#i sorta just want to know if my spine is supposed to look like that....

[glassdemons]

chat am i cooked

[lovebugism]

«Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn» with lovesick eddie 🥰🥹

thanks for requesting :D i sorta wrote this as a part of the tcar universe but it can be read as a standalone fic!

summary: the one where eddie munson is the best boyfriend ever when you're feeling poorly (established relationship, hurt/comfort cw reader has a period and a history of bad boyfriends)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You cry into your pillow like you just got your heart broken.

You didn’t, though. You’re just overtly emotional against your will and so full of love that you don’t know what to do with it. 

And even though you’re weeping like a total maniac, Eddie stays at your side — rubbing up and down your back with a warm hand and trying his best not to laugh at your misplaced misery.

“I’m sorry, babe…” the boy murmurs over your sniffling. His thumb swipes soothingly over your trembling shoulder before his palm falls back down your spine again. “Didn’t mean to make you cry…”

You shake your head and swallow through a tight throat. “No, it’s not your fault,” you retort quickly, voice wet with tears. “I’m fine— I know I seem mental, but I’m fine, okay? I’m just emotional.”

Eddie fights back another laugh. You’re not looking at him, though, so he grins as big as he wants. “I know, babe. That’s why I got you ice cream. It’s supposed to help with the cramps.”

A poorly held-back sob tumbles from your mouth.

‘Cause he did get you your favorite ice cream, right after you told him you got your period. You felt too poorly to hang out, so he decided to come to you, and he didn’t waste a second. You’ve spent so long crying about it now that the carton is melting on your bedside table. 

It only makes you feel worse.

Eddie winces when he fails to comfort you. “Sorry…”

“Stop being so nice to me! It’s making me sad!” you blurt, lifting your head from the pillow and looking at him over your shoulder. Your eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, your brows are twisted with agony, and your face is blotchy with the heat of your emotion. 

Eddie grins. He doesn’t know how you manage to look so pretty all the time.

“Sorry,” he repeats, though his lopsided smile says otherwise. His ringed fingers dig softly into the base of your spine, where your cramps have seemingly migrated. He tilts his head and scrunches his nose. “I’d try to love you less, but I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I did.”

“Eddie!” you shout when your eyes start to burn all over again.

A chuckle spills from his rosy mouth. He’s amused by your dramatics but still obviously sympathetic of you. “Okay, that was mean… But I meant it.”

“I’m just not used to all this, you know?” you mumble, fatigued by your own tears and lingering period pains. You turn to lie down again, burying your face into your pillow with the ardency of someone wanting to melt into their mattress.

Eddie resumes his absentminded petting. “Hm?”

“My last boyfriend would barely talk to me when I was on my period. He thought it was gross,” you confess, distracting yourself from the dull discomfort in your back and abdomen by picking at the fuzz on your blanket. “I bled on his sheets once, and he wouldn’t even look at me. I think he would’ve actually broken up with me if I didn’t wash them after.”

Eddie’s chest stings with withheld anger. It’s like you’ve shoved a red-hot knife into his sternum and twisted. He doesn’t know how anybody could be anything but gentle with you. 

He wishes the world had been kinder to you. He wishes your past had been easier. He hopes that maybe he can make your future worth looking forward to, though. If he can be good enough to you to make you forget about every asshole that’s screwed you over, it would’ve been worth it.

“I know it’s not good to wish death on people, so I won’t, but I hope nothing good ever happens to that asshole,” Eddie tells you, totally serious but covering his rage with a teasing inflection. “Like, I hope his pillow is always warm on both sides and that his socks are always rotated just enough to make him uncomfortable when he puts them on. Nothing serious, you know? Just enough torture to make him slowly go insane.”

You smile at him, finally. It’s weak and weighed down, wavering softly at the edges, but it’s a sincere thing you flash over your shoulder nonetheless. “I’m glad we’re on the same page,” you quip with a soft laugh.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, even though you’re still a bit weepy and sniveling. He presses his rosy mouth against your own and lingers there — an innocuous, languid peck. Your lips click softly when he pulls away.

Your glassy, doe eyes flit between both of his chocolate ones when you go silently serious. “Thanks for being so nice to me,” you murmur like you might’ve burdened him in some way.

Eddie scoffs and lies more intently at your side. Still in his day clothes and sitting over the covers, he curls in behind you. One hand props up his head, and the other spreads out on your stomach over the blanket. “Don’t thank me. I’m your boyfriend. It’s, like, my job to be nice to you— I like being nice to you.”

“I know…” you mumble as you settle into Eddie’s warmth.

You’re still getting used to that. You’ve been so conditioned to beg for love that you don’t know what to do when it lays willingly at your feet. You’ve gotten too used to being treated like shit, and now you hardly feel deserving of the barest minimum. Eddie’s so sweet to you that it makes you feel like a burden.

“Yeah, so buckle up, sweetheart,” the boy says, laughing into your ear as he noses at your hair. The sound is a honeyed, heavenly one. The breath of it fans warm against your cheek. “You got a whole fuckin’ lifetime of this shit.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah. Can’t wait to be nice to you forever. It’s gonna be metal.”

A grin pulls slow at your lips. You bury it into the pillow like a giddy teenager.

[migueloharaslave]

You stood in front of a mirror, tugging on the dress you picked to wear for the night. It has been a couple of months since you've joined alchemex and tonight the company hosted a little reward show to give recognitions to some of the Geneticists for their new discovery in their project.

You hummed as you walked over to the dresser, grabbing one of your vanilla scented perfumes. You gently sprayed the mist on yourself before walking over to the bed, which your boyfriend was stretched across of.

"Okay I'm about to go, do you need anything?" You asked Shawn, with a small smile on yourself. You and Shawn have been together since highschool, you two started dating when you were 16 and now your 24.

"No. I'm good. Go have fun." He muttered as he sat up in the bed, resting his back against the headboard as he continued to text on his phone.

"Okay.." You were expecting some sort of kiss goodbye just like he used to do.. but now he doesn't anymore. Sometimes it feels like Shawn doesn't even love you as much as you love him.

"Well, bye. Love you." You grabbed your purse and walked out the room, closing the door behind you.

You sighed, walking out of your apartment you felt nothing but guilt. Did you do something wrong? Did you say something? What if he isn't interested anymore? All those thoughts bottled up in your chest was ready to spill out.

You felt a lump in your throat and you decided to swallow to get rid of it, you didn't need to be upset about anything right now.

..You stepped into the venue, greeting some of your fellow coworkers as you shared laughs and giggles.

You smiled as you listened to them gossip about this guy.. one of the Geneticist who is apparently a real hot hunk of a man.

"He's supposed to be the lead on this project. I've heard he's single, but he doesn't really seem to be interested in dating." One of your coworkers spoke as she took a sip of her wine.

"No, I've heard rumors of him dating someone.. Whoever she is, she's lucky." Another coworker spoke, and as they continued their conversation you sorta zoned out.. thinking about your boyfriend.

You decided to excuse yourself from the group and went over to the bar. You told the bartender what drink you wanted, and he made it and handed it to you with a warm smile. "Enjoy your drink, Ma'am." He spoke in a tone of class.

And just as you got the drink, ready to walk back to the table with your gal pals, you bump into someone.

"Oh my god.. I am so sorry. I should had been paying attention." You quickly put the glass down and grabbed a napkin to hand it to the man who stood before you.

When you finally looked up at him, your eyes met his.. you stared at those eyes of his.. those dark crimson eyes seemed like something out of a film, something only a man from the dream could have and god his height, he had to be above six feet atleast. That nice bronze skin, slicked back brunette hair, the strong facial structures he had.. those broad shoulders, you could honestly tell he went to the gym.

"No, worries. It's fine, dear." He chuckled softly, taking the napkin and gently dabbing the liquid off of his black blazer. He then crumbled it up and tossing it in a nearby trashcan.

He cleared his throat, holding out his hand to you. "I'm Miguel O'Hara, it's nice to meet you, Ms..?"

You smiled softly as you took his hand into yours, feeling the rough calloused hand of his, you tucked a strand behind your ear as you spoke. "Y/N."

"Pleased to meet you. I haven't seen you around before, are you new?" Miguel spoked as he pulled his hand away, slipping them into the pockets of his dress pants and your eyes couldn't help but follow them.

You looked up at him, "Yes.. I started working here a couple months ago. I'm one of the new research scientists."Miguel looked at you up at down, seeming to be examining you.

"Well.. That's nice. I hope to see you around more now that I know your name, Y/N." The way your named rolled off of his tongue sent a shiver down your spine, you licked your lips as you felt them go dry.

"Yeah.. I'll definitely be looking around for you, yknow since your all.. tall and stuff." You giggled nervously then you furrowed your brows at your words, cringing at how awkward that was. You couldn't even talk to a guy, well a attractive guy at that. Was it weird to find him attractive when you had a whole boyfriend at home? Yes, but it isn't a crime.

Miguel gave you a look that seemed as if he was slightly confused but he just shook it off. "Well, I'll be going now. I'll see you around." He smiled at you one last time before waving and walking off.

You stood there, watching him. You dumbfounded, clenching onto your purse as your heart raced in your chest. You felt as if you wanted to faint not only did you see a most amazing hunk of a man, but you were.. attracted to him.

Just feeling like that for another guy made you feel guilty deep down inside.. you didn't wanna hurt your boyfriend's feelings.. but god that Miguel looked like he could do wonders to your body. Shaking off your wild thoughts you just asked the bartender for a shot of vodka, you grabbed the glass and gulped it down within in a second and sat it down. You whispered a small thank you and walked away, looking around you found your little clique again.

"Y/N! We were just talking about you." The girl laughed as you joined them at the table. You sat down at the table with them at a empty spot looking around, as your attention was soon drawn to the stage when you saw someone walking on up to a podium. "I was just looking around.. that's all." You said softly as you looked at her with a small smile.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the attention was focused on the stage to a man with a mic, "Welcome everyone. Tonight is a big night! We're recognizing our amazing geneticist team and their new project. Their job working on this project for months really paid off and it opened up a new path for more studies to occur. Now, will Miguel O'Hara and his team come to the stage." Your throat went dry at the mention of his name, was he the guy your coworkers were not too long gossiping about? You watched as he stepped onto the stage along with four other people and they smiled as they stood on stage behind him and he adjusted his tie.

Miguel placed those calloused hands against the side of the podium, leaning down to speak in the mic. "Thank you to everyone for the support on this project. It has been stressful these past few months while we worked on it, but we managed to get through it as a team. Teamwork is a major factor in this company, it's what keeps the creativity flowing and more ideas being produced. Thank you to my team for working on this project with me, although it took a lot of convincing.. and thank you to corporate for funding this project, it is highly appreciated. Hopefully this will open new doors for not only us, but also the new generation of scientist on their way. Thank you."

You sat there and clapped after that speech of his, you weren't really focused on what he was saying.. only on his voice, the way his deep voice sounds, the little rasp within it. Something about it drove you crazy.

...After more scientist got their recognition, along with hours of talking to random people you finally got home. You groaned as you walked into your apartment, kicking your heels off. "I'm home!" You called out to your boyfriend. You heard rumbling coming from the room so you went to go check and see what he was doing.

"Are you okay?" You asked as you walked into the room, looking around. Your bed was a little messy, but it looked like Shawn was sleeping by the way he was just casually laying under the sheets.

"Yeah! I'm fine. Didn't think you were coming home early." He chuckled, he stood up and walked over to you. He was in his boxers, which were something he usually didn't sleep in. You were taking off your jewelry and then you started to take off your makeup.

"I was too tired to stay for the after party stuff." You muttered as you looked up at him, you stood up walking up to the mirror next to your closet and he quickly followed you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing.. I just wanna follow you around." He smiled as he leaned against the closet door. He licked his lips as he watched you take your hair out of the bun you pinned it up in.

