, comfortable clothes, laziness and a nice and invigorating skin-care routine

the two of you pretty much just melt into the cushions after you’ve stuffed yourselves full

despite the invigorating face masks, you’re both pretty tired

not enough to fall asleep, but not enough to clean up the mess around you

you’re laying down on the couch, your head almost touching the side of Hisoka’s thigh while he sits upright, but a little bit slumped to the side, close to you

one of his hands is absentmindedly playing with the fingers on one of your hands

the movie playing for you isn’t the most interesting

well, your tiredness makes it even less interesting

Hisoka looks down at you and smiles a little when he notices that your eyes are closed

his hand squeezes your own before it leaves for your cheek

the touch of his fingers is almost feather-light

Hisoka’s pretty sure that you’re tired enough to answer his questions without really thinking through

(Y/N), are we friends? ♠️

Mm, ‘course we are…

And what would you say if I told you I like you? ♥️

Very funny, ‘Soka…

his expression sours a little at that

What if I’m serious this time? ♣

Sure you are… you always are…

Hisoka is actually a little annoyed

how dense could you be?

he would tease you and always make it seem like you had a crush on him

but he was actually serious for once – no smile, no teasing

too bad he didn’t realise that this was your plan ever since he’d started playing with your fingers

Then can I show you? ♦

Mhm…

he’s a little nervous, but he smirks nevertheless and licks his lips before kissing you

he probably expected you to either be shocked and hit him

or kiss him back sleepily

but you pretty much just kissed him back, a lot harder than he did

your hand cupping his cheek

his eyes were wide as he saw you open yours

and you let go of his lips, grinning mischievously

it barely lasted for a second before he was pulling you upright and in his arms, lips diving in back to yours as he smirked happily

you’d tease him about his so-called confession later

Illumi

someone help this poor guy already

yeah, so, Illumi had no idea that he even felt anything for you

for quite a while

he was a bit too dense when it came to how affectionate you were

some of your gestures were on purpose

pretty much just testing the waters

but Illumi thought that that’s how you treated everyone

so he didn’t see himself as anyone special in your life

cue face-palm

but yeah, you decided that you’d leave it at that

if it happened and Illumi would ever like you romantically, great

if not, then you’d slowly move on and remain only friends

it’s not until Hisoka jokingly asks Illumi if you’re single that he sort of stops

his fingers twitch a little, almost ready to grab his needles

and his bloodlust increases

Hisoka smirks knowingly before telling him that he was only joking

Illumi can’t stop thinking about the moment though

he keeps theorising about what it’d be like if you told him that you found someone you liked

oh, he did not like that at all

he would’ve asked you, but since you were the subject of the new… feelings he was having, it didn’t seem like such a good idea

so, on to the internet

pretty much every site he checked said the same thing: a crush on its way to becoming actual love

next level: denial

Illumi is an assassin

he doesn’t need friends

he doesn’t need love

so how did he fall for you?

not even he knows

but he knows that, as much as he denies it, he likes being around you

spending time with you, hearing you talk, hearing you laugh, especially if he made you laugh

the thoughts of taking you out and actually getting to be the only one for you slowly make him accept the situation he’s in

and the more time he spends with you, the more Illumi starts thinking about wanting to confess

you’re as affectionate and friendly as ever

and Illumi actually glares at anyone who comes close to you with the intention of flirting

that hangout of yours means the two of you go to a little ice cream parlour

Illumi’s treat, as he always insists

he’s listening to you talk about what you’ve been doing while he was away for a mission for a few days

to others, it looks like he’s zoning out, words going in one ear and out the other

but you know better

Illumi is literally hanging on to your every word, watching the way your eyes crinkle in happiness

they way your cheeks almost seem to develop dimples from how hard you’re trying not to smile too much

the way your lips move and how they look so kissable

he absentmindedly takes a spoonful of his ice cream

attention snapping to your laughter as you’re looking at him with a fond smile

you lean forward and Illumi does it too without even thinking

your intention was to wipe the side of his mouth with your napkin since he didn’t seem to have noticed the ice cream there

while he thought that you wanted to kiss him

so he did it for you instead

you were stunned for a fraction of a second before smiling and pulling him closer, hands on his cheeks

