#i hope this makes some sense it is Very late and im Very sleepy but i simply had to come scream

[nutcasewithaknife]

It's just episode 2 and I'm in love with how this show does intimacy of any sort, let alone sex. I get why we're all losing it over how wandee is okay with the necklace thing but not with kissing, but that's the perfect example. First we see Wandee make it extremely clear that kissing is out of bounds because it carries a certain emotional significance for him. The fact that he calls it silly but still enforces it strongly is an excellent way to put across that yes, he doesn’t think kissing is always carried romantic connotations and such, but it is special for him. He isn't assuming that Yoryak's desire to kiss him is a sign of romantic feelings either (and imo neither is yoryak at this point). They're not using a rulebook or scale of what various sorts of intimacy mean, they're assuming nothing and communicating what they want and do not want at each step. And when Yoryak puts the necklace on him and kisses that instead, it's a new thing for them. For Yoryak, it scratches the itch of wanting to kiss him. It doesn't have the emotional weight in Wandee's mind that a kiss has, and maybe that allows him to explore this brand new relationship, test its shape and its boundaries in ways less burdened with expectations for him. There's time yet before their own newfound intimacies take on a new meaning as their feelings for each other change, and I can't wait to see how well they communicate about that.

[n0thingbutlov3]

need you now | 2 |

in which readers true feelings are revealed.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings/tags: angst again (whoops) miscommunication (it’s short dw) fluff, reader is hungover lol, spencer is handsomely disheveled (moans) mentions of blueberry muffins being readers favourite type of muffin (sorry for not being vague but also if you don’t like blueberry muffins??? why) some tears, some swearing, some kissing, suggestiveness at the end of you squint (WHOOPS *evil smirk*) no use of y/n!! wc: 2.1k a/n: call me slim shady because i am back!!! i procrastinated writing this because i was scared everyone was secretly judging my writing and actually hated it and a second part would be a stupid idea but THEN i realised that was a little bit silly so im here B) part one got over 1000 notes (INSANE) all the support has been so so lovely—every note, reblog, and comment means the world to me, thank you!! i hope this part is okayy, feedback is always appreciated :) i hope you enjoy it you choose to read!!! <3 p.s kissing scenes are so difficult to write, i think i done absolutely awful!!!so let’s ignore that…. if you haven’t already and you’d like to, you can read part one here!

Your eyelids twitched as the early morning sun filtered through your bedroom. What was usually a calming wake-up call now felt like being blinded.

You burrowed your face into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to dull the throbbing in your head. This is why you didn’t drink often.

Asides from the obvious headache and nausea, you always seemed to wake up with a sense of dread; ‘hangxiety’—a friend had called it once. It was creeping up on you now, and even though you weren’t sure exactly what you had done, you knew it was bad. You flipped onto your back, fixing your gaze to the ceiling as if it could tell you what irreparable mistakes you had made last night.

It couldn’t, of course. The only thing you had realised is that you should probably coat it in a new layer of paint soon.

“How’re you feeling?”

You shot up, eyes widening at the sight of a man in your doorway. A man whose sleepy voice and disheveled hair threatened to make you melt, but a man who should not be in your doorway, nonetheless; Spencer.

Your brain was quick to supply you with information then, your memory coming back in hazy remnants. You were upset so you…called Spencer for the first time in months. Yikes. He didn’t answer so you turned to a bottle of high end whiskey instead—yikes, again—and passed out on your couch, only to wake up to your ex-boyfriend in your apartment. Cue more sobbing, a pathetic attempt at asking—no, more like begging—him to get back together with you, and that was it. Well, mostly. There was also the promise of discussing your breakdown in the morning. The morning, which was now.

What the fuck.

“Like I’ve been napalmed.” You weren’t sure you were just referring to your raging hangover.

That prompted a raspy kind of chuckle from him and Jesus Christ—you really shouldn’t have called, because it was going to be infinitely harder to watch him leave when he inevitably told you you were sad loser who needed to get a grip and move on—except, he’d be a lot nicer than that, wouldn’t he? Because even if things were over between you, he was still the sweetest person you had ever met and he’d never say anything to intentionally hurt you. Maybe things would be easier if he did. If he wasn’t so sickeningly perfect—if he just insulted you in the way you were certain you deserved, then maybe you’d get over him quicker.

“So, I-ah-uber’d breakfast—“

Your inner turmoil came to a screeching halt at those words.

“You uber’d? You?”

He scoffed, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“The team’s been very into it lately and I always finish my paperwork first so it only makes sense that I—stop laughing! I can uber!”

“Sorry! I just can’t imagine the great Doctor Reid stooping to the levels of a fast food delivery app. Do you ever order to the wrong place?”

“No.” he said, unconvincingly. “Well, only once—“

You were laughing again.

He whined, turning on his heel.

“Just take your aspirin and hurry up!” He grumbled petulantly as he left the room, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

After a quick freshen up and taking the pills placed on your bedside table—as per his request—you padded through to the living room, joining Spencer on the couch.

You gasped delightedly as he pulled out muffins from a brown paper bag. To be more specific, blueberry muffins; your favourite.

“Did you know that blueberries are good for fighting hangovers? They’re rich in vitamin C, which helps break down and metabolise blood alcohol. Muffins too, they—what? Do I have something on my face—“

“No! No, sorry,” You had been caught staring—ogling, more like. “I just missed…that.”

“What? My incessant rambling?” He was joking, but you could hear the insecure twinge in his voice—the one that told him he was too much. Over the course of your relationship, you had showed him that he didn’t have to think like that around you—that he was never too much; he was perfect in your eyes. You hated that he doubted that now.

“Yes, actually.” You tried to keep your tone light, unserious. But there was nothing unserious about just how badly you had missed the man sitting beside you. How you could hear his voice in your mind when you drove late at night, giving you statistics on accidents. Or how on other late nights, you swore you could feel his hands ghosting over your skin—only to find out it was your imagination.

If he could see how truthful you were being, he didn’t acknowledge it, turning his attention back to the coffee table.

“I’ll, um, save you the facts on how beneficial coffee is for hangovers, anyway.” He smiled awkwardly, shuffling a paper coffee cup to where your muffin sat.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, “for the coffee, not the withholding of information—i’m a real fiend for coffee facts…especially when they’re related to curing hangovers!” You said a little too cheerily, trying to alleviate the awkward tension. Although, that only seemed to make it worse.

Spencer just huffed out a little laugh in response, taking the wrapper off of his muffin.

The rest of breakfast went by in silence. Not the comfortable silence you always seemed to have with Spencer—when you were together, you reminded yourself—but a strained one. The kind of silence that occurs when there’s something left unsaid, and you’re just waiting for someone to spit it out.

Spencer broke first.

“So we should probably talk…about last night.”

You finished the remainder of your coffee, setting the empty cup down before turning your whole body to Spencer, tucking your legs up underneath you.

“Right, yeah…”

A beat passed, Spencer’s eyes darting around your face—assessing you.

For someone who had imagined this conversation in your mind countless times, you certainly weren’t saying much.

“I—uh…was very drunk.”

Something in him shifted, like he was putting up imaginary walls.

“So you didn’t mean…any of it?” His brow furrowed, his nose twitching slightly.

“Well no, but I—“ You what? Meant every word you said and more? You couldn’t just say that. You had just got a small part of Spencer back and you didn’t want to ruin it by coming on too strong.

He waited for you to add something, anything, to show him that maybe, maybe there was a tiny part of you that still wanted him as badly as he wanted you. But you didn’t. You just sat there, playing with the fabric of your—his—t-shirt.

He couldn’t do it.

He was so tired of loving people only for them to leave like he had meant nothing to them. Was that all he was to you? Someone you could call when your inhibitions were lowered, looking for comfort? He would do anything to be back in your life again, but he couldn’t be a person of convenience; someone you only wanted when you were lonely.

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing down the tightness in his throat.

“You were drunk and you got carried away, I get it. I think I better go though—“

“What? No, I—“ You bobbed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the words necessary to keep him here. There were too many of them and yet none at all. None except for three. Three words that you wished you had the courage to say months ago, or weeks ago, or last night. But you never claimed to be a courageous person, and you weren’t about to spill your heart out again only for it to end up in rejection.

Spencer stood, making his way to your bedroom to grab his shoes and coat. He didn’t care about his other clothes, he could buy more—he just needed out before he broke.

You sat dumbfounded on the couch, willing yourself to do something, say something. It was like you were frozen. And you stayed frozen. As Spencer shuffled around your bedroom, as he returned to the living room—completely avoiding your gaze—even as he searched for his keys. You hadn’t realised he had driven over here. He didn’t usually drive unless he had to get somewhere urgently. Were you someone worth seeing urgently to him?

He picked up his keys, heading for your door and only then did you realise how dire the situation was. If he left now you weren’t sure he would ever come back.

“No—wait, Spencer!” You stammered, lunging off the couch to try and stop him. He unlocked the door, moving to leave when you grabbed onto his jacket sleeve.

“Please don’t—I love you!”

“What?”

He turned to face you and you noticed just how wrecked he looked—not at all dissimilar from how you had for the last few months. Had he looked like that the whole time?

You must’ve been staring because when you came back to your senses he was calling your name exasperatedly.

“Do you mean it?”

You were fed up living like this; harbouring so much love for someone and not being able to express it. Even if he didn’t love you back, even if he was over you, you couldn’t go another moment without at least telling him how you felt.

“Yes,” you heaved, “I love you—I never stopped loving you, I was just…” You knitted your brows together, unsure how to phrase what you were feeling.

“I’ve never loved someone the way I love you and that’s…terrifying. I thought the way I felt was wrong, like—when you were on cases, I missed you so much, more than I thought humanely possible and—well, I never wanted to be the kind of girl to base her happiness on another person because that’s how you get hurt. So, I thought the only way to combat that was by…distancing myself. I thought if you weren’t in my life anymore then I’d be able to get a grip and become more independent—“ you huffed, trying to stop the wobble of your voice. “but it didn’t work, because then I was just missing you twice as much, except I couldn’t see you at all—“

“You could’ve answered my messages, we could’ve—“

“So you could return your key? Then things would actually be over. Why do you think I ignored your messages?”

“Why do you think I kept messaging? Angel, I was never going to return that key—at least not willingly—I just wanted to see you, to see if you were doing just as horribly without me as I was without you. You know, I couldn’t even focus on cases—Hotch even suggested I take some time off.”

You frowned, your voice impossibly small. “I’m sorry.”

He took a step toward you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Don’t apologise, you were dealing with your emotions in the best way you knew how. I just wish…” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I wish I hadn’t let you go so easily.”

His eyes were shining and—God, you wished you could take it all back. All the pain you had caused him, caused yourself, just because you were too scared to talk about your feelings.

“I wish I hadn’t left.” You blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. “Y’know, I read a book on astrophysics because it reminded me of you. I didn’t understand any of it but I couldn’t put it down. I still—“ you let out a watery chuckle. “still have it in my bedroom somewhere.”

Spencer smiled, swiping under your eye at a tear that must’ve escaped.

“Yeah? Maybe I can read it to you—help you understand it.”

“I’d like that.”

You didn't know much about celestial bodies or the ultimate fate of the universe, but you could've sworn you'd seen the stars pictured in that book in Spencer’s eyes when he looked at you.

“Say it again.” He mumbled, tilting his head down so that your faces were just inches apart.

“I love you.”

And then his lips were on yours, impossibly soft and everything you had been missing since you had broken up. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed and all you could do was sigh into him because you knew the feeling.

He leaned back all too soon, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, I should probably go—“ He smirked, but you cut him off before he could continue his teasing.

“You’re not funny.”

He narrowed his eyes, sucking his teeth.

“I don’t know, I—“

You pressed a firm hand on his chest, bunching the cotton of his t-shirt into a fist.

“Stop. Stay—we can have a pyjama day and maybe for dinner, you can show me just how tech savvy you’ve become and uber us some food—“

He rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut before pressing his lips to yours with more force this time.

“Stop talking.”

[jinkicake]

After A Long Night... 

He returns home to you. 