"Well, I'm gonna shower now." You smiled at him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. You walked out the room, and when he heard the shower start running he immediately open the closet door and as expected, there was a half naked girl.

"Jenni, Go before she finds out. Hurry up." He hissed softly as he shooed her out of the apartment.

(ERM THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC OBVIOUSLY ITS NOT GONNA BE GOOD BUT MY FRIENDS LIKED IT AND YEAH SO THIS IS IT PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK, ADVICE, AND MAYBE IDEAS FOR PART TWO 😜)

[ilyuan]

hello valentine! how are you? i hope life is being kind to you! i heard that your request is open, so i try to send something :D hopefully this isn't too much!

may i request haitham with inazuman fem!reader? let's say they met because she's pursuing education in akademiya. once she graduates, she spends some times working in sumeru. but of course, one day she need to go back to inazuma again. how are their long distant relationship look like? do he visit her sometimes? bonus point if she's the opposite of him, like emotional and sunshine type person (but not as loud as kaveh! no shade to him tho, i lobe him xD). of course you can adjust this request as much as you want~ no pressure at all xD

i think that's it! i'm sorry if i make grammarical mistakes or anything, english is not my mother tounge. but still, thanks in advance, dear valentine! 💖

a/n. so sorry this took a while to get to :') im trying my best to catch up with my inbox i promise, other than that,, thank you for the request anon! <3 i’m sick but i’m getting better !! :)

cw. fem!reader, reader is from inazuma, a bit of angst in the beginning (?), mentions of scara (my beloved), cyno, tighnari, kaveh and other characters, i got sorta lazy at the end LOL this was just supposed to be a little time after time fic ig? if that makes any sense like something happens then another thing happens i guess? idk LMAO

"you realize i won't be able to stay for long, right?" your weary voice catches onto his ears when you begin to speak.

with a facepalm, alhaitham replies, "of course, kaveh’s coming home soon so you’d have to go," alhaitham replies, to which you chuckled about.

"well," you pause, "that's not what i meant."

"haitham! stop rummaging through my papers!" you squeak when he attempts to help you, mentally face palming yourself.

"[name]," he looks at you, "people like to help each other, everyone's gotta help someone else some day."

ah, here he goes again.

you giggle.

"okay, okay," you roll your eyes in a playful manner, "well, go check up on kaveh, he's practically screaming your name at this point."

"i'd rather stay here with you," he interrupts.

does he know what will happen?

those words sent shivers down your spine.

yes, you two were in a healthy, established relationship, but what he does not know is that you took his words a completely different way.

all of a sudden, you hear someone walking over to the two of you, alhaitham right beside you instantly assuming it was kaveh.

"hey, you kids gotta go, the bell rang already."

...apparently not.

"stop thinking so hard about it [name]," alhaitham interrupts your train of thought.

"nothing's gonna happen either way, you do realize that if you don't get into [desired career], then there's multiple other options you have in here. we went here for a reason, right?"

...ah, his smart self always seemed to cheer you up, always enough to get rid of every thought in your brain possible, just like when he comforted you when you were panicking about what seemed like fifty different school assignments back in high school.

...

"let me help you," alhaitham spoke, instantly swiping the papers out of your hands.

"but-!?" you insist, but not quick enough since alhaitham was already looking for his glasses, the ones that kaveh gave him since he changed careers in high school.

"no 'but's," he interrupted you once more, your insists practically flying out of the already freezing cold window that was still going because of how hot it was inside your apartment.

...

back in the present time, he was tapping on the side of your head like it was a solid rock, but trying his best to be careful with you.

"you always zone out," alhaitham starts once more, interrupting your train of thought once more.

"and you always interrupt me," you roll your eyes, scoffing at him.

"you didn't even say anything though."

after you and alhaitham’s graduation, you’d decided that you would work in sumeru, with the special occasions of helping out alhaitham too.

"cyno! stop kicking sand onto me!" you laughed, trying not to get sand in your eyes as you were cleaning up the eremites' base.

“where’s tighnari?” you suddenly ask.

"he's on his way, he was dehydrated not too long ago until scaramouche gave him water," he replied, thinking back to the time he had to hand over the water that scaramouche gave him to tighnari who could barely even stand, breathing heavier than usual.

after that, he knew tighnari would take longer than expected to come visit both of you.

scaramouche, having just obtained the crown and lost it, he was more unmotivated than usual so you all knew that he wasn't going to come, considering how stubborn he was and how he refused requests almost all the time.

...and of course, kaveh was stressed out again.

after months and months, here you were, wking on the streets of inazuma with none other than kaveh, alhaitham’s stubborn roommate.

“do you know when you’ll be able to go back to sumeru?” kaveh suddenly asks you, to which you whipped your head to the left to look at him.

“erm… well, i did tell him that i’d have to leave one day but,” you paused, “he didn’t… understand.”

“what do you mean?” kaveh questioned with a gasp to which you let out a small laugh about.

“well, i told him a year ago that one day i’d have to leave and he instantly thought it was about you coming over so i would have to leave,” you replied, trying your best to explain to alhaitham’s blonde friend.

“well i guess that’s just how life works,” kaveh sighed, trying to attempt an emotional facade.

you laughed again.

…

ever since that day, you’ve met some people along the way of your journey back in your hometown, inazuma.

the summer shade of inazuma under certain sakura trees caught your attention when you were walking with ayaka.

the sight reminded you of how things would go downhill but alhaitham was always there with you.

the shade representing your emotions, and the petals representing alhaitham being by your side.

you thought it was cheesy, letting out a small giggle from it to which ayaka questioned you about.

she was the girl who had always thought you were different from any other person in inazuma, since you’ve never told her that you were previously in sumeru for a long period of time.

you looked over to her, your view meeting her confused face.

“…ayaka, i’m fine,” your weary tone of voice spoke.

“…right.”

…

and ever since that day, you and alhaitham always called over any devices that ayaka and thoma made for you.

thoma, having always practiced forging with ayato, has taken a very long time trying to make certain souvenirs for you and other trinkets.

you could never thank him enough for the device that he made for you in order to call alhaitham.

however, you never told thoma that you were in a relationship with a man from sumeru.

…

so when you told him, he was shocked.

to say the least.

…

“AND YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT PART!?” he practically screamed.

“…”

“i knew you would act like this,” ayato came up from behind.

and well, so in conclusion, you and alhaitham’s relationship was… pretty much perfect!

the only downside was that you could never find ways to convince ayato to drive you back to sumeru, but you had your ways to convince him.

“alhaitham, hi!” thoma yelled, seeing his camera on screen from a few meters away behind you.

“THOMA—“

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost on other platforms please and thank uu 🤍

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 168

I'M GONNA. I'M GOING TO.

Oh thank goodness Frederick has a cat-like flexibility. No but fr tho. The fact that he can fit in small places and just, fold his body??? He's a cat.

OH I AM SO DOWN TO GWEN, AURELIA, THE POSSUM, AND THE RAT PROTECTING FREDERICK LET'S GOOOOO. Also The possum and Gwen's sharp teeth and Aurelia's spit? Heck yeah. AND THEN AURELIA PROTECTING GWEN!! I'm so glad she had a redemption arc :')

OH. OH. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Do you understand the amount of time I've been thinking about Frederick throwing a book at his bullies and Leland to the point I want to draw it but give up midway due to unable to draw anatomy of a person throwing a book? Yeah. And Frederick calling Leland a doofus LOLLLL.

Curtis not being able to see shit but still defending the aid kit station pretty well? That's what I call true skill. I mean he's really fighting multiple soldiers with armor and spear, and he's winning. But man his hand tho. I'm guessing those are from splinter and maybe some sorta swelling from holding the broom too long (idk how to describe it) or smth? Those has got to hurt...

HAHAHAHHAHAH I can't believe I didn't expect she would say that LMAO. Also she looks so goofy in the second image HAHA.

Nah the commander really went for Laverne too... Did Leland even agree on that?

Omg....Lorena catching Suzie....Lorzanna....

Leland's strength continues to terrify me. He just broke stair railing that seems to be made from marble, WITH HIS BARE HAND. I swear the Pastel palace is gonna need LOTS of renovation after all of these end.

"You don't decide what you want" oh bull I say, bull. Boooo Leland rotten tomatoes rotten tomatoes boooo nobody likes you go home boooo rotten tomatoes.

Eugh I'm surprised Frederick hasn't broken AT LEAST a bone with how much he got slammed and thrown hardly. The door broke bro the door broke. His spine...

Now that I think about it never have i ever with syrah would probably be wild XD

Okay at this point I am the most glad that frederick told cpc because otherwise many bad things would happen...

Wait a minute. What happened to spider Prez? I can't seem to remember...Did she pass out after breaking the door?

Wait so the Plaidypus isn't the royal plaid army?? Wait cause I'm kinda confused now :') if someone can explain it to me that would be great.

OH CRAP OH NO.

Shit, Frederick fr need a doctor asap. All those tossing around, the dusts, nah...

Okay this is sad and all but Syrah with the long nose made me giggle.

THANK YOU PRINCEL-WHOSE-NAME-HASN'T-BEEN-REVEALD!! Blaine really missed like ¾ of the war lmao.

I swear cpc is responsible for me learning new vocabularies daily.

OH??? BLAINE?? BLAINE??? I don't, I really don't know how to start.

First of all, there's a new meaning to this. So what I'm getting here, Blaine wants to be at the top because if he gets all the attention, Lance and Frederick won't be in trouble because he thought Leland wouldn't notice him much then. I suppose what's in Blaine's mind is, it's better to be neglected by your shitty parents rather than being noticed and verbally/physically abused by them?

Okay, I'm starting to get it. I'm the youngest sibling so I don't know if I'm getting it correctly, but this is what I get: "I will take all the abuse from our father so you, my younger brothers, can live a happy life without being notices by him."

Older siblings, amirite?

So, Blaine has been trying to protect his brothers but because Frederick keeps upsetting Leland and then making him proud, Blaine's plan keeps on being in shambles?

One thing I'm confused about though. Hear me out, Blaine most likely has golden child syndrome right? So how do we draw a line between which act is because wanting to succeed due to believing that's all his worth, and which act is from protecting his brothers?

Oh but he still owes Frederick and Lance lots of apologies though. Don't think I can forget what you said to Frederick in the dungeon, Blaine. That chapter broke me. To Lance, well, to be honest I don't exactly know what he should apologize about, but I feel like Blaine still has to? Sorry, I'm not making sense. Maybe apologize due to not talking to Lance and Frederick about his plan?? Oh man someone help me–

Imagine this tho: Blaine apologizing to Lance and Frederick for letting them get hurt by father, but then Isolde came and assured him that what Leland do isn't his fault. Haha I love to analyze this guy's mental health.

I hope he goes to therapy after this is all over. The plaid princes really need a lot of therapy. Actually the whole plaid family need therapy.

Okay say goodbye to my professionalism for awhile.

OABDUANSUAKSBW BLAINE??? PROTECTING FREDERICK?? THIS IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE. LAMBCATTTT THANK YOU LAMBCATTT!!!!

Frederick looks so amazed and I won't blame him cause I WOULD TO. IF I WAS ABOUT TO DIE, And someone suddenly came to save me, then proceed to throw the bad guy and himself out of the window by breaking the window and letting the damn sun rise view come in. I. I would look like that.

Blaine looking at the sunrise and realizing the true meaning of life and contemplating what he has done. I love him so much you got this bro.

Also Blaine turns out to be strong! I remember headcanons of him being the weakest out of the three. I mean that could still happen, but the fact that he carried Leland in which who knows how much he weights, and threw him out of the window. Damn.

But they're still falling though, that's not good. I doubt Blaine will die for that matter. It would be wasteful. He barely had his redemption arc. I'm thinking either he uses Leland to break his fall, or Nell's premonition about the tent save him. But the forest is a little far though... Oh! Or maybe, because the pastel kingdom is full of hills, they would fall and roll down towards the tent! That's a possibility!