Illumi could feel his heart beat loudly in his chest

he didn’t see the shock on the other customers’ faces

honestly, neither did you

you were both a little too busy enjoying the moment

but when you laughed happily because your crush was actually mutual and you even got your first kiss with him

Illumi’s lips quirked in a little smile before he fed you some of his remaining ice cream

holding onto your hand tightly as you continued talking and occasionally kissing here and there

no one said a thing, too afraid of Illumi

good thing you weren’t

[soft-for-them]

husband has a real ring to it ♡ sam wilson x male reader

anon: hey so like, being sam wilson's husband (or new husband) at your wedding??? (sorry it’s a bit short...)

i haven’t specified if the male reader is cis or trans but there is a bit in here where the reader compares themself to steve, whether you see this as the reader being trans or cis is up to you.

the gif has no significance it’s just a good gif... also there is a HUGE lack of sam content out there. people get you shit together and write about my fave man. not proof read.

It is an odd time.

The country you now stand in is completely foreign to you. Nat can speak the language; you think it might me some form of Russian. If you could guess you think you might be in the Ukraine or a country that was once a part of Soviet Union.

None of the on the run Avengers will tell you exactly where you are for you safety but you don’t care.

All you care about right now is the blazer you just tried on is too wide at the shoulders.

Even Steve says the shoulders of the jet black jacket are too wide even for him and that saying something coming from a man who was artificially made to be the spitting image of masculinity and heroism.

Sometimes you do get jealous of the super soldier and how he came to be.

Once a skinny and short kid now the second most handsome man you’ve ever seen, sometimes you think ‘if only i was as strong as Steve and not a useless civilian’.

Thought if anyone hears your negative thoughts in this small, cramped room off the side of a small abandoned church you would be done for. 

Natasha, Wanda, Steve and Sam have always loved you and they don’t tolerate your pessimism at all. None of them will take your self-loathing especially on this very day.

But that’s the thing, you’re not self-loathing today. You push away any non-happy thoughts and put on a genuine smile.

It may not be official in the eyes of the law for your other half is a wanted war criminal but your getting married to your long time boyfriend Sam Wilson today and nothing will stop you from doing so. You have both promised that he will properly marry you but for now you have agreed to exchanging rings.

‘Where did you find this place?’ you ask Nat as she takes you too big blazer from you.

The place is completely and utterly abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Plants have caved in apart of the roof but the stained glass still absorbs and reflects light making the rotten pews look like the seats of a king.

‘I knew you might not want to get married in a church but this is the safest place I could find, that with the fact this is no longer a place of worship.’ She walks over to you and tucks a handkerchief into your white dress shirt pocket.

Regardless of if your religious or not you know this place is a perfectly acceptable place to trade rings with the man you love.

Nat looks you over and smiles, her arms wrapping themselves around you in a rare hug.

‘You look very handsome (y/n).’ she mutters.

‘Even with my beard?’ you half joke, referring to the scraggly hair growing back on your chin from shaving it off the week before for a disguise.

‘You have a better beard that Sam and Cap put together.’ Her tone is joyous but utterly serious which makes you smile grow even bigger.

You do not feel any negativity, all you feel is utter euphoria in your wedding attire.

‘You ready to go’ she whispers like a happy mother about to marry off her only son.

All you do is nod as you let her lead you out to the alter where you both wait for Sam and Cap to arrive.

Wanda sits in a front pew; she very obviously misses Vision and if it was up to you he would be here to celebrate for you had befriended the synthetic man before the ‘civil war’ happened.

But alas none of you can risk you all being found out on your unofficial wedding day.

For a moment you all wait in silence looking up the stain glass of some kind of saint.

This isn’t the place you want to get married in but you can see it’s charm even if it’s been abandoned, ransacked and left to rot.

You can imagine Steve giving Sam a prep talk, for he had given you one about an hour before.

When Steve had talked to you he seemed like a overjoyed father, even with the tears in his eyes, you’re still thankful the super soldier talked to you.

Your waiting is cut short as the side door that you and Nat had came through opens to show both Steve and Sam.

Steve walks out first, holding the door open for Sam then Sam walks out, his eyes automatically on you.