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Xiao x Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this for my beloved Kaeya and then i did the same for Xiao and then Diluc and surprise, Ayato. Anyway,,,, i need fluff and all things sweet. forgive me! this might be my fav fluff... i think im getting better at it! 

WC - 2.2k

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Diluc R.

When it comes to his everyday life, Diluc doesn’t regret it very much. The young tycoon owner knows exactly what role he has to play and what needs to get done. 

Despite his strong resolve and fortitude, it still physically pains his sensitive heart to be away from you. 

Diluc knows how lucky he is to have you, he’s aware of the fact all too well. He cherishes you and loves you day in and day out, spoiling you rotten in the hopes that his actions will convey his own intimate feelings for you. Somedays he worries that his double life will be too much for your kind soul to handle. 

If you were to disappear from his life, the winery owner fears he would never see light in his own dark world again. 

He tries his best to return from his nightly missions at a reasonable time, just when the moon is descending from its peak position. There is nothing more Diluc looks forward to than you asleep in his bed. Knowing that he gets to hold you in his arms and rest is what gets the man through each day. 

Although he can’t stand the teasing from his brother, Diluc is a sap for you and everyone knows it. He’s not ashamed of it. 

His love for you is what carries him quietly through the house once he locks the main doors of the large home. Diluc checks to make sure all doors and windows are locked before quietly taking off his external accessories, hanging them by the door to his office, and then finally making his way to your shared bedroom. 

At the sight of you asleep in his bed, messily splayed out (because you can never get comfortable without him), Diluc sighs. He tugs at the loose ponytail holding his hair up and lets his fiery strands run freely against his back. Most nights, he would brush his hair and maybe apply some oil to the ends but all Diluc can focus on now is you. 

He happily sneaks under the covers and carefully presses his body into yours. The way you melt into his embrace is almost instant. Diluc softly kisses your temple before moving his arm to wrap around your waist. Gently, he squeezes you in his hold and runs his nose along your jaw. 

“My love,” He can’t help but murmur against your skin, sometimes it becomes too hard to fight the hold you have over him. However, the moment you begin to stir, Diluc freezes. There’s nothing he hates more than waking you up, knowing how highly you value your sleep. It’s as if an internal alarm is ringing in his mind and Diluc all but holds his breath as your fingers tighten against his hold. 

“Diluc?” Your sleepy tone melts into a whine as you shift and turn on your side to press your face into his chest. “When did you get back?”

The large man couldn’t pretend to be asleep even if he tried. 

Diluc kisses your temple again. 

“Not too long ago,” His comforting voice, deep and kind nearly lulls you back to sleep. It’s hard fighting fatigue when you’re in his arms. “go back to bed.” When you look up at him and Diluc sees the pout on your face, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss it off. 

“We can talk in the morning, dearest. I promise.”

Kaeya A.

Most nights, Kaeya prefers a drink. He often works late and into the evening so one of the only things that provide him with a sense of pleasure is the tart fruity taste of wine on his tongue. 

Every night before he sets out in search of a bar, he finds his way back home to you. Regardless of his alcoholic desires, there’s something special about sharing extra time with you in the evening. Sometimes, the captain finds himself skipping the drinks and staying inside to enjoy your loving embrace. 

Tonight is no different than his other nights. Kaeya is caught up in work, having to check through documents and give them a seal of approval, and he finishes his tasks late. It’s nearly so late that the bars are almost closed and the moon is high up in the night sky. 

For once, closed bars are not a concern to Kaeya because when he is most exhausted he always searches for you. He always returns to you.

“Oh, my love,” Kaeya’s quiet coo does not reach your ears from where he stands in the doorway to your apartment. The cavalry captain is extremely careful as he maneuvers the space and makes sure to be extremely quiet as he shuts and locks the door. He slips off his shoes and places his keys on a hook against the wall before making his way over to you. 

Kaeya loves to watch you sleep. You’re completely angelic and the sight always makes him feel as if he has been punched in the gut, he’s absolutely winded by your beauty every single time. He can’t help but reach out and brush his cold knuckles against your soft cheek. 

In the morning, he’ll have to chide you for falling asleep at the table but he knows this wouldn’t have happened if he came home earlier. It’s more his fault than it is yours, he can never find a flaw in you. In his eyes, you can do no wrong.

Keeping his touch light and soft, Kaeya cups your shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. His lips turn incredibly warm at the feeling of your skin and Kaeya attempts to fight off the flush he is feeling. You aren’t even awake and you’re still making the man flustered. 

When you lightly begin to stir in your sleep, Kaeya only places more kisses along your face. He pecks your cheek and then your nose before gracing your forehead again. 

“Hello, angel,” He whispers against your temple before leaving his lips glued to the spot. You grumble at him, just as he expected, before trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“Kaeya,” Your quiet whisper makes his heart skip a beat and any fatigue he was feeling earlier in the night is nearly washed away by your voice. The way your eyes flicker over his features, darting from his eye to his lips makes the captain burn up inside. You’ve always been so shy with him. “how was work?”

“Dull, boring, slow.” He answers as he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling you up from your chair. There is no fight in you as Kaeya leads you toward your bedroom. “However, I did hear new speculations about Donna’s love life. Lisa spoils me whenever I drop off a book on time, would you like to hear about it?”

By the knowing smile on your face, as you fall into bed with Kaeya in hot pursuit, it’s going to be another evening where you both talk through the night. 

K. Ayato

Ayato hates being away from you. He detests impending work and having to be locked away in his office for days on end, running on little sleep, just to see that deadlines are met. The thought of you alone in your shared room with your lone futon spread on the floor makes his heart ache.

For the last couple of days, Ayato has been in a time crunch. He has to get some official documents between two clans under wraps before their political marriage or the entire relationship will be in shambles. The task itself is not hard but, it is incredibly tedious.

When all Ayato wants to do is spend some time with his beloved, small pesky tasks become the bane of his existence.

“Would you like some tea, my lord?” Thoma’s gentle knock on the sliding door reminds Ayato to stay focused, that he still has work to finish.

“There is no need for that, Thoma. I’m almost finished up, please get some rest.”

As Thoma excuses himself for the evening, the head of the Kamisato clan smiles knowing that he can continue working at night knowing he has such formidable people beside him. Ayato thumbs through the documents again and mulls over the agreements two more times. He ensures that each of the bargains balances out the other before stacking the papers in a neat pile.

One more time, he will go over each and make sure that they’re in proper order and format.

When the mind-numbing task is complete, Ayato places the documents in the bin on his desk for it to be carried out in the morning. He stands tall from his low workstation and stretches until a satisfying pop reaches his ears.

It’s now early in the morning with the sun sure to rise in just another few hours. Ayato wastes no time in making a quick trip to your bedroom. He is silent in his steps as he presses against the hardwood of the floors and slides open your door.

He could almost sigh at the sight of you curled up and deep in sleep. Ayato makes quick work of closing the door and then kneels beside you, he lifts your hands up to his face so that he can kiss the inside of your wrist. In his own way, it’s like a silent apology for making you spend the last few nights alone.

Ayato doesn’t even bother himself with getting into his own futon, neatly made and laid out since earlier in the night. He settles in right beside you and squeezes into the tight space. With his long arms, he wraps them around your torso before tracing your hip.

Kiss after kiss, he places soft pecks of his lips underneath your ear. He doesn’t mean to wake you and he certainly doesn’t want to but, he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Luckily for him, you are a heavy sleeper.

Fatigue finds the commissioner easily and he shuts his eyes to try and catch a break from the feeling. In your touch, Ayato finds himself at ease. Relaxation is of second nature to him and it is all because of you.

“Thank you, darling,” He sweetly kisses your ear before melting into the sheets, slumber is sure to find him just as it had found you.

Xiao

Xiao doesn’t often feel fatigued. There are some nights when he almost wishes something new would happen in his monotonous battle of protecting Liyue but, he doesn’t get tired of it. 

Well, in the past, Xiao did not get burned out so easily.

The adeptus thinks you’re partly to blame if he could ever find a fault in your character. You’ve got him in some sort of routine. 

In the past, Xiao would stay out until the sun came up patrolling one area before moving on to another. It was a cycle that he would consistently keep up with day in and day out. 

The schedule he has now is a little different. Instead of clashing with hostile creatures throughout the night, he finds himself before your door once the moon peaks past the highest point in the starry sky. Xiao is still adamant about protecting Liyue but, he also prides himself on making you happy too. 

He doesn’t understand why his heart tugs in his chest at a certain point during the night every single day. It’s a tug that demands him to return home, to find his spot in your bed and hold you in his arms until you stir awake and kiss his fingers. 

Xiao melts whenever you pamper him, it makes him feel less alone. 

Like most nights since your entry into his life, tonight is not so different. Xiao finishes his duties once the moon reaches high into the sky and when his heart starts to become impatient, he finds himself outside of your window with simple teleportation.  

The adeptus tries to remember that he has a key and walks around to your door to quietly unlock your apartment. He places his staff beside your coat rack and takes off his shoes, dropping his mask on the nearby table, after he locks the door and ensures that it is shut. Your apartment is small and cozy and Xiao focused his eyes on you as soon as he walks into your bedroom. 

It’s not a surprise that you’re asleep, but Xiao softly gasps when he reaches the foot of your bed. Whenever he is in your presence the eternal ache that he feels starts to dull. The sharp pain in the ends of his fingertips and the tips of his ears become numb. For a mortal, Xiao considers you to be quite special. 

He doesn’t say anything as he softly gets into your bed and gently lifts up the covers to get beside you. The adeptus can’t help himself from touching you as soon as you are within his reach. Almost immediately, Xiao wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. He remains quiet as he buries his face into your neck but, his heart leaps at the feeling of your stirring awake. 

The man hates to wake you, he truly does, but the feeling of your hand reaching for his own is something Xiao will never get tired of. 

“Welcome home,” Your sleepy tone and sweet whisper keep him grounded and alive each day. The way you kiss his knuckles soothes all the aches the adeptus has ever felt. “I missed you.”

[zethwritesss]

‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

word count: 0.8 k

you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

taglist: @elliessknife @little-star-bun @no-nameno-face @anchoeritic @solaceocean @winfleurs

[house-of-slayterr]

beloved 🥺

im normally not the one to come knocking, asking for comfort, but i truly had the worst day at work today (plus, it was a late shift). may i ask for a lil comfort with hannibal or halsin? 🥺🌻

if you wanna hug me, you gotta scrape me off the floor first /j slkfjskdfj

thank you so much for just reading this. absolutely no pressure!!

i love you and i hope your day was/will be good!!

Noooo wifey, who hurt you?! I’ll eat them! I’m sorry you had a bad day at work. Sending every hug in the world, I’ll get a nice new shovel to scrape you off the floor.

Of course you can have some Halsin and Hannibal comfort 🥰

Halsin:

You come back to camp after a long stressful day hard at work. Nothing seemed to go right, and the more the day went on you just wanted to curl up into a ball and hide yourself away. The hours ticked on until the sun started to set and it was finally time to rest for the evening. Hang up your aching bones on the shelf and just become a sleepy pile of mush.

At least, that was your plan, until something, or more aptly, someone caught your attention.

“Pretty flower come look” his voice calls as he spots you.

It’s something he’s taken to calling you, your beauty reminding him of the flowers from back home. And the minute he saw that smile on your face, and the blush in your checks the first time he called you it, he knew it would stick. You were his pretty flower, and he was your handsome bear. Something so simply it seemed everyone in the world understood besides the two of you.

You saunter over to him, and he’s yet to notice your sour demeanour.

“My pretty flower, look, I’ve found the most beautiful little duckling. He’s got spots”

Halsin holds out his hand to let you see the small creature, looking even smaller in his arms.

“Very cute” you reply half hearted.

He frowns, setting the duckling on his shoulder and cups your face in his hands.

“My precious petal, what’s wrong?”

“Hard day” you shrug.

Halsins frown deepens and he bends down to kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry things are hard sometimes, but you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. If anyone can handle a bad day with grace, it’s you. But would you like to know something else?”