SHE'S WEARING RED. I REPEAT, SHE'S WEARING RED!!!! YOOOO I WONDER WHAT SHE DID?? I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER...which is in 20 minutes lmao

That's it for now. See ya next chapter!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts. Please actually tell me your thought on this because I NEED answers and theories. Also psychology analization will actually make me go insanely happy)

[gu6chan]

not to be horny about my own characters but oh my GOD im looking at violetta's design again and looking at alices design again and eirwenwy's and even looking at barnabas' design again and there's something about how taking away conventional "sexy" characteristics where you'd expect them make them even more sexy in a bizarre, alien way like you think about how alice is like "ooooh she's so wild and crazy and looks so cool covered in blood and doing war crimes ahahaha #edgy" except i want it to HIT and NOT be a decoration 😤😤😤 like i wanna show that the weight of the life she's taken isn't just "sexy feral lady covered in blood 🤩 (that we are forgetting belonged to people)" but is literally falling-apart levels of rotting and is being actively eaten alive by and giving birth to countless maggots and tapeworms and hundreds of other parasites that fall out from under her dress wherever she walks, the manifestation of the weight of those lives and how revolting she really is is made more apparent than using nameless blood as a decoration i think

but also i just really love corpses lol

And violetta!!!! not much here she's just,,, alien lmao she doesn't have an ass, her "vagina" is a poked-in barbie doll hole that's been COMPLETELY misplaced on account of her creator being a 6 year old girl having fun, instead of breasts she has two lumps of who-knows-what covered by stretched-over flesh coloured cloth, and instead of a waist she just has a rib cage and a bare spine connecting her top half to her lower. and that is so fucking cool like i DO wanna rip that to shreds!!!!! Snap!!!!!!!!

Eirwenwy is just a whole LIST of abominations given dragons and humans getting together and fornicating (even theoretically, as in this case!!!) is a kind of abomination in itself in the "This was never supposed to happen" vein, the poor thing is like an inbred pug barely able to even breathe like,,, her reproductive/waste organs are stuck to the back of a tail that goes as far up to where they should be, she had two "withered hands" growing out the sides of her waist which were supposed to be wings, her thighs are stilted and her legs/claws are really just heavily deformed feet that prevent her from being able to kneel down like a human and instead require her to go on all fours if (god forbid) she drops something and needs to lean down to get it, and instead of breathing fire, she can only hurl out particularly acidic vomit. she is just straight up not having a good time

And speaking of vomit, Barnabas!!!! He's MUCH less extreme than anyone else bit still worthy of a mention, he's really the image of "poor fragile unfortunate sickly delicate Pure, Holy Boy with skin like ivory and a heart of gold" except instead of sickly as in staggers and coughs a bit his entire ribcage is visible if you take off his shirt and sometimes he just Vomits Everywhere (But particularly on himself, given the whole wheelchair deal) he is not the pitiable sickly/suffering saint he is the image of purity and perfection and he is DYING!!!!!!!

His skin is still like ivory and his heart is still of gold, though 😁👍 he's just very bony. and smells a little like herbs and maybe stomach acid kinda sorta depending on when you catch him 👉👈

Alice and Barnabas share the throwing up randomly trait more than i realised though, lmao Eirwenwy CAN but doesn't involuntarily (alice wins though because she not only throws up stomach acid, but bugs and parasites and what's left of her organs and even barnabas himself too!!!! Lmao)

[giggly-squiggily]

I AM HERE TO SCREAM

first of all, 10/10 i'm legitimately blown away, i never expected to love it as much as i do! i'm always hesitant to read manga with a lot of fighting but everything was really nicely drawn and i didn't lose sight of what was going on so that was cool :D

THE FIGHTS WERE SO GOOD HOLY- esp loved fuchi, gantetsusai, chobei and toma vs ju fa and tao fa (also ju fa and tao fa made me so sad, i wasn't planning on feeling bad for any of the tensen but goddamn 😭😭) and THE FINAL FIGHT WAS SO COOL WHEN SAGIRI BEHEADED GABIMARU AND WHEN GABIMARU HESITATED TO KILL JOFUKU'S REMAINS BECAUSE THEY WERE HUSBAND AND WIFE BUT THEN SHUGEN CAME IN AND JUST SLICED HIM TF UP THAT WAS EPIC-

shugen was such an amazing character i loved him!! like he had so little screentime compared to a lot of the other characters but during that short time span he was given so much depth and ahhhh i'm still in awe of this writing 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷 also hands down my favorite panel which i don't think surprises anyone BUT IT JUST LOOKS METAL AF OKAY

also speaking of shugen THE CHARACTERS OMG I LOVE ALL OF THEM 😭😭😭😭😍😍 (except idk maybe jikka and shija but even they were pretty badass in their own right lol) sagiri is still my favorite but like fuchi?? nurugai?? TOMA?? they're up there ngl, even tho i never thought i'd get attached to toma but i loved his growth and how he sorta grew a spine while staying with the group (him and gantetsusai were so funny together but also so adorable i loved that dynamic) and then when him and chobei attacked ju fa and tao fa SHFBDXJKLNG and yeah anyway he's a close second is what i'm trying to say lmao

and when shion renounced the yamada asaemon titel for nurugai and when nurugai went back for shion and when mei called hoko her father and when mei sacrificed herself and when gantetsusai carried fuchi's body and when chobei defeated the banko and when the ship burned down with shugen's body still lying there and when gabimaru and yui reunited and when *explodes*

ALSO YUZUSAGI CANON ARE YOU KIDDING ME TF YOU MEAN 'BODYGUARD' YUZURIHA JUST SAY IT LIKE IT IS

here's a small compilation of panels that made me snort:

also i'm sorry this panel is really cool but the way gantetsusai carries gabimaru just cracks me up:

also gantetsusai's nicknames for everyone are hysterical (kittymaru had me CRYING) and fuchi calling sagiri sagi when they reunite help my heart 😭😭😭

that was the screaming for now, i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol but anyway, i hope you're having a wonderful day and don't stress yourself at all with the response ♡♡

AHHHH HELL YEAH!!!! I'm late as hell to replying but LETS FREAKING GO HELL'S PARADISE LOVE AHHHH REY! :D AND YES!!!! That's how I felt when I first read the series- I wasn't expecting to be so obsessed with it like that! My heart, my soul- my love; absolute perfection!

(No cause honestly their story made my heart hurt and I didn't want to feel that but here we are I suppose- damn them tensen for making me sad!) WASN'T THAT THE COOLEST?? AHHH GOD I LOVED IT! AND THE HESITATION- it's those small details that really make me love him as a character- Gabimaru. No matter what he went through- he stuck to his guns and his goals. I just- YES!

Rey you're making me question everything I know about that guy- gonna be 10000000% real: I didn't like Shugen when I first read the manga. He just kinda pissed me off and made me wanna slap him, you know? Now I wanna reread the manga where he's introduced cause there's some moments where I really did like him and I feel like I need to give him some fresh eyes, you know? (Also I have this idea for a Fuchi-Shugen fic and I want to reread it for more context) He truly is something else! :D THAT PANEL THOUGH IT'S SO GOOD!

AHHH YAY!!! Sagiri is a true queen- the absolute love of my life. BUT ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE REALLY AMAZING (I completely forgot about Shija- they were strange as hell but I agree they had some cool moments): YES! Toma surprises you like that! He starts off in the "Meh?" category and grows into the "I love you forever" kind! And GOD I LOVED THE BANTER WITH GANTETSUSAI JHERJEHJRJHE it was perfection!

RIGHT ALL OF IT!! IT WAS SO GOOD!!! AND AHH THE CANON CONFIRMATION!!! Rey my little heart exploded when they were confirmed canon AHH! Bodyguard smoddyguard- they were lovers your honor. She even says "I love you Sagi!" like COME ON!

I can't even begin to express how much joy your screaming over this manga brought me, Rey. I love Hell's Paradise so much but understand it's fairly niche- so hearing you love it as much as I do really made my entire soul happy! Thank you for that <3

[notmuchtoconceal]

Jacek was looking at Wally.

Jacek didn't know what to say.

- I don't know what to say.

- Give it a minute, lad. It'll come to ya.

Wally's palm lay flat on the back of Jacek's traps. The tips of his fingers dabbed up his neck in patters which may have been splotches, recalling at once the sensation of lysurgic acid dissolving through its tab, in tandem with the measured weaving of the spider's legs. 

- Honestly, man? I wanna get really high. 

- Nothin you been on in awhile.

- Wanna have a shamanic experience, Wally.  Guess I just … don't know, man. It's like my soul needs to trust again. I just… don't really know, bro. Solutions will not present themselves when I have neither the symptom nor the diagnostic, but simply feel the perterbence resisting. The lack which is unrelenting somewhere deep within, yet diffuse throughout my being. 

- Do you know who you are? You know who you are inside, Brother Jacek?

- I'm Brother Jacek.

- What's that mean to you? What's it mean to be Brother Jacek from Brother Jacek's perspective?

- Bro…

- Come on, lad. You experience yourself a way. Don't be shy.

- Laika is my bro. Broey is my bro. You're my bro.

- You therefore, are bro to Laika, Broey and I.

- Right. Um… Correct.

- Okay. You're starting from an external perspective and we're working our way back from there. Why you think that is?

- Why you think what is?

- Why you think when I ask you to talk about yourself, you tell me bout Laika, Broey and me?

- I watch Laika. 

- You watch Broey and me?

- Watchin you right now. Yeah, Broey too.

- Jacek. What are you thinking?

- That's a question girls ask me. You seem like a girl right now.

- You think my hair is pretty?

- Like how it smacks me when we fuck. Like how your cap flies off. Looks like you do on stage, bro. Fuckin feel the lights on me when we go at it, shit's fuckin smooth and silky.

- When you think of me, in isolation, independent of you, what is it you think about?

- Think about that look on your face. How you always look … not like tired and angry. Sorta... you know. Fed up. Like you got shit to do, and you're gonna do it, but holy fuck are these fuckers gonna make it fuckin rough on you. That's like the main look you have. I'm always kinda weirded out when you're lookin at me, bro, cause you're usually smilin, and I'm like … I don't think I get it? What's Wally doin, I don't know? I, uh… watch you transcribe sometimes, um … when you're not fuckin up the minutes, I'm like holy fuck, no. Bro, stop. Bro, fuck! Yeah, um … 

- Yeah? … Um?

- Feel like a dumbass, bro.

- Gets your rocks off when you look like one. 

- Do I look like one?

- Gettin my rocks off.

- Fuck, bro.

- C'mere.

Wally's palm ground into the knot at the cap of Jacek's spine.

a w r g h

 - Tell me bout you. How you feel, bout yourself, in isolation from your brothers?

- Jacek's not like Brother Jacek.

- In what ways does Jacek differ?

- Jacek don't want friends.

- He not the friendly type?

- The openness of language I feel is its primary duplicity. The poetical quality of the orator or the prose stylist, though invigorating for the contemplation they bring to negative psychic space through careful curation of phrase and aural tone, ultimately splinter individual perception into too fragmentary personal extremes which make direct communication impossible. I feel in my gut and in my heart, and in what prickles my ears and leads my dick, that hard, simple language which locks together like the segments of the spine or the joints of the fingers, communicating known concretes elegantly and sternly, is the highest means of this exquisite art. 

- The quality of friendliness, I suppose, is the capacity to invite as well as to give?

- He hunts. He takes. I feel we need an understanding.

- With the ones you raid and pillage?

- Some understand. Most don't. 

- You are here with us?