‘Ow, I though Steve was going to walk you down the aisle.’ Wanda quips to Sam despite her brooding feelings.

A short conversation goes on between Sam and Steve (probably another pep talk) but all you can focus on is Sam looking at you as he talks to Steve.

Steve pats Sam on the shoulder, which turns into a hug, then he lets him go.

 Sam wears a suit very similar to yours; a simple black suit that could be found quickly and very easily without being detected by Tony or an of the American government.

The woman in the small mum and pop shop where very kind to you both despite their being a language barrier, they had helped you get the suits for a good price.

Much like you also Sam wears no blazer jacket, with you don’t mind considering you can see every muscle through the hand made white shirt.

‘Where’s your blazer?’ you ask.

He walks right out to you and holds your hands. His hands are cold but you assume it’s from standing around in a derelict church for a while.

‘It was too small in the shoulders.’ He smiles, the gap in teeth showing.

‘Ah, that could have been my blazer Sam.’ You laugh grabbing the attention of the others. You all laugh at the mishap of the mixed up blazer but that doesn’t really matter.

Wanda stands up and passes both of you the rings; one single silver band with your name carved on the inside for you and a much fancier looking ring for Sam. Despite Sam’s ring looking more expensive it’s actually very cheap.

He had quickly bought it when you were all hiding out in China, Sam had quickly realised that he had a ring for you but he didn’t have one for himself. He’s had your pure silver ring for years now waiting for the right moment to give it to you.

 ‘How do we actually do this?’ you whisper whilst the other sit down on the pews.

‘I don’t really know, maybe when just exchange the rings and say something.’

‘Like vows? Do we kiss?’ the questioning isn’t really that serious for the two of you are smiling like idiots.

‘Well all I can say is that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you-’ Sam begins saying as he slips the silver ring on your finger, ’-I love you my husband.”’

’Wow… husband has a real ring to it.’ You beam as look down at Sam’s hands, you fingers nimbly placing his ring on, ‘-Does this now mean I get to kiss the bride?’

Your joke not only makes yourself laugh but you can hear the laughter of the other in the background.

‘Gladly.’ Is all Sam say before holding your face and kissing you.

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honestly i don’t think this is the best thing ever but i’m posting it.

i’ve been writing a lot of ftm trans reader requests today so i kind of automatically wrote the reader as trans at first. i’ve changed it so the reader can be cis or trans but i just putting that out there just in case i’ve forgotten to change something. (sorry)

also i know that many people have different types of weddings and cultures so i’ve tried to make it as ambiguous as i can, that why it’s not a technically legal wedding.

anyway, sam is the best and i would love to write more fics for him!

[kokorosfanfics]

maybe... headcanons on how would the dr1 boys would react to their s/o giving them cookies?

Of course anon! This is a cute request. -Mod Kokoro.

The Danganronpa One Boys Receive Cookies From Their S/O!

Makoto Naegi

*You gently packaged the cookies into a cute box with a bow on it. You decided your super cute boyfriend needed cookies.

*You handed him the box, and he was very happy to see cookies.

*”Wow, you made me cookies S/O? Thank you so much!” He said as he happily began eating the cookies.

*You giggled, it was cute to see him so happy to eat cookies you made for him.

*You opened your eyes to see him poking your lips with a cookie.

*”I know you made these for me, but I wanted to share with you!”

*You smiled, opened your mouth and let him feed you.

*”Makoto, you are adorable.”

*“Hey, so are you! You’re the most adorable thing ever!”

Yasuhiro Hagakure

*You figured you’d give your goofball boyfriend some delicious cookies! 

*He smiled widely when you presented a gift box to him, and he smiled even wider at the sight of cookies.

*”Aww, is my little fortune cookie giving me cookies?”

*You love when he calls you that nickname. Your face heats up every single time.

*”Yes Hiro, these are for you.” you smiled at him.

*”Thank you so much!” He took the box and began eating. “Wow S/O! These are the best cookies I’ve ever had! Thank you so much, these are now my all time favorites!”

*He ate up the whole thing, and oh boy was his face a mess. There were crumbs all over!

*”Hey, Hiro, you’ve got a little something.” You cupped his cheek and kissed him, your lips wiping off the cookie crumbs.