“What’s that?” You look up at him.

“Even the strongest warriors are better together than alone. Consider my evening yours. Whatever makes you happy we shall do.”

“Halsin you don’t have to-“

“Nonsense my dear. You deserve the world on a platter, anything less I simply won’t allow. Let me spoil you rotten, with praise, and affection and a sense of adventure. Allow me to make you feel much better.”

“That’s very kind of you Hal”

You warp your arms around his torso and give him a tight squish. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as he hugs you back, before scooping you into his arms.

“Tonight I’ll treat you like a princess, and if you’ll allow me, I’d make you my queen forever.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips when he see no protest in your eyes or body language. And he pulls away smiling.

“You are my heart, pretty flower, let me fill yours with love. No more thinking tonight. You just relax while I take care of you.”

Hannibal:

Hannibal heard the sound of the door open before you even had your coat off. He takes off his reading glasses and sets them on his desk, getting up to come greet you.

“Evening my love” he says when he sees you, but his face instantly drops reading your body language. “What happened?”

“Just work stuff, it’s stupid” you try to brush off.

“Now dove” he gently grabs your chin making you look at him, “you know better than to lie to me. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours darling.”

You give a heavy sigh, it almost impossible to say no to the charming man before you. He takes your hand bringing you to come sit on the couch, his hand comfortingly stoke your thigh as he listens to you rant about your day.

You can see his jaw tense occasionally in distaste about the travesties of your day.

“I think you’re too good for that place” he admits with no shame or guilt.

Why would he, he thinks you’re one of the best people he’s ever met. Never even once has he thought about tasting you in a way other than a gentle kiss, or more passionate endeavours. But you were his sacred lamb, the one who made him better, made him want to be better. If anyone made you sad they were sure to be added to the menu. Not that he’d ever force you to eat it, but he’ll surely enjoy his meal.

“That’s sounds quite unfortunate little lamb. I’m terrible sorry you’ve suffered so today. Let me make it up to you. Dinner and a nice glass of wine, then after a massage and I’ll draw you a warm bath. How does that sound?”

“Amazing” you admit, looking at him softly. “You’re absolutely amazing”

You give him a quick peck on the cheek, earning you a rare laugh from the stoic dr.

“It is you who is amazing my love. You bring joy and meaning to so many lives around you. And if they don’t notice your hard work, I certainly do. The world will see your value as I do someday my darling. But until then I will offer you the praise they so thoughtlessly lack”

He kisses you back gently, a proper kiss this time. One that can show you his feelings. One that leaves you feeling worshiped.

“Let me pamper you my little lamb. Maybe perhaps I’ll even watch one of those shows you enjoy, if you behave for me and don’t lift a finger to help with dinner or the washing up. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He smiles at you, whisking you away to be pampered for the night. Figuring his work can wait until later. He cooks you a magnificent feast of all your favourites. Even if he wouldn’t typically approve of them in his diet. He whispers sweet nothings and small praise to you as he gives the massage, making sure you understand just how important and loved you are.

Him joining you in the bath is up to you, he wouldn’t mind either way, just pleased that you needed him for comfort and happy to take care of your burdens. You end up falling asleep one his chest with your comfort show on as he plays with your hair. Hoping your dreams will drive away any stress left in your body so you’re up to spirits in the morning.

An: ahhh sorry if this is bad beloved, I was making dinner and writing at the same time and just wanted to get it to you quick, so it’s not proof read at all 😅 but I hope you like it, I really tried. Still getting back into writing so I’m not as confident about it right now.

[seancekitsch]

ok im resending cause i either forgot to send or tumblr ate it! so i know versions of this concept have been done before im eternally weak for jealous/possessive/dom adrian chase fics.

i wanted to request something where adrian and the reader are bffs they're very touchy feely and flirty but it never goes anywhere. reader gets frustrated waiting for adrian to make a move and sets out to make him jealous...it works a little too well, he snaps, smut ensues.

hehehe sorry this is late my entire house and life fell apart but here it is!!!

This doesn’t really feel the way you thought it would. It was a bad idea really. You know Adrian better than this and you’re fucking stupid for thinking this would work. 

Adrian Chase, your best friend of the past five years, the man you share a bed with more often than not because you get sleepy after long hours hanging out, your partner on any missions, your defacto person to make up ridiculous and convoluted bits with on your very limited down time. 

But the flirting banter and the touching have gotten more intense, and you find yourself almost miserable when he gets up in the morning and leaves your little cuddle pile of blankets and limbs. Every time you think he’s going to make a move, to do something, he just… doesn’t. 

Now that you think of it, you could have made a move at any time. You could have been the one to pull him in for a kiss at any time between your constant bantering and snuggling on his couch. You absolutely did not need to be trying to make him jealous right now and having the worst conversation of your life.

Adrian’s eyes are set with pure anger at the back of the head of the guy youre talking to right now, and you keep trying to avoid looking at him. This guy… Angelo? Papa John? Something Italian, you think, is a bro in all senses of the word. He offered to buy you a drink and brought you a vodka cran, something you never drink but if it means you can talk to him without gagging in disgust, so be it.  He’s talking about his old frat days and you’re nodding and giving your best “wow, that’s crazy!” where it feels appropriate. But now he’s trying to put his arm around you and lazily waving at the bartender to get you another drink. 

“She doesn’t need another drink,” A voice cuts in, this one somehow both a needed comfort and a spike of unease. 

“And you are?” The guy asks, and it gives you the distraction you need to sneak out from under his arm. 

“That’s my girlfriend, actually. Yeah, I know I look like a late bloomer but some chicks actually go for that,” Adrian retorts, looking proud of himself as he definitely flexes his muscles. You don’t even have time to think about the fact that Adrian upgraded you to girlfriend because the guy’s voice cuts through your train of thought.

“You with him?” he asks you, pointing at Adrian in disbelief before turning to him, “Well she let me buy her two drinks and get cozy, so maybe next time keep your bitch on a tighter leash.”

Oh fuck no. 

Adrian looks angrier than you’ve ever seen him. Anger isn’t really an emotion he holds, and if he does it’s very brief. You’ve seen him kill a room full of people while smiling before. 

“I hope you didnt actually say that, bro,” Adrians voice drips with venom, “because that was really sexist of you. And while thats not against the law, it’s fucking gross and you don’t talk to her especially like that.”

And with that, Adrian doesn’t wait for his response, he just shoves him against the bar and stalks off. Adrian is certain to get your group banned from the bar sooner rather than later, but at least he didn't hit him. You don’t spare a glance at the guy to chase after your friend. 

“Adrian!” you shout, trying to catch up to him as he marches into the parking lot. He doesn't slow his pace for you.  

“Adrian, slow the fuck down,” you pant, jogging the rest of the way to where he’s fumbling with his keys at the door of the Vigilante-Mobile. 

His jaw is still clenched when he turns around, the anger still rippling under the muscles of his handsome face, distorting and changing him. 

“Why? So I can keep watching you let men that don’t respect you and smell like salami touch you? Then what? By the end of the night you’re going to go home with them and I don’t get a sleepover buddy and you’re going to fuck them and smell like salami too.” he’s ranting, and there’s hurt laced into his voice there. You ignore the slight offense you feel at him thinking you’d let that guy fuck you. 

“No,” you scoff, “I was going to thank you. You know, for standing up for me.”

“Oh,” he seems genuinely surprised by that, “You’re welcome.”

His face doesn’t soften though, your goofy friend doesn’t ease up. 

Fuck, this is weird. 

“Do you wanna… go back inside?” you offer, and your voice does nothing to hide how unsure you are. 

“You can,” he answers, finally finding the right key on his keyring. 

“Adrian, cmon, I’m sure we aren’t—“ kicked out. Kicked about is what you were about today. 

“If you’re just going to let someone else put their arm around you or buy you drinks then I want to go home and watch Kill Bill,” Adrian is serious. Fuck.

And what feels like a missing puzzle piece falls into place. 

“Adrian… are you jealous?”

“What?” his voice jumps half an octave, and you’ve got him. 

“No.”

“Seemed like it.”

“No!” he gets a bit more indignant. It’s cute.

“So if I went back in there…” you trail off, finding it hard to hide your smile as you continue to poke the bear.

“Do whatever you want!” 

He yanks the drivers side door open and you realize just how much you fucked this up. 

“Oh shit Adrian wait don’t leave!”

He stops mid sit, freezing in a goofy squat. 

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you admit. 

“Well that’s stupid, you can’t make me jealous.”

Fuck it, you have to explain it. You were hoping he’d just get so mad he’d bend you over the hood of the Sebring, but now you have to explain your sexually frustrated thought process. 

“Shit, well. I thought if I made you jealous you would…” you shrug, and he stands back up, “I don’t know, make a move or something?” 

You have literally never wanted to curl up and die more than you do in this moment. 

“I thought you were the smart one out of the two of us,” Adrian says, crossing the distance between the two of you. 

You furrow your brows at him, worried that if you speak you might end up saying something even worse… or crying. 

“If you wanted me to kiss you or something you should have just asked! You know I don’t understand social cues.”

Okay, he’s right. Thats on you. 

You nod, and Adrian reaches out to grab your arm. 

“So, I guess this is me asking,” you weak confirm, focusing your eyes on the glare from the streetlight on Adrian’s glasses. 

“Thank god,” Adrian breathes a sigh of relief, “It was so hard to hide all those boners!”

An unintended bark of laughter leaves your lips, all of your anxiety and nerves immediately melting away as he pulls you in for a kiss, not giving a shit that you’re laughing against his lips. He kisses you hungrily, sloppy and wild and his hands are all over you. You’re on autopilot with your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, balling your fists in the material of his sweater. His hands reach lower, and you break the kiss with a gasp when he squeezes your ass hard. 

“Let’s go,” you pant, and he nods, only letting go of you to slap your ass while you practically run to the passenger side of the car.

You don’t even remember the drive from the bar to his house. No, you only remember his hand firm at the top of your thigh, his middle finger dipping between your thighs every so often to tease you. He has you whining and hot all over by the time he’s parked at his apartment complex and leading you up the stairs. 

He moves the same way he does through a mission, his front door slamming against his entryway table and shaking it, practically knocking over the key bowl. 

“Get on the bed,” he commands, not at all hiding his desperation as he kicks off his sneakers, “get on the fucking bed.”

You waste no time yourself throwing your jacket and purse and shoes into a corner and then throwing yourself onto the bed face first. 

By the time you’re rolled over onto your back Adrian stands in the doorway, flicking the lights on. 

“Ready?” he asks, and you nod. Immediately, he climbs himself onto the bed on top of you, pressing his hips into yours.

“Been ready,” you confirm, and he pulls at his sweater, shrugging it down his shoulders as he captures your lips in a kiss again. This kiss is no less desperate than the first, as if Adrian is trying to consume everything that is you. 

He wrestles with your clothes, gripping and pulling until youre bare beneath him, your bare legs parted around his jean clad thighs.

“Thought you could make me jealous,” he laughs, his glasses sliding low on his nose as he smirks. 

“I’m sorry,” you whine, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake down your ribcage. He gropes at your chest, tracing every swell and expanse. 

“Are you?” he asks, and you nod profusely. His hands dip further down, tickling at your navel before teasing at your core.

“Are you?” He repeats. 

“Yes,” you gasp, his hand dipping down further and just barely touching where you want him.

“Making me jealous isn’t very nice, is it, baby?” he asks, and there’s something predatory in his eyes. You fucking love it. 

“No,” you answer him as he ducks his head down and starts pressing sloppy kisses into the underside of your jaw and the pulse point of your neck. Fuck, you feel white-hot on fire, everything too much and not enough. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” he asks, his breath hot against your neck. You can only nod. 

“Better be,” he demands, his hands leaving where they tease you to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and boxers down in a fluid motion. You curl into yourself a little to look at him, not at all feeling ashamed at wanting to catch a glimpse of Adrian’s dick. 

"M' Gonna be so good for you," you sigh, desperate as he presses his now bare thighs back against yours, his rock hard length brushing against you.