- I don't know how to be apart from my brothers. I know there's more to life than this, but I can't imagine what it must be like, or how I would even go. There's only so many things I can do, only so many people who can tolerate what I am. Feel like I was bred for a limited function, and it's my place simply to repeat that function til I break down and get thrown away. Bred for this, and yet with the capacity for so much more, broken into place, a captive to circumstance, having at least the wisdom to know I am chattel, having the luxury of being beaten, while so much more quiet desperation in gilded cages flutters about aimlessly squawking and shitting, thinking it gives bounty to the earth and music to the ears, all circumstance in this world being falsity.

- What keeps you from despair, Brother Jacek?

- That I know love is the only way, and I have sworn myself to the light.

- So what now then?

- Protect ingrates and serve the unreasonable. This is more just than taking control of them and establishing an alternate order based on truth, strength and virtue. It is seeing what has yet to be seen, and making it anew by making it real.

- Why you think that is?

- No idea. I think ingrates should be slaughtered. I don't like it when people spit on me. I don't like the people I love thinking I'm a monster. I'm tired of being feared and reviled. Tired of … always keeping distance. Always treading the same ground. Going at the same pace.

- Why do you do what you do?

- I don't know.

- What do you want, Jacek.

- I want them to suffer. I want them to be slaughtered. I want them to know all I ever wanted was to love them and belong and protect them, and they spat on me and hit me and treated me like garbage. I want them to know they're the real garbage. I want them to sit there and bare it for years, every agonizing gallon of verbal diarrhea, bootings to their faces, bashings of their skulls against walls. Every futility, every confession, every game designed to lose. I want them totally broken til they're at my feet, begging for forgiveness so I can totally and abjectly reject them. I want them to know how weak they are, having once had my love and my service, they craved the tyrant which would ruin them, and this is what I am now, having my way at last. Finally loving them the way they needed to be loved, I want them to know how stupid they are. Everything could have been so much better, but this is what they wanted, all but begged for.

- You can't love people if that's what you really think of em.

- That's not what I thought when I first tried to love em.

- I know. It's not fair. 

- It hurts, Wally. It hurts so much, but it can't. It can't hurt. There's no wound.

- You're all wound.

- I can't move. If I'm not already moving, I can't move.

- Hush, boy. You're here with me now.

- Wally.

- Jacek.

- What do I do when I wanna cry, bro?

- Whatever, it would seem, would lend itself appropriately to the situation, brother.

- You wanna lick em up, bro?

- As pearls out a clam? Each savory drop?

- Look me in the eye, bro. Get close. Lemme smell your breath. Lemme feel your tongue wet against my face, leaving a streak in opposition to what meager libation I pour out.

- Sweet of you. A tribute, for me? 

- You make me so happy sometimes, I wanna give you everything, but I don't feel I have anything worth giving or anything in particular which would be of interest.

- You interest me plenty.

- Having only myself to give, I'll run out not after long.

- Ration well. Savor the flavor, gram always said.

- Just a bump to keep you goin?

- Fill up a cane with sugar.  Two cracks to a step, Yacky. 

[alitgblog]

s11 vol 3 thoughts

rip Zabrina and Kane, suffered two deaths: one by the islanders and one by the litg writers. I don't know if anyone else will miss you but I will bc of the wasted potential.

Also I know I said Vida was hot but if she's just gonna be mean we could've kept Zabrina (also hot even if disproportioned but so are the guys). At least Zabrina is also embarrassing.

also you're telling me Zabrina isn't my rivals to friends character where they're both mean to each other but the competition drives them to be better when she says stuff like this? their mutual hate of Vida should've brought them closer is all I'm saying

Pay to win challenge 🤮

I wish Callum told off Vida in the challenge. Want an LI with a SPINE. also I think this would piss her off and then give her even more reason to try and dump MC's COUPLE since she can't dump an individual islander.

I finally like a dress in the game! Had saved up a bunch of gems before the new season and then did not use them until now for cosmetics at least. In other news the new hairstyles are okay? some of them like the wavy ones seem so chunky and stiff in the front? idk not the worst ig

don't think I said this last week but Jace's fits are so badly tailored but I choose to believe that's a narrative choice like he's supposed to look like he doesn't fit his clothes and is just trying to play the part of sophistication and maturity and he's gonna break Esme's heart

also decided to play a straight MC this season and without that, I kinda am not a big fan of Ruby? Like idk if it's the no wlw route thing or just the writing this season but she just feels like she's always complaining about being in her friend couple or having to fight off Zabrina (which like thank god it's not just MC). But I feel like Bella never complained that much about Lewie/Jamal (tbf they're not as bad as Ren is acting) and Lisbeth actually was so justified in defending MC (ig she is also sorta coded as MC's friend that season though, where here we're closer with Esme). Just interesting to note but like yeah I haaate to agree with these guys

Dates were fun. No distinct personality still coming from Callum but I hardly ever do terrace chats or whatever so I coughed up the 17 gems for that and that was actually a little cute but I shouldn't have to pay 17 gems for that?? also just really annoying you only get to see your LI's personality when they're apart from other people (clearly that's the easiest to code to separate the islanders) but I think a lot of a character is in their actions and how they treat others so it sucks they always have generic dialogue then.

absolutely hate messing with the format once again. like the bombshells coming in are supposed to shake things up so why couple them together? why couple them at all when we can have single islanders around?? if it were up to me (and i was restrained by the rules of keeping these numbers the same), they vote the two least compatible couples and the remaining couples have to come to a consensus on who to send home. Make it that Tunde has too much integrity to let the real couples be at risk, so much to Vida's disappointment, it's Ren/Ruby and Kane/Zabrina. (also gives you a little bit of drama for wlw routes if Ruby is in danger and maybe more reason why she is scared and gonna keep pursuing a straight relationship despite really no rules in love island that she CANT couple with a woman). Zabrina goes home and the second least compatible couple splits. So Vida is partnered with Ren (which still has tension the way she doesn't agree with Tunde because of the reveal she rejected Ren prior) and Tunde with Ruby (which is still a friendship couple so doesn't change things for Ruby but hopefully he's written nicer to her than Ren was since Tunde at this point is still going after MC so he cant be mean yet)

I am the number one and only Zabrina supporter though and if I'm being real, I would've rather Zabrina and Kane cut out the antics because they did have real chemistry before the first recoupling and I want them to have a toxic love story too a la Allegra and Miles/Jasper except Zabrina is constantly chasing other men. Then, Tunde, with all his integrity, decides the least compatible couple is Ruby and Ren and instead of a couple dumping, then they split up and the remaining islanders choose which to vote out. Ren goes home and Ruby stays in the game but single. And in my head if you take her to the tree house it's funny bc it's under the guise of comforting her after Ren went home

Also the tree house option was more expensive for the OG partner than Tunde/Harvey? wasn't gonna do it anyway but that doesn't seem right

fuck the sleepover hideaway (re: my last post about this volume)

[iluffyouxo]

𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 || 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚎

NCT — mark lee x black, female oc

November had quickly rolled into December—though, I was still stuck in a Halloween mood—and all throughout the city were lights and elves and white santa statues galore.

Every store was damn near a blinding declaration of Christmas cheer.

A strong gust of wind zipped past causing a strong shiver to spark up my spine, pulling my coat more against me, as snow glistened and crunched under my boots.

I grumbled and hissed and huffed.

I’m cold, my nose is runny and I haven’t even gone Christmas shopping yet. Christmas was just a week away. And if I have to hear Mariah Carey sing about how much she wants me for Christmas one more damn time, I think I’ll lose it! I just wanted all of this Christmas joy bullshit to be over with as soon as possible.

Call me a grinch but, Christmas and I don’t get along. Not since I was a child.

If I didn’t have to celebrate Christmas for the rest of my life, absolute bliss would be an understatement of the century.

As I continue to grumble about my misfortunes there’s a buzz in my pocket and I quickly fish out my phone. “Hey, Grinch!” A tiny voice cackled in my ear. I roll my eyes and chuckle, “Hey, Nelle, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t lost in wonderland.”

At that statement I realized, in the midst of my self loathing, I forgot to pay attention to where I was going. I began to glance at my surroundings before sighing, I was most certainly…, “…lost. I’m lost in puke land.”

Nelle cackles loudly into the phone. “Soo Yeong, Juni’s lost—again.” As her laughter grows louder, my patience wanes thin.

“I don’t have time for this, I’ll call you later.” Before Nelle had a chance to reply, I quickly hang up, only so she could get a quick taste of my annoyance.

My surroundings are bright and colorful and, in the entrance of some random department store, there’s a robotic black santa waving at me. What the hell? My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I-I dunno how to feel about that.”

In a city like Seoul, South Korea, that was quite a strange, uncertain thing to see.

I shake my head and decide not to think about it. Ever.

However, even minutes later, I can’t help but to think about it. It’s quite laughable, actually, how much that damned santa statue rubbed me the wrong way. Well, no…just surprising, I suppose.

And, in my wandering thoughts, I don’t notice a slick sheet of ice in my path until I’ve stepped on it. My eyes grow wide as my feet give way from under me. “Well, shit. I dunno how to ice skate.”

I brace myself for an impact that I quickly realized never came. Instead I feel a tight grip on both of my arms. I look up to be met with a panicked expression on a rather handsome face. An attractive man rescuing a clumsy woman on a snowy evening? I click my tongue, “How cliché.”

“Uh—what’s cliché?” His voice is rough as he questions me as if he hadn’t spoken all day. Or rather…as if he had just woken up. There was still sleep in his dark eyes.

I shrug. “Being lost in this stupid puke land.” I snicker at my own joke, but I’m only met with a confused look.

“What does that mean?” I chuckle, “It was a joke.” He nods slowly, his gaze confirming understanding, until he’s pondering my words again. “Umm…I still don’t get it.”

I pat his shoulder with a small shake of my head. “It’s not for you to get, my friend. It was more of an inside joke to myself.” I turn on my heel before bending my head back to look at him upside down. “Well, thanks for saving me but, I gotta go.”

As I begin to walk away, my ears twitch at the sound of fast-paced steps behind me in the loud snow. “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”

I turn around to look at him and glare, “And why do you care to know? Are you some sorta pervert?”

His face contorts into a look of disgust. “What the hell? No!” He raises his arms to his chest in the form of an X. “I can guarantee that I’m not a pervert. I’m just kinda…lost.”

I stuff my hands into my coat’s pockets with a shrug. “Can’t help you there, buddy; we’re in the same boat.” His face lights up at that and he drops his hands back down to his sides. “Then, can I come with you?” He gives me a hopeful look.

I look at him for a while before finally giving into his puppy-like gaze. “Alright, fine,” I sigh, “But, if you try anything, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.”

He gulps with a sharp nod of his head before quickly scurrying to my side. “Understood.”

•••

Snowfall. The cold blanket was becoming thicker. And the cute stranger had yet to leave my side.

In fact, he had gotten impossibly closer—to keep warm, he says—as he continued to have a one-sided conversation (every now and then I’d grace him with a bored hum of acknowledgment).

It’s strange, really. I should want to yell at this guy for being too close. But, I found his presence strangely…comforting.

“Oh! Fun fact!” He seemed quite excited over something. “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Snowflakes all have different designs, isn’t that neat? Not one is alike.” I chuckle a bit at that; he was really, rather adorable. “That’s kinda cool.”

It actually wasn’t all that interesting a fact. Of course, I’d already know something about that. But, he seemed really happy at my feigning surprise. Maybe I should start indulging in his conversation?

I like to see him smile.

•••

“This is pretty good.”

“It’s pretty fucking hot,” I grumble.

We had stopped at a late night café in the middle of our aimless wandering. The mugs were huge and filed to the brim and smelled of sweet heaven, and tasted like it, too.

“So, where exactly were you heading off to?”

I look up at him from behind my drink and hum. “I was actually going back to my friend’s apartment, where I’m staying, from an audition I had.”