*”W-Woah... S/O...” He looked up at you with a cute goofy smile.

*He ended up pulling you into another kiss. This man loves your kisses, he can’t get enough of them.

*The next day, you heard a knock on your dorm room door.

*You opened it to find an adorable smiling Yasuhiro holding a bag of cookies.

*”I know these probably won’t be as good as the ones you made for me, but I still wanted to make you some!”

*You pulled him into your room and kissed him smack dab on the lips. Can your boyfriend get any sweeter?

Byakuya Togami

*You wanted to see him smile. A warm, genuine smile. You figured making his favorite cookies would do it.

*So, you approached him when you found him in the library, reading a book.

*”Byakuya, I made these for you!” You smiled and held out the box.

*”What’s this?” He took the box from you and opened it. He seemed unimpressed at first, but when he took a bite, he smiled. He finally had a genuine smile.

*”S/O.. Thank you. These are delicious.” He said it with a straight face, but then he held the box under his arm, and took you behind a bookshelf for privacy.

*He embraced you tightly, so tightly it was crushing you.

*”S/O... Thank you so, so much. No one’s ever been as kind and compassionate to me as you have... I really do love you, S/O. Even if I don’t show it sometimes.”

*You hugged back, smiling happily. “I love you too, Byakuya.”

*Byakuya really loves your cooking. But most of all, he loves you!

Leon Kuwata

*You were just putting the cookies in the oven, when Leon came from behind you and hugged you from behind.

*”How’s my girlfriend/boyfriend/lover doing?” He asked as he nuzzled your neck.

*”O-Oh! Hey Leon! And I’m doing good, how about you?” Your face felt warm, having your very attractive boyfriend holding you.

*”Better now that I have you in my arms.~” He mumbled to you, kissing your cheek. You squeaked in surprise.

*The flirting went on for a bit until the oven beeped at you, signaling the cookies were done.

*”Woah, you made cookies S/O? That’s so cool!” He had to let go of you so you could bend down to get the cookies out of the oven.

*”Yeah, I made them for you!” You said as you set them on the rack to cool.

*Leon was smiling ear to ear. “Really? They’re for me?” He was excited. His S/O made something for him!

*”Of course!” You said, giving him a kiss.

*The cookies finally cooled, and Leon happily began eating one. 

*”Mmm! S/O, this is delicious!” Leon said as enjoyed his cookie.

*”I’m glad you like them, Leon!” 

*Leon then suddenly got an idea. A flirty one.~

*He grabbed a cookie, placed it into his mouth, but the cookie was sticking out of his mouth. One hand wrapped around your waist, the other held the back of your head as he pulled you close to him.

*Face feeling as hot as could be, you opened your mouth as the two of you began eating the cookie. You placed your arms around his neck, and as the cookie was eaten up, the two of you entered a heated make out session.

*You were definitely going to make cookies a lot more often.

Chihiro Fujisaki

*You have such a cinnamon roll boyfriend. So, you decided you’d feed him cookies.

*You wanted to hand feed the cutie yourself, and you figured he might be more comfortable with that if you two were somewhere private.

*So, you invited him to come spend tie in your room, saying you had a surprise for him, which is true.

*”S/O! I’m here!” He walked in excitedly.

*”Hiya Chi Chi!” You loved to call him that when the two of you were alone.

*He blushed at that, and he sat next to you on the bed.

*”You said you had a surprise for me?”

*”Yup! Here!” You pulled the box from behind your back and showed him.

*”Oh! It’s a present! For me?” Chihiro asked, stars in his eyes.

*”Of course! Open it!” You told him.

*He happily opened it, to find cookies inside it. “S/O! Thank you so much!”

*He was beaming happily as he ate a cookie.

*You watched him, waiting for him to finish it.

*He looked at you so happily, and he snuggled up against you.

*”S/O, I love you so much!”

*”I love you too, Chihiro.” You said as you picked up a cookie, and held it to his mouth.

*Chihiro blushed furiously, and opened his mouth to let the cookie in.

*He secretly enjoyed this. A lot.

Mondo Owada

*You just set the cookies on the cooling rack when you heard a knock at the door.

*”Babe, can I come in?” You heard your biker boyfriend from the other side of the door.