"Shut up," he grunts, and then back tracks, "Not in a sexist way, but god I can't concentrate when you sound so hot."

You listen, and obey, nodding again before kissing his neck now, smooth from a fresh shave and reveling in the happy hum from his lips when your lips and tongue get to work.

“That was so mean,” he gasps, struggling to talk as you give him the same treatment he gave you, “Earlier tonight. Didn’t have to flirt with a ninja turtle. I woulda kissed you so many times if I knew you wanted me to.” 

You moan against his skin at his words, and let his hands drift low again. Your hands graze against his nipples, his abs, his hips. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper, daring your fingers to go lower, but wanting him to go lower first. 

“You want me? Not him?” 

You nod. 

“Gonna make you forget his name.”

You don’t bother telling him you don’t remember the guys name anyway, not when he pushes in ever so slowly and letting you feel every centimeter of him a he sinks himself into you. You sigh in delight, a dazed smile overtaking your lips as he bottoms out. 

“That’s a good girl,” he breathes, not at all hiding how you’re effecting him either, “So right for me.”

And he's right, you're so right for him, he's so right for you. Everything about this feels so correct and perfect.

“Move, please move, please,” you beg, breathless and almost delirious in pleasure. You’ve never felt so full in such a lovely way, in a way that fits you and feels so good that you could scream from this alone. 

He obeys, finally pushing his glasses up as he can focus in on your face and watch what he does to you.  Adrian leans up, opting to grab your hips as he gets on his knees to tilt your hips and snap into you. He holds you in place, his thumbs digging into your hips in a way that’s sure to bruise but you’ll wear those bruises with pride, happy to carry him with you even after this. 

“Adrian!” you shout, your breath trapping in your throat. 

“That’s right, this is for me,” He grits his teeth as he answers you, forcing all of his strength into the snapping of his hips, the force of him fucking you. 

“All—All for… you,” you struggle to get out, the angle leaving you short for breath but god, you could never imagine your first time fucking Adrian better than this. 

“Fuckin right you are,” his lips curl up into an almost sneer, but his eyes are full of love. It’s so hard for him to hide himself from you, even if he says he doesn’t understand emotions, he shows them. 

You pull him down to kiss him, even if this puts him at an awkward angle, he kisses you happily; like a man drinking from a fountain after walking through a desert. He kisses full of love and passion and his hips never slow their pace, always hitting the spot that makes you gasp, always pushing you closer to the edge. 

“I—,” your breath hitches, and with a particular harsh thrust from Adrian you can finish the thought.

“I love—,” he starts to respond, and then stops everything. His speaking, his thrusting, everything. 

“Shit, sorry, forget I said that!” he urges.

But you’re stuck, frozen. You heard the end of that sentence even if he didn’t want you to. 

“I’m sorry; fuck. Sorry.” He moves, as if he’s going to pull out, and then you snap into action.

“No!” you shout, startling yourself and him. You anchor your ankles around his back and hold him in place. 

“I love you!” you blurt out. Adrian relaxes, only slightly. 

“Adrian I love you so much I tried to make you jealous to get you to kiss me please please don’t leave,” you beg, ready to do anything in your power to keep him where he is. 

“You… do?” he asks, and again tonight, you nod profusely. 

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers, and resumes his position. 

You think you hear him say “I knew it” but you can’t be sure over the rush of blood you hear in your ears as he resumes his pace and sets every nerve in your body on fire. If you were ready to come before, you’re on overdrive now. Adrian spares no inch between your bodies and kisses everything he can reach, ever practically folding you in half to do so. 

“Fuck I’m—“ 

“Do it,” he answers, giving you permission for everything to want. It only takes a few more thrusts, the drag of his hips against you, the friction between you, to drive you to oblivion. You come in staccato, your body seizing and shaking quickly in succession, your breath and moans stifled and punctuated as if by impossible beats; Adrian guides you through all of it. For a supposed late bloomer, he knows what he’s doing to take care of someone. 

He slows, but never stops his pace, until you come back to him. Adrian kisses your face all over, holding you tight to bring you back to your senses. 

It’s not until you start kissing back that he starts up his pace again. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna… soon,” he works out between thrusts, hoping for your guidance. 

“Do it, do it please,” you beg, wanting everything he can give you. “Where should I…?”

“In… Fuck, inside if you want.”

“What do you want?” he asks, so gentlemanly it makes you want to punch him. 

“Inside!” you almost shout, the word comes pushed out through a moan because he hits that spot inside again that drives you wild. 

“Fuck…” he stalls, and then his hips stutter, and it’s hot. He releases full into you, all over warm like the first sip of soup. You feel safe as he stills again and the lowers himself on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck. 

“Adrian, fuck, Ade,” You whisper, not sure what you’re asking. 

He picks his head up immediately.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“This won’t change sleepover night, right?” you ask, in the lamest way possible.

“Is this sarcasm I should pick up on?” 

You only hug him closer as you laugh.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Please tell me about your ocs!! IM HUNGRY GRRR

helloow omg ! im so honored you want to know more about my ocs aaahhh!! :D my moot @kovu-bunnbunn also wanted to know more so i figured i could do it now !!

i have a bunch of ocs but I’ll just talk about my main oc ryoko right now !!

her full name is ryoko ‘007’ aizawa. I’ll explain the 007 in a minute !! she’s aizawa’s adoptive daughter.

her parents (her dad more specifically, her mom was more of a bystander) are both from very wealthy families and merged. Her parents had an arranged marriage and after some chatter to get to know each other they’re conversations take a little bit of a turn..and inbetween bonding about their favorite movies oop! A lil comment about how the world would he better off without heroes..oh you think so too ? Well look at that, we have so much in common!! long story short they both decide that the want to create something that will be able to take down all might and the entirety of hero society and it’s restrictions,,and I’m pretty sure you can guess what that something was ! nine months later ryoko is born yipeee…!

during her entire pregnancy ryokos mom went through some quirk experiments (sponsored by doctor garaki 👍) because they knew that with both their quirks alone they wouldn’t be able to create a super weapon. (ryokos dad has an overhaul type quirk, and her mom has a healing sort of quirk) so they did some experiments hoping something would change in the womb, and when she was born the kept on doing experiments until she started manifesting a quirk w no attributes from her either of her parents and manifested a fully different quirk than she was originally meant to have,

since she had those experiments done ryokos body adapted to be able to handle her quirk, but it’s not perfect unfortunately.

heres a simple little chart of how it works ! (BTW I DO NOT DRAW LIKE THIS ANYMORE THIS IS OOOOLLLLDD😭😭😭😭)

her quirk is a lot like neijires as in she uses her own energy and converts it into power ! The amount she uses shows in her hair :3 ryoko tho, unlike neijire can do multiple things from sending blasts, to powering herself up to make parts of her body stronger, to making it hard objects like stepping stones she uses to navigate and weapons like dual swords or chains to restrain ppl !! she can also drain other peoples energy (and from her surroundings, but thats only in 100% mode ! ) because of the fact that her body had been modified, ryoko can carry more energy into herself than regular people which is why she can drain energy without any major drawback to a certain extent ! However, her drawbacks are way more severe, overusing her quirks makes her sleepy and drowsy, it gives her nosebleeds and very worse case scenario if she were to have too little or too much energy she could die :0 !!

(ALSO !! I lil extra tidbit: ryoko is capable of sensing peoples energy’s if she concentrates hard enough, it works better if shes seen them before, but she can sense all the energy in humans in her surroundings or if she has a picture, tho it’s slightly weaker and is limited to one person at a time. This is a form of remote viewing that i gave her bc of my obsession w stranger things i had !!😭)

its a pretty powerful quirk that her parents and other scientists knew they could use well, but unfortunately for them ryoko ended up liking heroes (she was barely educated, so she had no idea that she felt admiration for heroes and especially all might, she was alsovaguely aware that she was taught to do the wrong things, because she’d be forced to use her quirk on robots/ small animals in some cases.)

her parents weren’t supposed to feel any affection towards her so they decide to just give her a code name 007 :D which i realized a little too late was the same as james bond..woops😭

anyways fast forward to the biggg “earthquake” incident, shes rescued by a group of heroes, eraser head included :D unfortunately shes detained in tartarus since her being in a constant state of panick set her quirk off and she couldn’t stay in a regular hospital so ryoko has canonically been to tartarus as a inmate at the age of 4 😭! Oh forgot to mention this, but ryoko got her quirk veryy early due to the experiments done before her birth and after.

since ryoko cant control her quirk an aizawa can cancel them, they’re a pretty good matchup !! Fast forward some more and shes living with him ! he adopts her and lets her go to school, where she meets izu n katsuki and they quickly become friends because. Of COURSE. My main ocxcanon ship is a CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS ONEEE😭😭😭😭will i ever stop. raise your hand if you’ve ever seen that one comin

lmk if you want to know more about her or other ocs ! I didn’t wanna ramble TOOO much so this is all the basic info!! plus some drawing of her

two of them r completely credited to horikoshi cus i used ochaco n hagakure as a base !! I accidentally have two in normal mode and two in 100% or overdrive mode as she calls it (tho one of them is a soul eater au :3) ! Both made by me :3

Much luvvv xxxx!!! And thank you Sooo much for your ask again💗💗💗💗

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi there! so happy that you're back :) i would love to request a perfect match with the op boys!

here are some info about myself!

• pronouns: she/her

• personality: my mbti is intp and i'm a HUGE introvert and prefer not to talk to strangers if possible. however if i were to be put in a group of people that is more introverted than me i don't mind taking the lead in the conversation. i'm also super emotional and very short tempered, i easily cry when i get angry even if i don't want to. when im around my close friends and family i'm more on the talkative side and most of the time unnecessarily overshare things a LOT.

• appearance: 154cm (the last time i checked), more to the slimmer side, i also have a black, chest length hair and dark brown eyes. when i do my makeup i prefer it to be light and heavy on the pink blush (something like igari makeup style!).

• fashion: my fashion sense is all over the place and i don't have a fixed style, but i enjoy wearing dresses and long skirts, and i absolutely adore cute blouses and t-shirt to pair with them.

• likes: i enjoy rnb & city pop genre when it comes to music and i love LOVE reading and listening to supernatural & myth and legends things, it's a topic i never get tired of (even though i get creeped out from them at the end of the day). also super dependent on instant coffee, i never miss a coffee time in the afternoon, i feel like it's just something good that i can look forward to everyday.

i love naps and sleeping, i'm a night owl so i wake up late most of the time but i have no trouble having naps again few hours after. im also not the best at giving physical touches but i LOVE it when people play with my hair (it gives me the tingles and makes me feel really sleepy).

• dislikes: this is a bit odd but i'm super sensitive when it comes to texture and i'm not really a huge fan of smooth textured fabric like silk or anything that's not rough or fluffy textured in general. also not really fond of people who are super negative and constantly complain about things, they drain my energy a lot.

• hobbies: i enjoy baking and cooking, i see it as some sort of stress reliever for me when things get overwhelming. but i also like to explore lots of new things and enjoy activities like drawing, reading books, photography and watching ghibli movies!

thank you so much in advance 🥰

Hi there. I’m really happy to be back writing and doing matchups. I really missed it. So let’s do this!

You Got…

Sabo!!

He’s shockingly pretty levelheaded. So if you get to angry, he’ll be there to calm you down

Would tell you so many stories about his adventures. He would write those down for you to read. Or he’d make up stories for you to read

Would take you anywhere you want, but so you can see everything and take pictures. And be with his love of course. The best dates ever!

Super attentive. He’d make sure the textures around you are perfect, if not, he’ll make them perfect.

Would eat the bake goods you bake. He’s probably not the best baker

I hope you like it.

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

Metal Sonic is such a deep character you guys

IT IS LATE IN THE NIGHT AND I HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING BUT THE BRAINWORMS ARE BRAINWORMING SO I HAVE NI CHOICE BUT TO DUMP THIS SUPER DUPER ANALYSIS ON IDW METAL SONIC AKA THE PSYCHOLOGY OF A ROBOT. PLEASE ENJOY CUZ I AM VERY SLEEPY.