“An audition?” He repeats, I nod. “Yeah, as a head choreographer. But, it’s pretty hard to be accepted. I’m not surprised, though, this is Korea after all.”

His eyebrows raise at that. “Huh? What d���you mean by that?” I chuckle at him again.

He’s so oblivious. It’s cute.

“I say that because—“ I take a quick sip of my cooling coffee, “—I’m a black woman.”

He looks at me with cut eyes for a while before they grow wide in realization then, he scoffs. “Well, that’s dumb.” I laugh out loud this time, “It is dumb, isn’t it?”

•••

Once the snow had finally come to a stop, we continued our walk to nowhere. And I found myself more at ease with him.

We continued talking and laughing and staring at each other for a beat too long but never acknowledging it.

Though, somewhere along the way, we had taken a break from walking. I just so happened to look up and I, also, found myself under the mistletoe with a stranger.

“Ummm…don’t look up.” He looked up anyways.

It took him quite awhile to register what he was looking at but, once he did, his whole face turned cherry red. “EH!?” Oh, he’s pretty loud.

I huff, “I told you not to look up…, dummy.”

I was about to walk off until I felt a tight grip on my hand and, quicker than I can blink, soft lips met my own before he lets go of my hand and speeds off ahead of me. I stand there frozen, my fingers on my lips. “Oh.”

He kissed me.

•••

Somehow, in some way, I was able to find my way back home. “Hey, Nelle,” I speak into my phone, “I’m outside, make sure to unlock the door.”

I sigh once I hang up and turn to the cutie that never stops smiling. “Are you still lost?” He shakes his head with a shrug. “Nah. I know my way from here.” I nod and begin to open the door to the complex but he grabs my hand again. “Wait—I never got your name.”

I turn to him again. “Juni. My name’s Juni.”

He lets go of me to outstretch his arm, I take it into mine. “I’m Mark, nice to meet you.”

I stare at him for beat (just as I had been doing the entire night) and, before I could truly think about, I take a step forward and return his kiss from earlier. And he kisses back.

“Just pretend there’s a mistletoe above us,” I mumble between kisses.

“Okay,” he manages to giggle out.

It takes a long time for us to finally pull away from each other. I smile at him, “Merry Christmas, Mark.” His flushed face seems to glow in the fairy lights that I still loathed as he grins back. “Merry Christmas, Juni; I’ll see you on New Year’s?”

“Yeah, meet me here. Don’t get lost.” I wink. He lets out a loud laugh. “Okay, I won’t.”

He turns and begins to walk away in the opposite direction in which we came and I watched him for a while before heading inside. I spent a whole snowy evening with a stranger. “How cliché,” I snort.

Nelle and Soo Yeong meet me at the door. “What’s cliché?” I pat Nelle’s shoulder, “Like a hallmark movie.”

“Huh?” Soo Yeong questions. “It’s a joke, my friend.”

“Uh—we don’t get it.” I laugh at that. This is quite uncanny. “You’re not supposed to; it’s more of a joke for me.”

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Stuck

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader

A/N: ✨ Surprise ✨ This fic was inspired by @shinobusupremecy and an Anon she had eons ago that kept getting stuck in random parts of her house. Eli, I know we only just touched base again on this today, but when I started writing it just sorta flowed out like water. Easiest 2,000 words I’ve ever written in my life hands down. Hope everyone enjoys! Word Count: 2,380

Shinobu hummed to herself as she checked every patient on the ward. Working from bed to bed, she looked over each patient, made the proper notes on their charts and moved on to the next one. When she came to the end of the row, her humming abruptly stopped. She looked at the rumpled, empty bed and then down at her chart, then back to the bed, and back to her chart. Someone was definitely supposed to be laying there right now and she was very unhappy to read the name of the missing patient on the top of the chart.

“Kiyo, where is (Y/n)?” She asked.

Kiyo finished giving medicine to a sickly slayer and peered behind Shinobu, a look of concern spread across her face.

“I don’t know Shinobu-sama. She was there last night.”

“Have the others begin a search for her. We can’t have her up and about when she’s already been so heavily injured.”

“Right!”

Shinobu watched Kiyo leave and sighed. She wanted to search too, of course she did, but she had to finish taking care of these other patients first. She went to the other side of the room and began working her way down the row, notably less chipper than before. Just as she finished making the final notes on the condition of her last patient, Naho came bounding in with Sumi not too far behind.

“Shinobu-sama, Shinobu-sama! We found her!” They panted in unison.

“Wonderful,” Shinobu sighed, relieved, “where is she?”

“She’s in Victory! She’s stuck!” They relayed, pulling at Shinobu’s hands with urgency.

“What is she doing up in a tree when she should be resting?” Shinobu wondered aloud, a bit irked.

She let Sumi and Naho drag her outside and couldn’t stop the look of pure disbelief that washed over her face as she watched Aoi climbing Victory’s branches to try to reach out to (Y/n) and bring her back to the ground.

“(Y/n)-san, stop moving. You’ll hurt yourself more!” Aoi commanded as she scooted up the branch (Y/n) was currently on.

Kanao positioned herself between the two of them on the ground, ready to try to catch one of them should the need arise and Kiyo stood behind her unsure of what to do.

“I can do it, Aoi! I’m just trying toooaaaAAAAHHHHH!”

(Y/n)’s leg slipped and she fell against the tree limb, Shinobu swears she heard she spine snap. Aoi tried to grab her before the girl slid the rest of the way out of the tree, but missed. Kanao dove to catch her before she could damage herself further.

“Hey,” (Y/n)’s body twitched in Kanao’s arms, “I’m out of the tree.”

“What were doing up there to begin with!” Shinobu said crossly, kneeling next to them to assess the damage.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t know how I got there.” (Y/n) said. She sounded a little bewildered, but not nearly as concerned as the other butterfly residents believed she should be if that was truly the case.

“Well, you don’t appear to have broken anything that wasn’t already, miraculously.” Shinobu noted. “Kanao, put her back in bed please.”

Kanao nodded and carried (Y/n) away. Aoi climbed out of the tree and made a noise of exasperation. She bowed politely to Shinobu and then went back to her work on the laundry lines with Naho and Sumi. Kiyo looked up at Shinobu, head tilted cutely to the side and asked,

“What do you think that was about, Shinobu-sama?”

“I haven’t a clue. Let’s just hope she’s got it out of her system.”

***

A new dawn, a new day.

Shinobu walked up the row of patient beds, discharging some and making recovery training plans for others. She made it to (Y/n)’s bed and blanched.

Again?

“Aoi, (Y/n)’s missing again. Finish the lap please.” Shinobu asked, handing off the clipboard to Aoi.

“Good luck, Shinobu-sama.” Aoi called to her back as she power walked out of the infirmary. She looked down at the chart and flipped to the next page muttering, “Lord knows she’ll need it.”

Shinobu scoured the halls and found Kanao standing in the middle of the hall, staring blankly at a window. Good, she could use another pair of eyes.

“Kanao, have you seen…” Shinobu petered off once she got a better look at the window, or rather, the pair of stocking feet stuck between the window sill and the window itself that had apparently somehow closed over them.

“Kanao, hold the ankles, I’ll open the window.”

Kanao did as instructed and Shinobu opened the window and peered outside. She was not as surprised as she wanted to be when finding (Y/n) staring back up at her as she dangled upside down.

“Shinobu-san! Oh thank the gods, my head feels like it’s gonna burst from all the blood rushing to it.” (Y/n) groaned.

“Why are you like this?” Shinobu couldn’t believe this. She had always thought (Y/n) had a good head on her shoulders but something was clearly wrong with her. Was it brain damage from her last battle?

“I wish I could tell you, but I seriously have no idea.”

“Kanao, drop her. Gently.”

“Wait, don’t drop me!”

“We certainly aren’t pulling you back through the window. You’ll get splinters,” Shinobu nodded at Kanao, “drop her.”

With a sharp, ‘oof!’ and a groan, (Y/n) was dropped fully onto the engawa. Kanao made sure she hadn’t hit her head too hard, but Shinobu still wanted to examine (Y/n)’s head. She asked Kanao to retrieve (Y/n) from outside and bring her back to the infirmary.

She checked (Y/n)’s pupils and prodded her head and asked her short and long-term related memory questions. Nothing appeared to be wrong with her brain after all her efforts were met with passing results. It almost made her feel worse however, because she still didn’t have an answer for why (Y/n) was behaving so strangely. Shinobu tucked (Y/n) back into bed and looked over her with an eerie smile.

“Stay in bed, (Y/n). I would hate to resort to any extreme measures.”

“I’ll try my best, but like I said. I don’t know how I got stuck in those places. Honest.” (Y/n) replied. She felt bad making Shinobu worry. Hopefully nothing weird would happen tomorrow.

***

Shinobu didn’t bother walking through the row of beds this morning. She could already see that (Y/n) was gone and there would be hell to pay this time. She left the infirmary to Kiyo, Sumi and Naho and tromped down the hall. She scanned every nook and cranny, even enlisting Inosuke who seemed to have nothing better to do than terrorize the Kakushi.

“Beast Breathing: Seventh Form, Spatial Awareness…” Inosuke cackled after a few moments of searching with his superior sense of touch. “Sounds like you’ve got a rat in your walls, Shibuno.”

“Shinobu,” she corrected, though she was more interested in what he meant with that rat comment. “What do you mean?”

Then she watched with barely concealed ire as Inosuke rushed to the end of the hallway and punched a hole through her wall.

“Inosuke…” she smiled darkly. “What have I told you about punching holes into my house?”

Inosuke ignored her in favor of shoving his whole arm in the hole he made and feeling around. When his fingers wrapped around the wrist of the presence he had felt, he belted out a bout of manic laughter and pulled with all his might.

Shinobu’s eye twitched. She didn’t know what to do but simply watch as her wall crumbled away and Inosuke pulled a dusty (Y/n) out of the wreckage, looking very pleased with himself.

“Easy! Give me another fool to hunt down!” He yelled, letting (Y/n) drop to the floor.

“That’s enough of that for the day.” Shinobu pointed at the wall, her hand trembling with anger, “clean that up. Now.”

Inosuke felt a shiver move through his whole body. He knew better than to question Shinobu’s wrath. She was tiny, but more formidable than any beast he had conquered in the mountains. He started fitting pieces of wall together like a puzzle while Shinobu dragged (Y/n) up to her feet. She didn’t even say anything, she just pulled (Y/n) along while the girl tried to distill the tension brewing.

“Shinobu-san, please, I really don’t know how I got in the walls. I’ve been trying to get out for hours.”

Shinobu still did not speak. She pushed (Y/n) into her hospital cot and tightly tucked her in. Then Shinobu left the room faster than a flash of lightning. (Y/n) thought that would be the end of it, but just as quickly as she had vanished, Shinobu reappeared. In her hands was a sizable length of rope.

“Wh… what are you doing with that?”

“Something I should have done days ago.” Shinobu replied.

She made quick work with the rope and tied (Y/n) tightly to the mattress. When she was done she dusted off her hands and admired her handy work. If (Y/n) managed to get out of bed after this, she’d eat her own butterfly hairpin.

She left the infirmary confident she would see (Y/n) just where she left her in the morning. Unfortunately, that was not to be…

***

Shinobu was ready to pull her her hair out. She couldn’t believe it! Not only was (Y/n) gone, but the mattress she had been tied to was missing as well. Luckily, she didn’t have to go far before Aoi came marching up to her looking every bit as annoyed as Shinobu felt.

“She’s in the koi pond.” Aoi informed with no preamble. “Kanao is fishing her out.”

“She is testing me in ways I never thought possible.” Shinobu rubbed at her forehead. “Thank you, Aoi. I’ll head there now.”

Shinobu went outside and saw Kanao wading through the water, pushing the mattress (Y/n) was set adrift on to shore. Shinobu waited at the shore, hands on her hips, foot tapping impatiently. (Y/n) drifted in head first, smiling nervously at Shinobu who was staring her down at her with the force of all the Earth’s gravity concentrated into one spot.