*”Coming!” You finished placing all the cookies on the rack, and let Mondo in.

*”Hey baby!” Mondo gave you kiss, which you happily returned, and he stepped inside the room. 

*”Something sure smells good. You baking something?” He asked.

*“Oh! Yeah I was just making some cookies for you.” You told him.

*”For me? Really?” He blushed and scratched the back of his head.

*”Yeah! They’ll be cool enough to eat in a few minutes.” You sat next to him on the couch.

*The two of you cuddled for a bit while you waited for the cookies to cool.

*When the cookies finished cooling, Mondo was happy to eat some, and he liked them a lot.

*”Wow, S/O, this is delicious, I like these a lot!” He said as he continued eating.

*You smiled seeing your boyfriend so happy about something you made for him.

*Mondo pulled you into his lap suddenly, and held you tightly as he held a cookie to your mouth, blushing and looking to the side as he tried to feed you.

*Your face felt warm as you slowly opened your mouth to let him feed you.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

*Taka agreed to meet you at 3:00 sharp for a study date in his dorm room. You decided to surprise him with some cookies!

*You had the cookies in a nice little box for him, and you knocked on his door.

*”S/O! You’re here! Ready to begin our study session?” Taka asked as he let you in.

*”Sure thing!! I even made something for you.” You said as you handed him the box.

*”Oh? I wonder what it is!” Taka said as he opened it. His face lit up at the sight of cookies.

*”Aww, S/O! Thank you so much!”

*”You’re welcome, Taka!” You said as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

*Taka blushed so hard his face matched his eyes, which happened quite a lot.

*Taka really enjoyed your cooking a lot, he was always happy to eat whatever  you made for him!

*The study session had more eating and cuddling than it did studying.

[vs-redemption]

Hey! Well since today is halloween , can i request a Dabi,Twice,Toga or Tomura (your choice) where thier s/o wanted to watch a very gore/scary horror movie with them but never got scared?

From Cindy: Thanks for request anon! I bumped this one up to the top of the priority list so that I could get it out as close to Halloween as possible! I chose to write Toga instead of Shigaraki just because I’ve never written for her and wanted to give it a shot. If you still want one with Shiggy, don’t hesitate to send in another request!

Dabi, Twice, and Toga x Reader - Watching a scary movie together

Dabi

One of the things Dabi enjoyed most about dating you was that you had zero connections with the League of Villains and were completely uninvolved in his extracurricular criminal activities. Those things were still important to him, of course, but after spending most of his time burning unworthy allies alive in alleyways, unleashing nomus into cities full of innocent people, and plotting ways to bring about the destruction of the country’s corrupted society in general, it was nice to have someone he could go to and take a break from the violence and just relax with.

You had never judged him for his goals or the morally questionable ways he went about achieving them, but you yourself had never expressed even the tiniest desire to participate. You agreed with him about some of the injustices present in the whole hero/villain system, but from what Dabi could tell, there wasn’t a single vengeful or violent bone in your body. Because of this, it was pretty amusing to him when you came up to him on Halloween, asking him to watch a scary movie with you. He lets out a dry laugh, imagining that you had one of the PG classics in mind. Imagine his surprise when he plopped down on the couch next to you and saw you pull up the title of the most brutal and bloody slasher movie available on the TV.

“Hey, you sure you want to watch something like this?” Dabi had to believe you’d gone to that movie on accident. “How about something a little more family friendly?” He raises his eyebrows when you whirl around to face him with a cute scowl as if he’d offended you.

“It’s Halloween, Dabi.” You say it as if that was all the reason you needed to back your decision. You turn back to the TV and press the play button on the remote. Dabi shrugs his shoulders and makes himself comfortable as the opening credits begin to play. Once you figured out how bad the movie actually was, he was sure you’d turn it off and switch to a different one. His bewilderment grew in intensity as the characters got hacked to pieces one by one with not a sound or twitch from you. By the end of the movie he’d gone from total shock to strangely proud. Who knew the love of his life would have such an iron stomach?