Okay, we all know who Metal is. If I have to explain who this adorkable little scrimblo is to you then why are you reading this? (Hope that didn’t sound mean I’m sorry) And he’s one of the most beloved Sonic characters in the fandom, at least from what I’ve heard, and it makes sense! The guy’s debut was fucking awesome! But even though I know a lot of you love the fact that the guy is just pure evil due to his software and his loyalty to Eggman and blah blah blah… I’m not too into that.

HECK YEAH BAYBEEEEEE IM GIVING YOU REASONS WHY METAL HAS A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Now I will be covering everything that is strictly within the IDW timeline, which is still a bit unclear when it comes to past events. So, for simplicity’s sake, I’ll only be including all the mainstream Sonic games that take place before the comics, including the storybook games as they were referenced in the beginning of the Metal Virus saga. (And also including the OVA to some degree) Now then, with that out of the way, ENOUGH DILLY-DALLYING!! LET’S GET TO THE FUCCIN MEAT OF THIS BITCH!!

Metal was created way back when Sonic was still just a kid. Amy still had a crush on the guy, Tails was still gaining his sense of independence, and Knuckles was still an idiot. And compared to Sonic himself, Metal was the superior to all of them. He had speed, guts, glory, strength, smarts, wit, and a willpower that rivaled the original blue hedgehog! Compared to the rest, Metal was simply better in every way!

But when he went head-to-head against the organic blue idiot, something went wrong. Metal had completed his objective, tracked down Sonic and beat him to a pulp, but then without falter, the guy challenged him to a race… And he won.

How, though?? Metal is superior! He is the better version of whoever the heck this… This weird, fleshy, quillt monster is! He’s faster, stronger, smarter…! Everything about him just screams perfection! So how did he lose to the inferior shade of blue!? Why couldn’t he catch up!? Why was this amateur so much better than him!?

Why did he act like he was better than Metal…?

A few months later, Metal began studying the blue rodent via Robotnik’s hidden cameras all throughout Mobius. He began seeing things from his point of view, seeing how bright and disgusting his life was. But what really caught his attention was when Sonic bled. Red ooze dripped from his knee when he took a particularly dangerous tumble, the liquid from within staining the Mobian’s quills. He washed it out in the nearby river just a few moments later, but that moment always stuck with Metal. He tried many times to get himself to bleed red as well, tried everything from needles to dangerous tests to going out of his way to get beat up all over again! But no matter what he did, no red ooze trickled down his leg like Sonic the Hedgehog’s had.

This meant that Sonic was organic. He was born and raised where he stood, since according to classic Mobian biology, one had to go through many years of growth and development if they were to bleed. Sonic was one of those people, having grown and developed and changed and… Well. That could only mean one thing, could it? Metal had only been born a few months ago, but Sonic… He was probably years old at this point, meaning he had come first.

Metal was not the original.

After coming to this disappointing realization, Metal gained a few upgrades. No longer would he be bested in a race against that disgusting blue rodent, no! Now he was better, faster, stronger than he ever could’ve imagined! And with these new upgrades, Metal swept the floor with his organic counterpart on the icecaps, and didn’t leave any room for improvement on the other’s end.

AND I HAVE TO CUT IT THERE BECAUSE IM FUCKING TIRED AND IDK WHAT ELSE FO WRITE FOR NOW IM SORRY IM SORRY I HAVE TO IT IS 11:30 IN THE PM RIGHT NOW AND I HAVE SCHOOL AND I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO BED SOON OKAY IM SORRY BUT SLEEP IS MORE IMPIRTANT THAN CHARACTER ANALYSIS I KNOW I KNOW

I PROMISE I WILL CONTINUE THIS BECAUSE I LOVE METAL A TON SO YES THIS WILL CONTINUE HOPEFULLY TOMORROW

Thanks for reading and have a great day/night!

[like-wuatafauq]

OH SORRY that's totally my bad, I read your reply last night when I was super sleepy so I must've jumbled up the details in my head >:(

But now that I think about it... 22 years wouldn't even make sense romantically speaking IDK what I was thinking 😭

Your dad is absolutely horrible for abandoning you like that though. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so painful. You don't deserve that kind of heartbreak and betrayal from a parent. That's just unforgivable :(((

But woah 8 years of pining romantically is still a really long time...

I feel you on being hopeful about finding real love someday. Don't put too much pressure on yourself about running out of time! 24 is still pretty young in the grand scheme of things. Plenty of time for your soulmate to come along ^^

And in the meantime if you're looking for volunteers... I mean I'd be happy to keep you company :D

Oops! Haha... just kidding... unless...🧍‍♀️

And I totally get not vibing with media that glamorizes something like love triangles or player behavior but Nana has a special place in my heart because it helped me get through some really tough times years ago. It also made me realize I had super heavy comphet back then LOL

Speaking of... you mentioned your English isn't very good. Does that mean you have a different native language? If so, what is it? :O

AND HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BTW!!!

From ♡

It's okay sometimes I answer asks really late too. And yeah I always hear that "you're still so young to find love" except in my mind if I want a family someday I have to build up trust with someone and its already hard for me to believe ppl.

As for ppl keeping me company, honestly I think I'm gonna wait it out, if my soulmate finds me I want her to know I waited for her. If she wants her spot warm then I'll be the only one sitting there.

And then she can sit on top of me when she gets here

Lmaoooo I'm so sorry about that,

But as for the Nana I'm glad that helped you :) fr fr ,don't get me wrong I love the art and a lot of the cute pictures of them together but when I find out more about it I get dizzy. (I genuinely get physical sickness when things involve player stuff)

And I mean I'm fluent in English it's not some drastic thing cuz I type/speak often in English but it's just I look up a lot of words meaning almost every single day. And if someone speaks quickly I might not fully catch it. I often don't understand phrases or words someone tells me. ive tried googling the phrases but google doesnt understand what im asking 🥲 in my mind I have English words cluttered in groups so a lot of the times I misused them when I speak or write. I feel so so so so bad when I do that.

For example one time I wanted to tell someone "I don't want you to think I'm codependent" because i was trying to express how i would like to have them around all the time but if you want space id like them to enjoy it(jfc even now i cant word it properly), anyway the point is I forgot the word codependent so I typed "I don't want you or need you"......yeah it was bad bro.

When me and my bestie were roommates I would say stuff and he thought I was mad but it's just my tone I say it and the words I use. I fuck up sooooo bad I'm constantly apologizing to ppl. So im fluent its just wonky but My native language is Spanish tho :)

Happy pride month to you too!!!

Do you have any pride month plans??

[httpiastri]

I’m always just hoping for the best and crossing my fingers especially if the boys are in the midfield… lot can happen there.. Indeed, so maybe a little rain just to turn their luck around? 🫣 papaya double podium should be the cure for many illnesses 😌 Singapore could be a great one for them tho.

He looked incredible all weekend, so many gorgeous pics of him 😭😭 definitely true, cuz I’m just eating up all the content I get of him 😌 gimme everything!! Same!!! I’m so delighted so see him again and now vlogs are coming too… we’ll be drowning in content ����‍💨😮‍💨

I’m so into his long hair thick neck agenda, but his shorter hair, smaller neck was just as sexy! He radiates that confident and dominant energy that turned him even hotter 🫠🫠 like Jeddah was the turning point probably… sweaty messy haired rosy cheeked Oscar on the podium 🫨🫨🫨🫨

Omg, that happened with me too, luckily wasn’t as bad as yours 😅 I simply went for a call not a video call. That’d have ended me lmao no matter what and how afraid of us that some embarrassing things happen while using our phone sleepy, will still do it 😂😂 here I am at 0:20am sleepy as hell but wanted to answer you quickly 🥹

Alex appreciation is always approved 🫶🏼 but Oscar slander? Never!! Okay to not find him attractive and all but ugly?? 😩 grandpa Fernando really attracts people lately 😂😂😂😂

4 years 😩 I mean if we look at Max and Kelly, it’s indeed not that big 😂 tell me about it… I’m somehow always crushing on younger people.. dunno why 😩 omg you’re the same age as Liam? Awww you’re a literally baby too then 🥹 oh to be that young again 🥴

It should mean just like that😌😌 go for it girlie 👀👀👀

yeah def, hoping that the rain can help them fight for the top slots instead of "just" midfield 🥰 they can do well in both monza and singapore, would that be okay with everyone? 😚

truly!!! i'm very happy about drowning in osc content, it's a very good death 🥰 honestly the vlog was one of the best things ive seen in a long time, so many good shots.... such a gorgeous man, and he's a great driver and has a good personality?? wow, save some for the rest of us 😵

same here! jeddah oscar..... there aren't enough words to describe how perfect that was........ all clips from then are just *chefs kiss*, he was so pretty and hot and gorgeous and just everything at the same time 😭 i love him (surprise!)

but a regular call is bad too 😭 yeah def, yesterday i wanted to answer some asks and i dozed off while answering again?? do i never learn 😐 idk why im not tired rn though... 🤨

to have the oscar slander come from my own roots.... my mom agrees that oscar is super cute but even when i show my dad my like all time fave pics and videos and gifs, he doesn't agree 😐 it doesn't make sense? what about fernando is giggle material???

lmaooo not the max & kelly comparison 🙈 pls the only good thing about being born in 02 is being the same age as liam 😭 i feel like i've been crushing on old celebs all my life so im thankful younger ppl are finally getting famous lol

[badfvith]

get the camera | fred weasley

Request: can i request a fred x lupin!reader where fred goes to meet remus and sirius to see that he’s a good boyfriend towards the reader and maybe remus and sirius catch fred and the reader taking a nap and cuddling? x

A/N: i am in love with a good daughter of the marauders reader so this was so fun to write 🥺also i made this take place during their 6th year but i kind of ignored the whole “sirius is dead” and “wizarding war” thing for the plot bc like ive said before, im a sucker for some fluff. anyways i hope you like it!!! 💓

warnings: none! this is teeth rotting cotton candy sunshine & rainbows style fluff

word count: 1206

“Are you nervous Freddie?” 

“I think I’m the one who should be asking you that love.” He smiled as the two of you made your way up to the door of 12 Grimmauld Place. “You’ve been talking about this night for weeks.” 

You sighed. “I know I know...I’m obviously not worried about you it’s..them. They can be quite..childish together sometimes.” 

Fred stopped walking and hopped in front of you, catching you off guard. He grabbed your gloved hands in his. “Darling you do remember who you’re dating right? I believe childish is my middle name.” He said, causing you to let out a small smile. 

“Look at me.” He continued. Your gaze shifted from the snowy ground beneath your feet to your beautiful boyfriend. His ginger hair was tucked messily underneath a hat you were sure Molly had knitted him, and his cheeks were rosy from the cold. “I’m not gonna run off when they start displaying your horrendously embarrassing baby photos.” He joked. You lightly punched him in the stomach at the comment, causing him to laugh even harder. “I’m all in with you. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” 

You gave him an emotional smile back. “Kiss me.” 

“Gladly.” He smirked as he leaned down to press a sweet but firm kiss to your lips. 

You pulled away when it actually registered that the two of you were in the middle of the sidewalk during a snowfall making out. “Alright. Let’s go.” You laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the staircase.

The door was unlocked when you turned the handle, your dad and his best friend obviously awaiting your arrival. 

The long hallway was empty when you entered and the two of you began to take off your coats and many other winter layers you were sporting. “Dad?” You called out, signaling your arrival. 

A few seconds later two familiar faces popped out of the kitchen and suddenly the house was full of life. 

“There’s my girl!” Lupin smiled, pulling you in for a hug. As the two of you embraced, Fred hung up your coats. “And Mr. Weasley. Long time no see.” He continued. 

“Good to see you again Professor.” Fred smiled, referencing the fact that your dad was indeed both of your defense against the dark arts professor a few years prior, before the two of you started dating. 

“Ah come now Fred there’s no need for that. Call me Remus.” He chuckled. 

“I don’t suppose you’re going to call me Professor too?” Sirius piped up, causing you to burst out laughing. 