“Shinobu-san—“

“Save it.”

Once it was time for bed, Shinobu took (Y/n) to her room and presented her a fresh futon next to her own. If (Y/n) was going to insist on being difficult, Shinobu decided she just needed to keep a better eye on her.

“I don’t mean to be a bother to you Shinobu-san. I don’t know why I keep getting in these situations.”

“Just go to sleep.” Shinobu sighed and turned her back to her. She didn’t mean to be cold to her, but she was tired and frustrated. All she wanted was for (Y/n) to rest and heal her injuries. She couldn’t very well do that if she kept putting herself in strenuous situations.

“…Goodnight, Shinobu-san.” (Y/n) shyly called in the darkness.

“Goodnight, (Y/n). Sleep well.” Shinobu replied, her voice much kinder.

***

Shinobu awoke in the middle of the night to a rustling sound. Groggily, she pushed herself up on her forearms and saw (Y/n) standing in the middle of the room with her back to her.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Shinobu asked, her voice a bit grumbly from her snoozing.

(Y/n) did not answer her, but she did start walking away. Her gait was a little stumbly and she swayed heavily from side to side.

“(Y/n),” Shinobu tried again, sitting up, “where are you going?”

No answer again. (Y/n) smacked into the wall by the door and with a limp arm she slid the door open and walked out. That was the last straw for Shinobu and she got to her feet.

“(Y/n)!” She hissed again. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and stepped in front of (Y/n)’s path to stop her from going further. That was when she saw the vacant look in (Y/n)’s eyes. She was staring right through her. It was like she didn’t even know she was there.

“(Y/n), can you hear me?” Shinobu asked, waving her hand in front of her face.

(Y/n) didn’t even flinch. Shinobu couldn’t believe it. She had never seen someone actually sleepwalk before. It was kind of spooky.

“Hey, let’s go back to my room, okay? Who knows where you’ll end up otherwise.” She coaxed gently. She didn’t really know how to deal with a sleepwalker, but she would do her best. She corralled (Y/n) back into the direction of her room and relaxed when she was able to softly prod her into the room. She closed the door and watched (Y/n) circle around the perimeter of the room for a minute.

Then (Y/n) stopped by her bookshelf, sat down and started pulling out books from the bottom shelf.

“I’m going to make you clean that up tomorrow.” Shinobu said even though she was sure she wasn’t being heard.

She watched with amusement as (Y/n) emptied the shelf and stuck her arms and head inside before fully laying down. When she settled, Shinobu covered the rest of her with her blanket. Then she went back to her futon and fell asleep.

***

Thunk

“Ow!”

Shinobu shot awake but quickly settled. It was just (Y/n) discovering the consequences of her sleepwalking.

“Good morning.” She greeted with a stretch.

“Morning…” (Y/n) yawned. “How did I get there?”

“You’re a sleepwalker (Y/n). That’s why you keep ending up in weird places.”

“Really?” She gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that problem before!”

“Hmm… you know, now that I think about it. I believe that one of the side affects of the medication I have you on is sleepwalking in rare cases. I’ve never seen it happen personally before now, so I guess it didn’t cross my mind.” Shinobu frowned. “I’m sorry for being cross with you, (Y/n). I only wanted you to be safe.”

“I know, don’t worry. I’m sorry I made things difficult for you and the others. Even if I didn’t really have control over it... Aoi gave me a really mean look yesterday.”

“Come on, let’s get breakfast and see if I can’t get you on a different medication. Then we can tell everyone what’s been going on with you for the last couple days.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” (Y/n) nodded, rubbing at the bump that had began to form on the back of her head.

[gingersnaaps]

tetraphobia

maybe seijoh's revenge doesn't always have to be on the court. maybe seijoh's revenge can come in the form of fucking kageyama's sweet little girlfriend.

wc: 3.3k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, gangbang, mindbreak, victim blaming/guilt, forced infidelity, hints of sadism, anal, double penetration, deepthroat, cunnilingus, sorta overstim? idk this is very nasty, fem!reader with inner genitals, timeskip!characters

a/n: this is for @somecravings' gangbang collab! this work features the seijoh four.

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

“I wonder where Tobio-chan found himself such a cute girlfriend.”

The words freeze you in your tracks.

A tall, well-built, man leans against the wall of the hotel hallway, the cramped space making him loom large in front of you. You think he’s a stranger at first - but a closer look at the waves of his chestnut hair, his molten hazel eyes - and memories of the pictures Tobio had shown you flood back into your mind.

Oikawa Tooru, he’d told you. Teammates at Kitagawa Daiichi, and then rivals at Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. I took away his last chance to make it to nationals in high school. Now he’s on Argentina’s national team. Looked up to him a lot, but we had a… strained relationship.

His eyes flicker back to the faded yearbook photos, an unmistakable note of bitterness in his voice.

The very same Oikawa Tooru from his pictures stands in the hallway leading to your hotel room, arms crossed and eyes glittering with amusement.

Almost as if he’d been waiting there for you.

“He’s out celebrating his win, isn’t he?” he says, cocking his head to one side. “Along with the rest of his team.”

He steps closer, walking towards you until he’s mere feet away. You can see where the hem of his blue jersey peeks out from beneath his jacket, the white of his teeth glinting as he grins. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, and you suppress the sudden surge of discomfort that crawls beneath your skin.

Your eyes flit back and forth, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes,” he says, his hand reaching out to stroke gently along your cheek. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, sweetheart.”

Panic seizes you when his cold, calloused, fingertips brush lightly along your skin, your heart thudding as discomfort rips through your body. You don’t know what his intentions are, but his words scare you. There’s nothing genuine about his tone, nothing kind, and years of too-close encounters with men have left you wary and alert. His touch is invasive, contemptuous, mocking, and you jerk away from his hand in an attempt to backpedal-

Warm hands clamp down around your shoulders in an iron grip. Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve got nowhere to go, dread seeping into every vein in your body.

“I’m a little late. Sorry.”

The voice at your ear is a low rasp, his tone nonchalant, but you can hear the message that undercuts it as clear as day: you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t worry about it, Iwa,” Oikawa says, fingers curling around your chin, tilting your face up forcefully until you’re staring directly into his eyes. “You got here just in time to help me out. She looked like she was about to run away for a while there. Can you imagine?”

The man behind you - Iwaizumi Hajime, you recall - chuckles. “Wouldn’t get very far.”

Your blood runs cold at the implication of his words. Your stomach churns, an awful, nauseous feeling that makes you feel sick, shoulders tensing as you struggle against Iwaizumi’s hold.

“Hey,” he warns quietly. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

His words almost make you want to laugh; he says them like he’s trying to help you, like he genuinely cares about your well-being. You remember the late-night talks you and Kageyama would have, the ones where he’d describe his days spent in middle school, secluded and walled off from the other players on his team. There was always one name he spoke with a particular reverence: Iwaizumi Hajime. Tough. Strong. Kind. A good man, he’d emphasized. I’m glad he was there during those years.

Well, this certainly was a reality check, wasn't it?

He removes his hands from your shoulders and wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side, as if a reminder of you how powerless you are in this position. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s go.”

“It’d be rude to keep Makki and Mattsun waiting any longer."

Oikawa slides his fingers into yours until the two of you are holding hands, humming happily as Iwaizumi escorts you down the hall towards your own hotel room. It takes every last ounce of self-control to stop yourself from crying and screaming on the spot, to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over, to save yourself the embarrassment of breaking down pathetically as these people - these assholes - watch.

You get the feeling that they’re not going to leave you alone out of pity.

They escort you to your hotel room, passing by rows and rows of rooms that blur as your vision tunnels. Their presence is suffocating; Oikawa’s fingers brush against your wrist, rubbing tender circles into your skin, and you can feel Iwaizumi's warm breath on the crown of your head.

Oikawa grabs the key card from your purse, sliding it into the scanner, and pushes the door open when it lights up green.

Your heart stills with fear as they drag you inside, flicking the light switch open until the room glows softly.

There’s two more people sitting in the bed.

A tall, lanky man waves in acknowledgement, nudging his companion in the side as his eyes flicker appraisingly over you.

The other man looks up, tossing his phone aside, blowing aside a stray strand of strawberry-pink hair.

“Hmm. I hate to say this, but Oikawa was right,” he says, a wry grin on his face. “What a pretty girl.”

You feel so vulnerable with four pairs of eyes roaming over every inch of your body, your mind running rampant with fear and anticipation as they admire and scrutinize. And you’d be right to be scared, because there’s so much they can’t wait to do, so much of you they’ve been dying to explore, so many of their little fantasies that they’ve been waiting for the right girl to help them act out.

You’ll help them out, won’t you?

Without warning, there’s a pair of hands on your waist insistently pushing you downwards, applying steady pressure until your legs collapse and you’re forced to your knees.

“So impatient, Iwa.” Oikawa clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You won’t even let her get settled in?”

There‘s a huff of annoyance above you. “The more you talk, the less I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Alright, alright.”

Oikawa slides a hand onto the back of your neck, the other moving to grip your hair. His touch is gentle, fingers stroking along your pulse point, but you know it won’t last if you misbehave. You have no illusions about the kind of person he is, not when his hands maneuver your mouth and throat into nothing more than a warm fleshlight for his friend.

Iwaizumi palms himself in front of your face, hands skimming over the bulge in his jeans as he groans in pleasure, and pulls out his half hard cock, veins throbbing and flushed with arousal. Cupping your face in his hand, he fits the tip to your soft lips and tilts your chin upwards to meet his piercing, lust-filled eyes, his gaze swirling with want.

“Open up for me like a good girl, okay?” he growls.

You can’t help the way your cunt pulses at his tone, an intoxicating rush of fear and desire that leaves your mind hazy and mouth dropping open. He doesn’t waste the opportunity, pushing his cock into your warm, wet, mouth, a moan falling from his lips as he thrusts his hips forwards. You retch at the intrusion, instinctively jerking your head backwards, but Oikawa’s grip on your neck tightens as he holds you in place. He crouches down, lips finding your ear as Iwaizumi starts sliding in and out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “If you take it like you’re supposed to, he won’t last too long.”

At those words, his hands push your head forward, impaling your throat on his cock, holding you down as you choke and drool and retch. Your eyes redden as silvery tears drip through your lashes, panic rising, vision turning to static, the pain in your lungs growing unbearable as Oikawa’s smile turns razor sharp. “Atta girl,” he encourages softly, his thumb wiping away one of the tears running down your cheek. “I think he’s gonna cum soon if you keep this up.”

If you keep this up. As if you have a choice.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts grow more erratic, fucking you rougher and faster as he slams in and out of your throat. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Got such a - such a perfect little mouth, taking me so well,” he says, breath catching.

Just like Oikawa had predicted, he doesn’t last much longer after that, hips stuttering when he spills down your waiting throat. He tastes warm and slightly salty, the last few drops of his cum dripping down your chin as he presses a thumb to your lips and wipes away the drool collecting at the corner.

There’s a horrible, sinking, feeling settling inside you as he grabs the collar of your shirt and hoists you up with him onto the bed, your limbs going limp as you let him press an open-mouthed kiss to your trembling lips, his tongue slipping inside of your slack mouth.

You feel used.

Up close to Iwaizumi, you can see the flush of arousal coloring his bronzed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, all the physical evidence of just how good you made him feel, and your stomach churns.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel fingers softly stroking at your clit, light, teasing strokes back and forth that leave you whimpering. A twinge of arousal pulses in your cunt as you hear words murmured against your inner thigh.

“Didn’t even try to fight back, did you?” There’s a gentle laugh from the pink-haired man beneath you, soft and terrifying, and the light brushes turn into more insistent circles. “It’s almost like you wanted it.”