Twice

Twice had been looking forward to Halloween ever since Shigaraki had informed the League of Villains that they’d all be free from doing any nefarious activities that day. It wasn’t that he cared much for the spooky holiday, but it was rare for him to get a day off from his villain duties. Naturally, his plan was to spend the entire day with you, his imagination conjuring up adorable images of carving pumpkins together and making popcorn balls to pass out to the neighborhood trick-or-treaters. Thankfully, he could wear a mask when answering the door so nobody would recognize him as a member of the League of Villains.

When the day of October 31st finally arrived, Twice showed up at your place with bags full of Halloween candy and a bunch of other random things he’d managed to swipe from a nearby grocery store. He had told you that he would do anything you wanted today, so he wanted to be prepared. Needless to say, he hadn’t been ready at all for you to announce that you’d rented the new horror film that had come out recently. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the rating and read the description.

“Isn’t this too scary?” He asks you, the concerned look on his face was obvious even with the mask he wore over his head.

“No, I don’t think so,” you shake your head while grabbing a blanket so that you could both snuggle up together. “It’s perfect to get us into the Halloween spirit.”

“I just don’t want you to get nightmares,” he says sweetly before his clashing personality spoke up, “You’re going to cry for your mommy!”

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure him with a kiss on the cheek before pulling him over to the couch. “There’s no way I can get scared as long as you hold my hand.” The sweet words made Twice feel a little better, but he still had some reservations. If watching a movie like this would make you happy though, he wouldn’t protest anymore.

Somehow, all his worries had backfired on him. The film you’d chosen was full of jump scares that seemed to catch him off guard no matter how much he tried to prepare for them. What made it worse was the little snicker you let out each and every time he gasped and clenched his hand tighter around yours.

“How come this movie isn’t affecting you at all?” he whispers during an especially tense scene where the music really exaggerated the suspense. “You crazy or something?” You let out a small laugh and lean closer into his side.

“One of us has to be the brave one,” you tease while patting him affectionately on the leg. He knows you’re joking but puts a hand dramatically over his heart to act wounded anyway. The smile his antics bring to your face cheers him up, and he knows he’d watch a million more scary movies as long as it meant spending time with you.

Toga

“Happy Halloween!” Toga attacks you with a hug as soon as you open the door to let her in. Your front room fills with the sound of your laughter as she peppers your face with kisses. She was always super affectionate, especially if you hadn’t see each other in a while. Her role in the League of Villains kept her pretty busy, so you both cherished these rare occasions that allowed you to spend time together.

“Happy Halloween,” you reply happily once she gives you a moment to catch your breath. “I can hardly believe we have the whole night to ourselves!”

“I know!” Toga skips into your kitchen, going right for the block of knives you kept on the counter. She pulls out the biggest one. “I have so many ideas! Do you think we could make a jack-o-lantern with Mr. Stainy’s face on it?” Even though carving out the details of the hero killer’s face seemed a little above either of your skill levels, gutting and butchering a pumpkin sounded right up Toga’s alley.

“We can certainly try,” you say, causing your girlfriend to smile happily and cuddle the knife she was holding to her chest. It had taken you a while to get used to her quirky behavior, but now it hardly registered in your mind when she did anything unconventional like that.

“Hey,” you call her attention after a second. “Before we carve pumpkins, I was thinking we could watch a movie.” You tell her the title and a manic grin spreads across her face. Before you can even blink, she’s standing right in front of you.

“I’ve heard of that movie,” she hums while tilting her head curiously. “Isn’t it really super bloody and gory?” You nod your head in confirmation while wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

“You like blood and gore,” you say knowingly. “That’s why I picked it.” Toga taps the flat end of the knife she was still holding against your shoulder as she thinks over your words.

“You’d really watch something like that for me?” she asks almost shyly. You nod your head again and she lets out a delightful sounding laugh.

“Okay!” She pulls out of your embrace so she can bounce excitedly on the balls of her feet. “But if you get sick, you can’t blame me!”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure her before running to grab pillows and blankets from your room to make the sofa more comfortable.

As the movie starts, Toga is both surprised and impressed when you keep your promise. The brutal action from the movie doesn’t appear to bother you at all. In fact, you seemed just as enthralled by it as she was. By the middle of the movie, both of you are cheering and rooting for the killer as he hunts down and slaughters each of his victims. When the ending credits begin to roll, you both agree that you’d have to arrange for more horror movie nights in the future.