“Sirius the only thing you’re professional at is not cleaning up after yourself. Every time I come over I end up having to do your dishes.” Remus replied. 

“All the more reason to keep inviting him over huh?” Sirius said and all of you laughed. He finally looked over at you with open arms. “(y/n). Come here sweetheart.” You went over to hug him while Fred and Remus began making their way to the kitchen. 

“So he’s treating you right then?” Sirius asked after a moment. 

“Better than I could possibly put into words.” You beamed. 

“Good.” 

The two of you then joined your dad and boyfriend in the kitchen, where Remus was fixing dinner. You all fell into easy conversation, and of course it took the turn you were absolutely dreading when Remus pulled out a worn out album you knew you to be filled with photos of you from your childhood. 

“Oh Merlin...” You groaned and banged your head dramatically against the cabinet you were standing in front of. Fred was getting far too much enjoyment from this and you wished you had Harry’s invisibility cloak right about then. 

“Now this. This might just be the greatest photo in existence love.” Fred stated a few minutes later. Your eyes shot open when you saw him holding up a photo of you flopped over on the ground crying and looking miserable. 

“IS IT DINNER TIME YET?” You yelled over the three others in the kitchen laughing hysterically at your tantrum that was so wonderfully captured in the form of a moving image.

“Almost.” Your dad said when he finally caught his breath. “Sirius can I trust you and maybe Fred to get the dishes? I want to talk to (y/n) for a minute.” 

“Go ahead. We won’t burn the house down right Weasley?” Sirius asked. 

“Definitely not. We’re very trustworthy.” Fred laughed. You smiled at his playfulness before you followed your dad into the living room. 

“What’s up?” You asked and sat down on the couch. 

“You remember how nervous I was when you told me you both were together?”

“Of course. Though I knew you’d be nervous about anyone I ever started dating.” You laughed. 

Remus smiled and reached out to grab your hand. “Well I just want you to know that I’m not nervous anymore. He’s great.” 

A smile made its way across your entire face at his words. “Thank you.” You whispered. “I always told you he’s the best.” 

“You did.” He nodded. “Just be careful of losing him to that one though...” He nodded in the direction of the kitchen so you knew he was talking about Sirius. “Them two have the same ridiculous sense of humor.” 

You laughed at his statement. “Yeah I’ll watch out for that.” 

The two of you wrapped up your conversation and made your way to the dining room. The utensils were definitely not in the correct spots and none of the dishes matched, but no one seemed to mind at all because luckily the house was still standing. 

After dinner was over, you and Fred made your way to the couch while your dad and Sirius were cleaning up. 

He sat down on the corner cushion and you curled up next to him, summoning the blanket draped on the chair next to you onto your lap using “accio.” Your head was on Fred’s chest as he gently stroked your hair. 

“They love you.” You said quietly after a few minutes. 

“Well that’s good isn’t it? Because they also love you and given the choice I have a feeling they'd choose you over me.” 

You laughed. “Stop it! I really think Sirius might like you more than me.” 

Fred laughed this time and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. You yawned and felt your eyes begin to close the longer you stayed in this position. You’ve never felt more content than in this moment, in the arms of the best boyfriend in the world, under the roof of the best almost-dad and real dad in the world. 

~

You didn’t know what time it was when you woke up slightly after hearing some shuffling around you, but it must have been late because it was completely dark outside now. The only light came from a lamp on the other side of the room. You felt the steady rise and fall of Fred’s chest underneath your head, signifying that he was sleeping as well. 

You were in and out of sleepy consciousness for the next few minutes but you were awake enough to process a few sentences. 

“Sirius! Get the camera. This one’s going in the album.” 

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@tinylumpiaa​ @kashishwrites @lateautumn @asksiriusblacvk​ 

[kirschteinsj]

Pinky Promises

Nanami x fem! reader

Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff 

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.

A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!

“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.

“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.

“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”

“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”

“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sure, dear.”

While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.

Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.

He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.

Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.

…

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.

“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”

The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.

A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”

Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.

“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”

“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.

“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.

“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”

“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”

“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”

“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”

He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”

Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.

He glares,“God, you’re something else.”

“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.

“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”

Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.

She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.

“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.

She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”

“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”

Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”

“I promise you ca-”

“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.

His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.

His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.

“I love you.”

She sighs, “I love you too.”

Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.

“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”

“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.

…

After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.

“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”

“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.

“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”

“I never do.”

The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.

“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”

“Please, be quiet.”

[omegawolverine]

DAMIEN HELLO DAMIEN MY AMAZING MUTUAL DAMIEN!!!!!! ik i have sent some asks to you recently but ive missed chatting with ALL my tumblrina mutuals lately so i wanted to say hello to you too as well :D how are things going for you :O?? i hope happenings have been kind to you lately... and if you have anything else to share (rise/tmnt related or otherwise 😭 !!) that'd be swell to hear :3!!

damn im so bad at answering asks when i get them ermmm HIII i am doing okay, very sleepy and yet i have not fallen asleep </3 i got my billzo merch today which tbh surprised the hell out of me bc i just got the email that it was being shipped like 2 days ago but its rly nice, just wish i could actually wear it by itself instead of having to layer it (too cold for short sleeves already).

as for rottmnt, ive made a bit more progress (not a whole lot tbh but im liking it more now) and i think at this point i need to just find a day where i can sit and binge it for the sake of me being able to read more meta posts and see more art that makes sense in the context of the show and also maybe read fics bc i am very much a fic reading gal these days but idk when that will happen so...pls do periodically check in until i finally tell you it's happened AJSKSK

hru tho!! i hope u r good calli of the zinc variety <33

[drspencerweed]

Can i plz have a concept for Spencer being a badboy outside of work? take it however you feel

okay im gonna take this and kind of make it a joke? I don’t think Spencer could truly be a “bad boy” but i think he would try if he thought it would impress you. also for the record I view this as like season 2/3 spence i think? maybe season 7 too but I think earlier 

this got away from me its a little over 1k so i put it behind a read more :)

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He caught himself in the mirror one more time, and tried smoothing out the lines that had creased in his white t-shirt. He shook out his arms and tried to get comfortable once again, knowing the look didn’t fully suit him. At least, he didn’t think so. Penelope had reassured him a thousand times that he looked cute, and that she was proud of him for stepping outside his comfort zone. She had nearly squealed when he told her she was looking for a leather jacket and jeans, so excited she didn’t even question his motives. 

The motive, of course, was you. He had overheard you telling Morgan in the break room all about how you always went for the bad boys, the greaser types, the ones who looked like they jumped into action instead of away from it. Basically all the things Spencer was not. And Spencer had been a few days away from working up the courage to ask you out, but with that one conversation his confidence was crushed. 

So now, he was trying a new outfit. Maybe this would get you to turn your head in his direction. He would never wear this to work, of course, but the team was meeting up to get drinks. He was hoping to surprise you with the new look. The attitude was something he hadn’t quite nailed yet, but hopefully a leather jacket would be enough. 

After staring at himself for far too long, he left his apartment and made his way to the bar. It was only a few blocks away, and he was uncharacteristically late. The whole team was there when he walked in. 

Derek let out a wolf whistle as soon as he saw him, and Penelope grinned and waved him over to their table. The rest of the team were whispering about his appearance, but he only had eyes for you. 

You looked shocked, mouth hanging slightly open and giving him a blatant once over. Once you reached his face again and met his eyes, you quickly tried to school your expression into something more neutral. But Spencer had already seen, you had noticed. You had noticed him. He smiled at you as he slipped onto the chair in between you and Penelope. 

“What’s with the outfit, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked, nudging a glass of coke towards Spencer that he had ordered on his behalf. 

Spencer shrugged. “Thought I needed a change.” You still hadn’t said anything, instead turning your attention to your drink. The night continued on like that, you and Spencer pressed together at the table but not really acknowledging each other. At some point, you left the table to go get another round, and Derek jumped on Spencer. 

“Needed a change? And this has nothing to do with the fact that [Y/N] told me just the other day that she’s into ‘bad boys?’” Derek teased. Spencer spluttered the sip of his drink and tried to deny it, but Penelope went faster. 

“That’s why you asked for this? I thought you wanted a makeover!” She sounded incredibly disappointed. 

“I-I just- I wanted her to notice me.” Spencer admitted quietly. 

Derek shook his head. “You don’t have to worry about that.” 

“I don’t?” 

You returned before Derek could answer, and the night went on. Spencer was the only one in the group who was sober, and towards the end of the night you started to get tipsy, and leaning on him. He could barely contain his blush as you gripped his arm and tried to use it as a pillow. 

“Are you going to sleep right here?” He asked, and you just nodded against his arm. 

“Sleepy.” You mumbled, cuddling up to him farther. He looked around and everyone else was still partying, but he was about ready to call it a night anyway and you seemed like you agreed. 

“I’m going to get her a cab and then head home.” Spencer said to the table. Everyone said their goodbyes and he guided you away from the table and out of the bar. You weren’t very drunk, just a little tipsy and very tired. After you ordered an Uber, you turned and leaned your face into his chest. Shocked, his arms wrapped around your body and held you there. 

Your arms eventually came up and wrapped around his waist, and then he felt vibrations against his chest as you said something he couldn’t make out. 

“What was that?” 

“I just said, I always thought I had a type until you. And now you fit that type. And my brain is confused.” You still mumbled, but you pulled away so your cheek was against his face and your words could hit his ears. 

“You thought....what? What would I have to do with you having a type?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?” You teased, gripping him tighter. 

The only answer would be that you liked him. And that just didn’t make sense, you barely gave him the time of day. Always stuttering and leaving whenever he came around. He didn’t reply for too long, and you spoke up again. 

“I like you Spencer, I like you a lot. And this leather jacket looks really hot on you, but so do all your sweater vests, and I don’t actually think you did this for me because why would you care what I think, but I was so conflicted because you look so hot but you don’t look like you and I like you, Spencer!” You said, almost exasperatedly. 

“You think I’m hot?” He asked, shocked. You pulled back a bit so you could look him in the eye. 

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” You smirked. Spencer flushed and stuttered, but you kept talking before he had a chance to deny the compliment. “Is that all you got from that speech?” You asked, a little shy. 

Before he could answer, a car pulled up to the curb, and you pulled away completely to look at your phone. “That’s my ride.” You said, dejectedly. “We can just- forget this ever happened, I guess. I’m sorry. I know you don’t like me back and-”

“Would you like to see a movie with me? Tomorrow? As a date?” He blurted out. Your face brightened immediately, nodding quickly. 

“I would love that.” You said, and he smiled, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

“Wear your purple cardigan.” You answered, and then slipped into the car with one last smile in his direction. 

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Jeonghan: Rare

anonymous asked: hi! this is the first time im going to request a fic, so idk if im doing it right lol but can i make a request? Jeonghan werewolf + college au (just like wonwoo and cheol)? idk if im not looking hard enough but i havent read any werewolf!jeonghan anywhere :( read your fics couple days ago and i love your writing style hope youre able to do it >< (im awkward sorry idk how to do this lol) thank you ♡

Characters: Jeonghan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, some angst, fluff at the end, a little crack, smut (oral [female receiving], unprotected sex [use protection kids!!], choking, begging, dom!jeonghan)

Word count: 5,413

Summary: Jeonghan hates studying, he hates class, and he hates college. He doesn’t understand why he even thought it was a good idea to enroll four years ago. But then he met you, and while you were cold to him at first, it only took a few days without you for him to realize why.

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“Faye, get down from there!”

“But--”

“Now.”

Jeonghan looked up from the book he was reading, his eyes glancing over the glasses sliding down his nose.

“Has anybody seen Juri? She has class in thirty minutes.”

“You didn’t wake her up yet, Cheol.”

“…What?!”

The second oldest sighed, rolling his eyes at how chaotic the house was now that their short break was over and the new semester had started. Now he’d be back to yelling, never eating, and constantly studying. Wonderful.

As Seungcheol barreled up the stairs to wake up his mate, Soonyoung grabbed Faye’s wrist and dragged her to the kitchen, telling her she had to help him with breakfast. That actually sounded pretty good to Jeonghan, so he stood up from the couch, closed his book, and walked to the kitchen behind Wonwoo.