Iwaizumi’s tongue curls deeper into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I had no idea you’d turn out to be such a slut,” he hums, mouth latching onto your thigh. “Although I’m really not complaining.”

“C’mon, Makki, don’t be so mean to her,” Iwaizumi chuckles, his teeth scraping roughly against your lips.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

The fingers circling your pussy creep upwards, grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down against the mattress. “Keep those legs spread nice and open for me, okay?” Makki says, voice sweet and cloying.

When the flat of his tongue brushes against your clit, his breath huffing warm on your folds, your thighs twitch involuntarily. It’s as if he’s made it his mission to eat you out as slow and light as possible, his kitten-licks and teasing strokes sliding along your folds and circling around your sweet spots without ever truly giving you the satisfaction that your cunt craves.

And he can tell you’re starting to break.

As Iwaizumi’s mouth moves down to suck at your neck, lips brushing along the erratic heartbeat of your pulse point, your hips jerk upwards against Makki’s waiting mouth as a moan slips out from between your lips.

He sucks at your aching clit, the steady, constant pressure making you writhe in his grasp. “Cute little cunt wants more, doesn’t i?” he coos.

You don’t dare say a word, face flushed with embarrassment as you bite your inner cheek in embarrassment. Makki’s right.

He’s right, and you hate that he’s right, hate how good he’s making you feel with every long, languid, lick, with every brush of his lips that leaves your walls throbbing in search of more.

A hand picks up your limp wrist, guiding your fingers until they wrap around something warm and hard, something incredibly thick and so, so, long -

You freeze as you realize it’s a cock.

“Mattsun’s blessed, isn’t he?” Makki laughs from between your thighs. “Maybe now you’ll understand that I’m really trying to do you a favor. We want these sheets stained with cum, not blood.”

You swallow nervously. That monster cock, so big you can barely fit your hand around it, is going inside you.

You’re paralyzed with dread, not even bothering to fight back as he maneuvers your palm up and down along his length, wrapping his much larger hand around yours as he uses your fist to help jerk him off.

All the revulsion in the world can’t stop the slow, mounting, wave of pressure building inside your core, growing stronger as Makki sucks with more force against your clit. Crooked fingers push inside your slick, needy, hole, his nimble digits searching and prodding, the pads of his fingertips rubbing insistently at your g-spot.

“See?” he murmurs. “‘m making you feel so good. You’re gonna be nice and ready when I’m done with you.”

You want to scream. You feel like a whore for enjoying anything at all; bile and guilt rising in your throat as white-hot arousal throbs in your cunt.

You’re strung out along the edge when you feel another mouth descending on your body, a tongue flicking out to tease at your nipple. You see a flash of chestnut brown hair as Oikawa looks up at you, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth, almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows where your limits are and how to push right past them.

It’s too much for you to handle, too much for you to take. Three mouths ravage your body, tongues flicking out to lick at your neck and suck at your nipples and drag along your clit, silky and sensual against your soft skin, all while your slack hand pumps steadily along the shaft of a huge cock.

When an orgasm rips through your body, it’s like something stolen, something taken from you, and as your hips buck and thrash wildly, an emptiness settles in your stomach after you’re all fucked out from their ministrations.

What’s wrong with you?

At this point, you don’t feel like much more than a sex doll for the four men, all spread out and useless as you lay your head in Iwaizumi’s lap. He strokes gently at your hair, brushing a stray strand out of your face.

You barely even react as Mattsun manhandles you up, large hands positioning your hips until the head of his fully hard cock sits at your entrance, sliding just the tip into your loosened, clenching, hole.

“Ready?” he asks, his half-lidded eyes glinting with amusement.

He doesn’t really care about your answer.

“One… two… three.”

He forces you down on his cock, pushing your hips further and further down as you squirm and struggle and moan from the stretch. Your mind goes foggy as you feel the drag of his cock against the front of your walls, burying itself so deep in your cunt you can almost feel it in your stomach.

Mattsun likes it when his dick makes girls feel good, of course, when he fucks them better than their boyfriends, when he makes them cream and gush after barely moving.

He likes it better when he makes girls go stupid.

As he looks down at you, a warm rush of arousal twists in his gut. Your eyelids flutter in pleasure, mouth open and panting, small hands fisting at his shirt as you moan softly. It’s just too big for you to take, isn’t it? You can't handle being used like a pretty fuckdoll, or eaten out until you cream, or to be impaled on a cock so nice and big you can barely think straight. A string of drool falls from the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t bother cleaning it up. You look better ruined, he thinks.

You’re dragged out of your fucked-out daze when a voice crawls into your ear, taunting and cruel, and a warm dick presses and slides along your ass.

“Bet Kageyama’s never tried this before,” Oikawa says.

A spurt of terror grips you as you hear the thinly-veiled anticipation in his voice, his fingers trembling with excitement as they grope at your ass.

He holds back a laugh at the way you freeze, shuddering in a mixture of fear and pleasure as Mattsun rolls his hips up and thrusts his cock even deeper. He knows he guessed right, judging from your cute little reaction, a high-pitched, pathetic whimper dropping from your lips as brushes his cock against your hole.

He hopes it hurts.

When he presses in, it’s a slow, aching, stretch that leaves you feeling raw and split wide open. Unlike the dull pain from Mattsun’s cock, this one is a searing, brutal, torment, a stinging intrusion in your tight hole that forces a choked gasp from your lungs.

“Wish your boyfriend could see us right now,” he breathes, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. “Feels so good squeezing my cock, so fucking nice and tight.”

Tobio.

Panic races along your veins. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts bouncing slightly as your breaths come shallow and rapid.

“I can’t imagine how he’d feel - seeing his perfect little angel getting stuffed so full in both her precious holes.”

The tightness in your chest bursts as tears stream down your face, cries and moans coming out thick and stuffy as you sob. You know he’s right. It didn’t matter that it was forced, that you said you didn’t want it - you already came once, didn’t you? And judging by the tense pleasure pulsing at your clit, you were due for another sooner or later.

Oikawa laughs. “It’d be awful if he came back right now, wouldn’t it? Just in time to watch his precious little girlfriend getting raped by his former senpai.”

Mattsun snickers, bring a hand up to swipe at your clit. “Look,” he says softly, tilting your head until you lock eyes with Makki.

He’s fisting his cock rapidly, a hungry, predatory, expression on his face, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he lets out a pleasured groan.

It’s better than almost any of his gross little fantasies. He’s not sure his favorite porn videos will ever be able to compare to the sight of you being fucked stupid and split in two by his friends, two cocks sliding in and out of your tired holes as you cry.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the first waves of the orgasm begin to roll over you. Mattsun’s deft, long, fingers toy with your clit, stroking you insistently through the wild jerking of your hips as he feels your walls fluttering and creaming around the base of his dick. The pleasure is intense, unbearable, almost impossible to hold back, even as disgust crawls beneath your skin at the feeling of being stretched wide open.

Maybe they were right.

All those times you’d thought about what you’d do if this happened, every single night when you’d lie awake and tell yourself, i’ll fight back. i’ll resist. i’ll make them regret ever forcing me -

They were all lies.

Oikawa feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he watches the turmoil in your expression. He can tell by the slump of your shoulders, the bitterness in your gaze, the way you turn over to your side and curl up into a fetal position - they broke you, turned you into a mindless, slutty, fuckdoll, showed you who you really were.

Kageyama can have you back now. He’ll come into this hotel room, horrified at the sight of you passed out and naked, and call the police. Maybe he’ll help wash you up, bring you a cup of tea as you sob and insist that it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he’ll even believe you, despite the way you’ve stained the sheets.

But things won’t ever really be the same for you.

They made sure of it.

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[shotorozu]

you like their hands

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, monoma neito (2/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk left unmentioned

post type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice] not even nsfw

note(s) : i was gonna put denki in this but i had a hard time thinking about what kinda hands he’d have, so i’m putting him in the next post

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shinsou hitoshi

his hands are big, and his fingers are quite thick.

really likes wearing rings and bracelets, but he usually doesn’t wear them when he’s working (i’d say that bc wearing jewelry while doing physical activity HURTS)

regarding texture, his hands were initially soft— but due to transferring in the hero course, they roughened up over time

he’ll use hand cream if you want, but he doesn’t go the extra mile. and his nails are trimmed at all times. painting his nails a black color would be great once in a while.

lol i forgot to mention nails in the last post

he notices right away that you like his hands when he catches you staring at them when he’s cracking his knuckles

like.. people have said that his hands are nice, but he doesn’t really say much about them bc they’re not you

scenario

a crack sound is briefly heard in the rather silent room. the scrolling on your phone halts, and your eyes follow the sound of the crack.

ah, he’s cracking his knuckles. you think to yourself, and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure on a knuckle. who knew that his rather— large hand would look appealing, even while cracking his knuckles.

you snap out of your observation, but instead of just simply going back to whatever you were doing, you’re met with lilac eyes. “you were staring again.”

your cheeks heat up, and you opt to just turn your head to the opposite direction. “sorry,” you apologize. however— that’s not what hitoshi was looking for apparantly.

“if you like my hands alot,” he scoots next to you, hands sliding up and down your arms— his firm grip practically making the pre existing butterflies in your stomach act up again. “then you should’ve said so, kitty.”

is he conscious of his actions? hm. you could say that

he’ll purposely play with his capture tool right in front of you— the material wrapping around his hand. and he can only laugh when you immediately get absorbed into it

the back of his hand will brush against your cheek. then, when he comes in to kiss you, he’ll cup your cheek— kissing you with his other hand resting at your nape

under the table, his hand will start to slide against yours, interlocking hands with you. he’ll act like nothing is happening, but on the inside— he’s taking in your reaction

a little spicy, but when he wants you to look at him— he’ll do that thing where his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as it almost dips right into your mouth

if he feels a little extra, his hand will also be tugging on your hair (if you’re fine with that. otherwise, he’s sticking to the one above)

oh and he also does that thing where he rests his hand on your neck, thick fingers squeezing your throat lightly.

overall— THIS MAN omg, he’ll entertain your interest in his hand nicely, just for you. and every single thing he does is memorable

kirishima eijirou

his hands are quite normal regarding size, they are almost always veiny, a lot more than bakugou’s actually. i think at some point he was concerned about them

his hands are rather flushed in color, but that’s because of his quirk. his fingers have a few tiny scars here and there,

he occasionally has pen marks on his wrists due to bad penmanship, and his nails.. don’t look the best, but they’re not the worst it’s bc of his quirk

the palms of his hands are ridden with callouses. but he wears them with pride because it’s the pure evidence of his hard work with his training.

but he starts to get worried about them when he goes to hold your hand.

you always had a thing for kirishima’s hands, but you just never had the chance to tell him that. i guess asking you did it for him

scenario

did you even realize how hard you were staring at his hands right now? it happened every single time he enlaced his arms around you, his hands resting at the sides of your arms

at first, he thought it might’ve been because his hands are too rough, or you might’ve been in discomfort— because maybe, just maybe, he accidentally activated his quirk?

the fact that he can’t exactly tell what it is worried him, maybe he should just ask you.

but his worry washed off when you told him upfront that you ‘liked his hands’

“wait so.. you’re staring at my hands because you like them?” kirishima wants to confirm your words, and— so casually, by the way— nod in agreement.

tracing the veins on his hands, you elaborate “your hands are really nice, i can tell how hard you must’ve worked.” pressing your smaller hand against his, you smile.

eijirou takes a moment to process it, but it’s surprisingly quick. “oh t-thanks!” he sheepishly took the compliment, a small blush sporting on his cheeks. “i’m glad it wasn’t because you thought they were weird.”