“Faye, you’re better at making eggs better than me,” Soonyoung huffed, trying to convince Wonwoo’s mate to stay to help him.

She rolled her eyes, putting on the apron Mingyu offered to her while he finished up his own breakfast. She let out a sigh, saying, “That’s because you only know how to do over-hard.”

“You mean burnt,” Jeonghan spoke up, sitting down at the table.

Faye turned to give Jeonghan a soft giggle, “Yeah, exactly. How do you want your eggs, Hannie?”

“Scrambled; kinda like how Chan will be after hoisting you up on the shelf to get the textbook Jun threw up there.”

“Don’t remind me,” Wonwoo growled, rubbing slow circles into his temples.

Seungcheol suddenly stormed into the kitchen, pushing a very-sleepy-looking Juri in front of him. The alpha pushed between Mingyu and Faye -- earning a low warning growl from Faye’s mate -- to grab a poptart before making their way out of the kitchen and toward the door.

“Nobody be late for class, bye!” the alpha called over his shoulder before him and his mate disappeared behind the door.

Jeonghan’s brows furrowed as he stared at the table, “He seems…scattered.”

“Mating season,” Mingyu replied, not looking away from the stove.

Everything added up in Jeonghan’s mind, making him nod. “Ah, that makes sense.”

“But it’s his first one with Juri around,” Faye pointed out, looking between the two older wolves in the kitchen for her answer to her next question. “Doesn’t that make it more difficult for him?”

“Some werewolves are…more tolerant than others,” Wonwoo answered slowly. “Plus, we all heard them going at it like, five times throughout the night. If Seungcheol isn’t held over for the day, he’s some kind of sex monster.”

Jeonghan chuckled, knowing Wonwoo was right. Faye had found out she was Wonwoo’s mate while he was going through the week long ordeal of being constantly horny, and he somehow managed to not completely attack her. But somebody like Soonyoung or Chan, for instance, had to be literally chained up in their room.

“Willpower is a blessing,” Jeonghan nodded.

-

Keeping his head down on his desk, Jeonghan let out a long sigh, not wanting to be in class again. He really didn’t miss the campus, and he really didn’t miss being up to his elbows in classwork. He would rather spend his free time at home with the pack, doing mostly nothing. In fact, he would rather put up with Wonwoo and Seungcheol running after their mates all day and scolding the pack than being in class.

Why did he decide to go to college?

But something suddenly piqued his interest. He didn’t know what it was, but he suddenly felt this warm feeling inside of him, and his heartbeat sped up. He could sense…something.

He slowly lifted his head, eyes staring blatantly at you as you walked into the classroom, carrying a stack of papers over a large notebook. You walked swiftly to the corner of the room before sitting down, and Jeonghan’s eyes followed you the whole way. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and he had the urge to just…just--

He didn’t even realize you had met his odd gaze until he snapped himself out of his thoughts, realizing what was happening. He offered you a soft, warm smile that you didn’t return. You only stared at him in what he could only describe as confused shock before averting your eyes down to your stack of papers.

Not exactly the reaction he expected from his mate, but if Wonwoo could still get his mate to fall for him even when he was going through mating season, he was sure he could get you to do the same when Jeonghan was acting normal. How hard could it be, right?

Then again, you seemed sort of…terrified.

He was so overcome by the feeling of imprinting that he almost didn’t realize he sensed something else all over you: werewolf. It definitely wasn’t that you were already marked; it was just you. He knew female werewolves existed, but they were extremely rare. He’d never come by one before, yet here you were, at the same campus as him and he never knew.

But you were also clearly ignoring him, not giving him the time of day.

Again, why did he decide to go to college?

-

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’

You couldn’t form any other thoughts other than that one word. Why now? Why here? Why him? You could clearly tell he was a werewolf, just like your father. You could just sense it all over him. You didn’t know why your heart sped up so much as you got closer to your classroom; why you smelled something so incredibly sweet and intoxicating from down the hall that caused you to react that way. But taking one look at the blond-haired boy with his head on his desk and you knew. So you sat as far away from him as possible.

After this class, you’d have to ditch for a while. There was no way in hell you’d be able to control anything about the situation. Honestly, it was just a bad time to find your mate. You had to lay low for a while. Hell, maybe the feeling would go away. But you knew that was just wishful thinking.

You just sighed quietly to yourself and stared at the window, trying to concentrate on anything other than the cute werewolf staring at you.

That worked up until class ended. Before you could gather all of your things, the beautiful werewolf was standing before you, brown eyes looking down at you fondly. You stared back up at him, seeing the soft smirk on his face. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off of his face, but you could never do that to your mate, so you settled for scowling.

“What, don’t want to fall in love?” he teased.

Why did his voice have to sound so melodic and send your heart into a frenzy? You could tell he knew, not only because you knew he could hear your heartbeat, but because his smirk grew wider.

“Not particularly,” you replied dryly, gathering your belongings in your bag and in your arms before standing.

“I’m Jeonghan,” he told you, his smirk softening to just a smile, showing off a perfect set of teeth.

You could only imagine what they’d feel like sinking into your skin to mark you… You groaned internally and tried to clear your head of those thoughts. You really needed to get out of here before things got worse.

“_____,” you mumbled, pushing passed him and hitting him with your shoulder.

Just the simple contact set a fire inside you, and you wanted to turn around and crash your lips into his. But you ignored the need as best as you could and kept walking.

Willpower was a blessing.

-

You were in his thoughts all day, even when he’d gotten back to the chaos he called home. The kitchen and living room were both full of wolves either getting snacks or spreading their papers out all over every surface to get started on their work, but Jeonghan couldn’t focus on any of that now. All he could think about was you, who he couldn’t stop staring at during the entire class.

Despite the fact Wonwoo was sitting on the floor, books scattered across the coffee table as he helped Faye with her classwork, he noticed the dreamy look in Jeonghan’s eyes and instantly knew what was going on. He quietly excused himself and kissed the top of Faye’s head before getting up and walking over to the older wolf, a smirk clear on his face. He blocked the path to the stairs, finally breaking Jeonghan from his thought.

“…What are you staring at me like that for?” Jeonghan asked, looking slightly afraid.

“So what’s she like?” Wonwoo chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jeonghan blushed almost immediately, his eyes going wide, “What?”

“It’s so obvious, Jeonghan, come on.”

He just sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, “She’s…different.”

“Different how?” Wonwoo asked, cocking his head to one side.

“Well, she’s…like us,” Jeonghan explained slowly, trying to work through all of the thoughts swimming through his head. “But she didn’t seem too fond of me.”

“Wait, she’s a werewolf?!” Wonwoo burst, catching the attention of their brothers and the two mates.

Jeonghan groaned, realizing the house had gone silent and frozen, eyes on the two of them, “Thanks, idiot.”

Seungcheol walked over, Juri clinging to his back like a koala, “You’ve finally imprinted? And on a female werewolf?”

“Is she pretty?” Juri smiled, resting her chin on her mate’s shoulder.

“Yes, but that’s not the point. She wouldn’t even look at me, and she didn’t want to talk to me.”

Joshua shrugged as he came over to join the conversation as well, “Some wolves enjoy being alone. Maybe she’s just not fond of the idea of mating.”

“Maybe she just thinks you’re ugly,” Seungcheol joked with a grin, earning a light whack from Juri.

Jeonghan frowned, rolling his eyes, “That’s impossible. If girls think you’re cute, they definitely think I’m cute.”

-

The next day, you didn’t show up to class.

Or the next day.

Or the day after that.

You were Jeonghan’s mate, and he was starting to get worried and antsy. He had to see you and he had to make sure you were okay. He didn’t know much about you other than a name and what you looked like, but he could track you down with his instincts. So he decided to just to make sure things were alright.

Following the mating pull, he ended up at a run-down apartment off campus in a not-so-great part of town. He managed to get into the building thanks to a stranger who left the door open for him, but when he got to your room, he was clueless. How could he get in without making it obvious he was breaking in? He couldn’t just break the door down.

Figuring there must be a spare key somewhere, Jeonghan began searching around the front door until he found exactly what he was looking for. He knew it was wrong to just enter your apartment -- especially when he could smell someone else’s scent so he knew you must’ve had a roommate that wasn’t home at the time -- but he was starting to hear some concerning noises that he knew were you. A lot of groaning, and a weird sound he couldn’t place. So he put the key in the lock and turned before opening the door. Once he placed the key back where it was, he entered the seemingly vacant and tiny apartment.

“_____?” he called, hearing all the noise from you stop before he heard a whine. He rushed to where he heard the sound, worried for your safety. “_____, are you okay?”

He got to a door and knocked softly, “_____, it’s Jeonghan; Yoon Jeonghan? From math class?”

“J-Jeonghan…” your voice was a breathy groan like you were being strangled.

Jeonghan opened the door carefully. He sensed it before he even laid eyes on you, but when he did see you, he sucked in a sharp breath.

You were chained up to your bed by your wrists, one cheek laying against the damp pillow under your head. Your face was flushed a deep pink, and there was a sheen of sweat covering your whole body that shone in the dim light that was just a sliver between your curtains. You were panting and looked tired but you were clearly uncomfortable from your squirming.

You were in heat.

Everything suddenly clicked. Why you looked horrified when you saw him; why you didn’t look at him or speak to him; why you didn’t show up for almost a week. Like most of his pack, you couldn’t deal with being in heat as well as some, and you had to be restrained to keep yourself under control.

His inner wolf wined seeing you like this, but what could he do? He’d hate himself if he took advantage of you and had you then and there, but being here was probably making it worse for you.

You let out a dry laugh, looking up at him with bright red eyes, “Surprising?”

He nodded slowly, “I couldn’t even tell.”

“It just started the day I met you,” you explained through clenched teeth, screwing your eyes shut so you wouldn’t have to look at his beautiful face and think of all the dirty things you wanted to do to him to relieve the pain between your legs. “God, it was so hard to resist…”

“I can only imagine what it’s like now,” Jeonghan chuckled awkwardly, taking a small step forward, though he kept his distance. “I’d help but I--”

“Please,” you begged as your eyes flew open to bore into his, immediately growing wetter and more uncomfortable just from the mere offer.

Jeonghan shook his head at you, making you whine louder, “I don’t want to take advantage of you, _____. You’re too vulnerable right now.”

“Jeonghan, this is different,” you tried to explain but the pleading was still clear in your tone. “You and I both know we’re mates; it’s not just some shitty one-time thing-- Ah! Fuck, please do something, this is torture!”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t getting turned on just from the sweet scent of your arousal -- he couldn’t help it, it was his instincts. Not only that, but he didn’t like seeing his mate so uncomfortable. Every time you whined or groaned, it took everything in him not to lurch forward and attach his lips to your neck. But hearing your pleading really fueled something inside him. As sadistic as it was for the situation, he loved hearing you beg for him.

Besides, Jeonghan had to figure out a way to get you out of your apartment and back to his place where he could watch over you properly, but he couldn’t take you out in public like this. He’d definitely have to take care of you beforehand.

“You know, most wolves I know get aggressive during mating season,” he said slowly; teasingly as he moved closer to you, “but you’re just whiny and needy, aren’t you?”

You could feel him getting closer, but he wasn’t touching you. You wanted the contact; anything would feel nice on your overly-sensitive skin. Subconsciously, you moved as close to him as you could, pulling on the chains until the metal cuffs were tight against your wrists and digging into your skin.

He smirked at you, finally brushing his fingertips over your bare leg. He started at your shin and moved his way up, taking note that you were only in a long t-shirt and underwear. Any sort of bottoms must’ve been way too uncomfortable.

His touch sent a trail of fire wherever he touched your already burning skin, despite the fact his skin felt cool against yours. He could feel just how hot you were, and it only made him want to help more. His fingers trailed all the way to your panties, feeling just how wet you really were. His golden eyes turned a blood red as you let out a choked moan, dropping your head back and letting your eyes close.

“Th-thank you…” you breathed between deep panting, sweat dropping down your forehead.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he replied lowly, his lips going straight to your exposed neck as he finally sat beside you on the bed. He left open-mouthed kisses and nibbled at your skin, surely leaving faint marks. “I’ll still make you work for it.”

You whined, not wanting to do much of anything right now. But you also knew that you’d do anything to feel any sort of release, so you silently vowed to obey whatever he’d ask of you. He was your mate, after all, and you couldn’t deny him.

His fingers rubbed slow circles into your underwear, making soft sighs drop from your lips that were swollen from your teeth biting down on them. With his free hand, Jeonghan tangled his fingers in your hair and tugged, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Who do you belong to, _____?” his voice was low in your ear, his breath fanning against your skin. It sent tingles down your spine.

“You,” you breathed out almost immediately, making the older wolf smile, licking his lips.

“Good girl,” he grumbled, pressing his fingers against you a little harder and moving them a little faster.

Your hips lifted off the ground as your nails tried to find some sort of purchase on the sheets beneath you. When you still couldn’t stop fidgeting, you dug them into your thighs, moaning his name out in a way that quickly had his jeans tightening.

With your hips raised, Jeonghan took the opportunity to slide your soiled underwear off your legs, pressing a needy kiss to your lips. You gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, whimpering into the kiss because he’d removed his fingers.

He chuckled against your lips, “Patience, baby.”

You pulled away to breathe, unable to catch your breath from how hot you were, “I’m trying.”

“Don’t worry,” there was a mischievous glint in his red eyes as he sat back and laid on his stomach between your legs, “I’ll take care of you eventually, but it’s better if I build it up so you’ll feel even greater by the end.”

“That’s just a fancy way of saying you’re going to tease me,” you groaned, tugging at the hem of your shirt impatiently as you watched the lower half of his face disappear between your legs.

“What, I can have a little fun?” he asked before licking a stripe up your slit.

“Jeonghan!” you gasped, already feeling dizzy just from the small ministration of your mate. Your hands moved from your shirt to his blond hair, weaving through the strands encouragingly. “M-more…”

“Ah-ah,” he tisked, “you have to tell me specifically what you want.”

“J-just--” you stuttered and groaned, unable to even think clearly with how badly your clit was aching, and from the way your mate looked up at you like you were his prey. “Fingers! I w-want your fingers…”

“Was that so hard?” he grinned evilly, knowing that it actually must’ve been hard. He inserted two fingers, knowing you could more than easily take them with how wet you were, curling them a few times until he was able to gauge your reaction for your sweet spot. Once you let out a particularly high moan and your thighs twitched, he smirked. “Right there?”

You nodded quickly, raising your hips toward him. “God, Jeonghan…please don’t stop.”

He flicked his tongue teasingly over your clit, admiring the noises you made at every subtle thing he did to you, “My mate’s so good for me; you say please, you react so well to me… You’re going to love your reward.”

His pink lips attached to your overly-sensitive clit, your hips rocking against his face. He quickly pinned them down with his free hand, letting out a low growl against you as he saw your blown out pupils and your bottom lip between your teeth. You looked absolutely beautiful. Plus, the vibrations from him growl had you moaning louder for him, and he loved the sounds.

He knew you’d reach your release quicker because of how sensitive and worked up you were, so he pulled away too soon for your liking. You whined up at him, and he just looked at you playfully, his eyes glinting something evil in them. One hand reached around your throat while the other went to his lips, sticking his two fingers that were inside you into his mouth. Just watching him had another groan slipping passed your lips.

“I told you you’d have to work for it,” he reminded you, removing his fingers and staring down at you. 

You dropped your head against the wall in defeat, “What do you want me to do? Please…I’ll do anything, just-- Ah! Jeonghan, it hurts…”

His face was hairs away from yours, his breath hitting your face when he spoke just above a whisper, “I guess you better start begging, then, sweetheart.”

“What?” you panted.

“I won’t help you cum unless you beg,” he explained, pulling back and standing up to take off his clothes as he watched you, “so if it hurts so badly, I guess you should start talking.”

“Jeonghaaaan…” you whined, squirming where you sat against the wall.

“I’m hearing a lot of noise, but none of it is begging,” he sighed in a sing-song voice, taking his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor by your legs. “Apparently you don’t want to cum as badly as you led on, _____.”

“Jeonghan, please!” you begged, unable to take it anymore. Your eyes scanned over his bare torso and watched every single move of his as he undid his jeans and took them off tantalizingly slow. “Please help me cum; fuck me until all I know is your name. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life, just-- Ugh, please!”

He smirked, getting on his knees between your legs. Then he leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your scorching forehead.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed before lining himself up and slowly inserting himself into your entrance. You let out a broken moan, pulling at the chains with the need to touch Jeonghan and bring him closer. “I’ll make you feel so much better, baby, I promise.”

His thrusts were slow and even, soft sighs and quiet moans falling from his swollen lips from the feeling of being inside you. He’d had sex with other people before, but nothing felt as good as being with his mate. It was like magic already.

You wanted him to go faster and harder, but you already were losing your thoughts to the feeling of being so full from Jeonghan. Your hands balled into fists out of frustration as you stuttered out weak moans and tried to buck your hips up into his. He knew exactly what you wanted but he kept his pace.

“Come on, baby, use your words,” he chuckled, brushing some hair out of your face. “Tell me what you want.”

“F-faster…” you mumbled feebly, looking up at his crooked smile and almost moaning simply from that sight.

He leaned down, his face so close his hair could tickle your face, “Ah, you’re gonna have to be a bit louder, sweetheart. I can’t hear you.”

“Faster,” you said louder.

“What do we say, _____?”

“Please, Jeonghan, please!”

A soft snarl tore through his chest hearing you beg so loudly. His hips picked up instantly, slamming into you roughly. He could hardly even hear the sounds of skin slapping on skin over the loud moans and whimpers of your pleasure.

Like before, he placed a hand around your throat, gently squeezing the sides. Your walls clenched around him and he knew you were close, which didn’t surprise him. His mate was so sensitive, and he knew there was more than likely more than one round in you.

Seeing how fucked out you looked and how perfectly you fit around his cock, he was nearing his release as well. He looked down at you in adoration, but his red eyes still showed hints of lust.

“Who��s your mate, _____?” he asked, out of breath from using all of his stamina to relentlessly rock his hips into yours.

It took you a few seconds, but you managed to choke out, “Y-you are…”

“Come on, _____, say my name,” he ordered, adding pressure to your neck, as well as bringing his other hand to your clit and rubbing it in quick, small circles.

Tears sprang into your eyes at the stimulation, and it took everything in you to not just let yourself fall over the edge then and there. You could barely get his name out because you had to hold your breath to keep yourself together.

“I can’t hear you,” he teased, keeping his pace. “Say my name nice and loud, baby; then I’ll let you cum.”

“Jeonghan, fuck!” you practically screamed as your eyes screwed shut and your back arched off the floor, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. It was a wave of pleasure that completely drowned you, and it felt better than any other release you’d ever had.

Jeonghan came soon after you, releasing inside of you. His hips still moving against yours had your thighs and abdomen twitching from the overstimulation, but all you did was shudder and breathe out your mate’s name over and over again, your hair sticking to your face with sweat.

Jeonghan pulled out of you and used his own boxers to clean you up. He brushed a hand over your forehead, smoothing your damp hair back as he smiled lovingly at your relaxed face, “Better?”

You nodded tiredly, managing to open your still-red eyes to look up at him, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes. “Alright, let me find the key to these things and I’ll bring you to my place. I have a lot of brothers and two sisters, but I can keep an eye on you there.”

You let out a fatigued laugh as Jeonghan helped you to sit up again, “We don’t have long until that feeling comes back.”

“Oh, I know,” he grinned teasingly, leaning in and kissing your nose.

-

Jeonghan spent the next few days watching over you. You did stay in his basement, but it was a finished basement with a spare room for a bed that you slept in, and Jeonghan promised to stay with you the whole time. He took care of every need you had, and didn’t mind. You couldn’t once tell if he was getting tired or not. If he was, he was great at hiding it.

He also made sure to keep you up to date on all the schoolwork -- he had the professor email both of you for the work you’d be missing -- and actually even did most of it for you -- he actually asked his pack to do it -- since you were always too…y’know.

“How do you feel?” he asked tiredly one morning when he’d noticed you’d finally woken up. His voice was a little gravely since he hadn’t said anything yet, and his arms were wrapped securely around your naked waist.

“It’s over,” you assured him, feeling like your normal self again. You’d survived another week. “God, how are you going to deal with me every month?”

“Easily,” he promised, kissing your cheek. “You’ll have to deal with me when I go through with it too.”

“Are you whiny too?” you giggled, turning in his arms to face him.

“We all are,” he told you with a chuckle before he sighed. “Alright, I suppose I should properly introduce you to the pack.”

“I met five of them before.”

“That doesn’t count, I rushed you down here before you started getting hot again.”

“…I still said hi.”

Jeonghan chuckled and managed to get himself out of bed even though he normally would never get up. He just had a little extra pep in his step thanks to his mate. He pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants before helping you pull your shirt on over your head. Once you shoved your legs into a pair of his sweatpants that he let you borrow, he took your hand and led you out of the bedroom and up the stairs.

Before Jeonghan even reached the door, he could hear his pack whispering about you.

“They’re coming.”

“Everyone stay quiet.”

“Act natural.”

But he could also hear Wonwoo and Seungcheol arguing with someone else mixed in with the whispers he heard. He already knew whatever he opened the door to wasn’t going to be natural.

The door opened to an empty hallway. He walked down the hall and found the pack huddled in the living room, completely frozen. All eyes were on the two of you as you both stood in the doorway.

The first thing you noticed was a girl sitting up on the exposed beams of the living room, two boys below her -- one was very tall and looked like he was blocking his face with his arms, and the other was posed to punch him. Then you noticed a girl with legs much longer than yours, putting both arms as high as she could in the air, a plate of cupcakes balanced in her hands while a swarm of about eight boys tried to get to them, and a dirty-blond-haired wolf was gripping the backs of two of their shirts. The other two wolves were tossing popcorn at each other, which you could tell by the bowls in their laps and the way one of them had their mouth wide open and a piece of popcorn in their golden hair.

It was a mess. Now you were included in that mess.

“So…,” Jeonghan began awkwardly, nodding up at the girl on the beam, “Juri is on the ceiling this time, huh? Nice to see you guys are mixing it up.”

“She likes to feel tall,” the wolf about to get punched insisted.

The girl, Juri, nodded but gestured to you with her chin. “Care to introduce us, Jeonghan?”

Jeonghan sighed, pulling you into the room, “This is _____. _____, this is chaos.”

“Hello,” one of the wolves reaching for a cupcake waved, “we are chaos. Nice to meet you.”

You laughed, offering a confident wave. You were never really one to be shy, you were just taken aback by the commotion. You were used to living with one person, and now you had fourteen -- not counting Jeonghan -- in front of you.

“Want a cupcake?” the girl about to be swallowed by the collection of boys asked.

“Yes please,” you nodded, watching as the group parted like the Red Sea for the girl to get through.

“So,” Jeonghan began again, taking a cupcake off the plate for you, and then stealing one for himself, “I’m assuming it was Mingyu that put Juri up there?”

“I wanted to know what all the hype was,” the small girl shrugged as who you assumed was her mate stared up at her worriedly. “I get it now. Faye is lucky.”

“Apparently it’s some sort of mate initiation to be put on the goddamn ceiling,” The wolf that was gripping the two wolves’ shirts rolled his eyes with a huff, wrapping his arms around the girl with the plate of desserts. “That means _____ is gonna end up on the beams at some point.”

You and Jeonghan turned to look at each other the same time. You giggled at how he had frosting on his nose and picked it up with your finger before sticking it in your mouth. Jeonghan returned the smile, his just as bright.

“I’d like to see ‘em try,” you stated, turning back to the couple in front of you.

The girl with the cupcakes grinned, looking between the two of you, “You got a good mate, Hannie. It’s not every day you get someone who can take care of herself in a house like this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a happy sigh, “she’s definitely one in a million.”