kirishima unintentionally feeds your interest with his hands. like sometimes.. he’s just not aware of it, but yes— he is feeding your interest well

will always make you compare hand sizes with him, chuckling softly at the dazed look on your face when your palms touch

if you allow him, he’ll fix your hair for you. doesn’t matter what hair type you have, he’ll do LOTS of research to know how to style it

those hands are magical

if you get a papercut, or a wound from cooking— he’ll patch you up, then he’ll press a kiss on the bandaid.

he’ll do this thing where he’ll squeeze your sides when you pull in for a hug. but if you’re not okay with that, he’ll opt to just rubbing your back with his hand— rocking you softly as he hugs you

a little spicy, but his hands do wander a lot. you might need to even hold them in place to make sure they don’t go too wild

in addition to that, he’ll just SLIGHTLY, activate his quirk to make sure you’re conscious of his touch. his finger tips gliding against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

but of course, he’s careful. he doesn’t activate it to the point it causes scratch marks, nor will his actions draw blood. he doesn’t wanna do that

in short— kirishima’s a little clueless at first. he wouldn’t really tease you in public, but he’s surprisingly attentive to your interest.

monoma neito

his hands are on the tipping edge of slightly above average. he doesn’t have a lot of veins on his hands, but they do pop out depending on what quirk he’s using

monoma’s hands are pretty spotless of any scars (from cuts, abrasions, etc.) because he gets REALLY annoyed with wounds pretty easily

to the point he’d want to attend to the wound immediately, he doesn’t let them sit— it’s just a personal preference

his nails are at the perfect length. not too long and not too short to the point it hurts, you don’t know how he does it.

wears watches on his wrists, and not the digital type— he sorta acts like he can read it easily, but it takes him a few seconds to even get to know the time

you know this because kendo snitched on him and told you LOL

you secretly hate yourself for this, but you really like his hands because of how he takes care of them. you’d never tell monoma even though you’re dating him

scenario

you’re unsure of yourself on how your boyfriend— monoma, found out about your fascination with his hands. it was supposed to be a secret for the rest of your life, and you only remember talking about it once out loud

which you assumed was a close call, considering that you thought he didn’t hear it at all— but he did.

“so i heard you like my hands, huh Y/N?” monoma’s teasing tone does not aid the situation. your cheeks heat up with embarassment, and you can’t get yourself to answer his question— without sounding like a fool anyway.

you fake annoyance, “where’d that come from?” you ask, and monoma doesn’t seem to want to switch the topic

“i’m asking you a question, dear Y/N— i heard you like my hands,” his tone would’ve sounded condescending to any other person, but you can tell that he’s either genuinely curious

or just teasing you, because that’s how he is.

to aid his question, he brushes his fingers along your neck— near your pulse. you jolt, stunned by the sudden action— heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“see,” monoma presses his hand against your chest, where your heart is palpitating, grinning in a way that’s teasing you “it’s true, isn’t it? sweet Y/N has a thing for my hands, hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows, and flick his forehead— and he hisses in reaction, “fine then, i do like your hands.” you finally give in, admitting final defeat.

ever since then, you haven’t heard the end of it

definitely that person that’ll just randomly bring it up to you, no matter what hour of the day it is.

“oh Y/N, you were totally fawning over my hands earlier—”

“i will castrate you.”

you know he means well most of the time, but sometimes he just loves teasing the heck out of you.

but that doesn’t mean he neglects your obvious interest in his hands.

he’ll compliment you, he’s a snarky person in general— but to you, he’s totally smooth with it.

slides his hand from your forearm to your hands, only to bring them up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your hand

squeezes your hand everytime he sees you, it’s kind of a nonverbal greeting at this point

similar to kirishima, he likes comparing hand sizes— teasing you about the size difference (even if it’s not even a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance.)

does this thing where he rubs his thumb against his palm. does it a lot when he’s concentrated about something, or just out of the blue

a little spicy, but he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. if that makes sense

he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

he wants to know, because as soon as you’re done with your spewl, he’ll do exactly what you like, teasing you while he’s at it. and so he can start incorporating those habits whenever he’s around you.

totally someone that’ll make you suck on those fingers. oh, but he’ll purposely get some dessert on them— asking you to suck them off

“good grief, i got some dessert on my fingers again. Y/N, come suck them off”

sometimes he’s serious, sometimes he’s just teasing.

overall— it’s pretty adventurous. he starts to act on it as soon as the revelation is revealed to him.

but i’d say he does just fine.

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

[obsessivelyloved]

Paul's a menace lmao. Here's the masterlist if you want to read more of this au or catch up.

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Abby can’t help but stare in disbelief at the sight before her. Pat and Paul were both out of storage, tidying up the daycare. Well, Paul was. Pat was sitting at a table making comments.

How in the hell….

“Ah! We were wondering when someone was going to show up,” Pat chirps, clasping his hands. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Pat.”

“Paul,” is all Abby gets from Paul. He barely looks at her, still straightening up blocks and moving carpet mats back into place.

She says nothing. For a moment, all she can do is stare. This shouldn’t be possible.

She wasn’t working here when these two were properly working, but she knows of them. They were a horror story among maintenance. Henry, who was used to be her partner until he finally quit, had scars from where Paul lashed out at him. No matter who tried to fix Pat or Paul, they always attacked. Always tried their damndest to gauge out the maintenance person’s eyes out or break their arm or something harmful.

Pat’s smile grows strained. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he says and moves his hands around. “Are you deaf?” he asks, still moving his hands.

Ah, sign language.

“No,” she says curtly. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Parts and Service.”

Paul straightens up and turns to look at her. Fear crawls up her spine as he stares at her. She tensed, ready to run if she needed to.

On the clock, it was an unspoken acknowledgment that these two were dangerous. Paul, especially. He was built and designed to be a sorta security guard for kids. He was given the most advanced database to memorize who dropped off which kid, to make sure no child was kidnapped. He was also given the strength to, in management’s words, “stop intruders and threats.”

In other words, he was strong enough to easily snap someone in half.

Okay, that last part was an exaggeration but Paul was strong. If he wanted to hurt someone he very easily could. Again, Henry had quite a few scars to prove it. And she was told that another man had quit because of how badly Paul broke his arm.

“Do you need something, Abigail?” Paul asks dryly. “Shouldn’t you be working on Matt?”

And he just proved to Abby that his systems were fully updated and connected to everything. Great. Just great. The last thing she or her coworkers needed was for Paul to have access to the security systems.

“I came to check on Tord and Red. Matt’s been fixed already.”

Paul seems to relax a little.

“The Boss is fine. They have no injuries that need to be looked at. However, Pat and I need to be fixed.” He gestured towards Pat. “I can carry him down to….” He pauses and frowns. “I’m afraid I don’t know where the maintenance area has been moved to. You’ll have to lead the way.”

Fear mixes with nausea. Abby would rather not have her back turned towards either of them. She could taze Paul if needed, but even though Pat couldn’t stand on his own, he was quick enough to grab at her.

“I-I need a moment to inform my coworkers. I’ll be back.” She turns to go back through the doors but Paul is at her side in an instant.

He grabs her arm and her breathing quickens. But he only unclips her walkie from her belt and steps back.

“This is Paul speaking. Pat and I are in need of maintenance and Abby seems hesitant to take us. We will be fixed or I’ll find the area myself and take matters into my own hands.”

The walkie blows up immediately.

“PAUL BUDDY!” someone shouts, the static echoing through the room. The rest of their sentence is overrun with similar “Paul!?”s and nothing else. No coherent sentence leaves the walkie and Abby wants to laugh. She really wants to but she’s still afraid.

Pat laughs.

“Looks like you were very missed!”

“Everyone needs to shut up and give me an answer,” Paul grumbles. He holds the button down and says, “Everyone except Jon shut up and give me an answer. Where is the maintenance area?”

“It’s the elevator near the main stage,” a man helpfully informs Paul. “I’m not too familiar with the area but I’m pretty sure it’s there.”

“Jon what is wrong with you! He’s wrong by the way, don’t go there Paul!”

And that was Eduardo. Ah poor man. Down in maintenance by himself today. Well, Abby was going to be joining him soon to make sure he didn’t get murdered alone.

Paul nodded, satisfied. “Thanks Jon. See you soon Eduardo. I will be arriving with Pat. He needs to be fixed first.” He clips the walkie to his pants and walks over to Pat.

Abby watches as Pat climbs onto Paul’s back and holds on.

“It’s your choice if you decide to come with us,” Paul informs her. “I’m heading there whether you want me to or not.”

Yeah man whatever you want. No way in hell is she going to try and stop you. She likes not having a broken arm.

“Um. I think I’ll meet you there. Have something else to check on,” she quickly says.

Paul grunts and leaves Abby alone in the daycare, walkieless.

She takes one long look at the clean, not in shambles, daycare and decides that it’s fine. Whatever storm went through the other areas didn’t touch here so there was no need for her to fix anything. If only the same could be said for other parts of the Pizzaplex. Matt’s raceway just wasn’t ever going to be finished.

Abby spun on her heel and left. If she wasn’t there before Paul and Pat, Eduardo was going to do something stupid. Probably.

She sighed. If only this job didn’t pay so well. Oh well, at least she gets to see the legendary Paul himself and see if the stories were true. Henry was an asshole so honestly, his scars could have been from something else.

The fear didn’t leave though.

[reawritesthings]

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it." / "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." / "Go with me?" "Only if you hold my hand." whichever gives you the most inspo, free range babeye ily

i did the first one with college!roommate!tom!

enjoy <3

You weren't sure if it was a date or just two friends who kissed once, or maybe twice sorta hang out. Truth be told, you were nervous, scared that things might not go the way you wanted it to be.

You met Colin at a college party, not ideal but you were forced to go by your roommate, Tom. He was much more popular than you and without him showing up there would be no party.

Tom was very good at persuading you to come wether you wanted to or not, it was that look in his whisken eyes that you just couldn't say no too. So, you both decided to go and that's how you met Colin.

After three weeks, you both decided to go on a date something that Tom wasn't too pleased about. You were confused to say the least why Tom was so against you going, after all it was him that technically set you both up.

You thought he would be happy for you. You were always supportive when he went out on dates? Why can't he?

"Tom. I'm about to go." You called from the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinets to search for some gum.

No answer.

"Tom? Hello?" You whined, checking the clock. You were already late and Tom being a ghost wasn't helping. "Okay, fine. I'm leaving now. Food is on the hob and don't wait up for me."

As you made it to the door, Tom creaked his door open and lightly called your name. You signed, turning around to see him in his sweats with no shirt on.

"Don't go on that date." He whispered, walking closer to you.

"Why?" You frowned, as you moved yourself back. You completely forgot about how close you were to the door, and felt your body hit.

"You know why?" Tom mumbled, placing his hands either side of you.

"Say it." You murmured, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat. You have never seen Tom so focused, the way his eyes looked deeper into yours, and the sudden shiver that rode down your spine when Tom traced your cheek with his thumb.

"He isn't right for you, Y/N. I know boys like Colin, he wants only one thing from you."

You scoffed, "Isn't that what you do with girls when you take them on dates? I don't even see them again."

"Because they aren't you. You know how hard it is to fake a smile or a laugh with these girls. I have no interest in them, they are just distractions."

"Distractions from what?"

"You." He chuckled. "You Y/N are the person I want to be with all the time. I was just trying to get you out of my head because I know you wouldn't go for a guy like me, but, seeing you with a guy whose name is Colin, doesn't seem right."

"I didn't know you felt like this, Tommy." You said, slightly ducking under him to take your coat off. "I wish you just told me sooner. I wouldn't have wasted money on make-up."

"You don't need make up." He laughed. "You are naturally beautiful."

"God, Tommy. What am I suppose to do about Colin?"

"Tell him that you much rather stay in and watch New Girl with your dashingly handsome roommate."

"Fine. I'll be back in a minute." You said, and go straight into your room, feeling a slight blush hit your cheeks at the sound of Tom's confession.