#i'm so lazy whenever i draw them but i need to see them kiss like 24 hours a day

[freaquin]

yeah

[dreamescapeswriting]

Easy Like A Sunday morning ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

GENRE: comfort for family drama, argument between couple, established relationships, angsty, with soft ending

PAIRING: Chan x GN !Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

The sun beamed through the cracks in the bedroom blinds as you lay with your head on Chan's chest, your fingers running up and down his chest softly as the two of you lay there for what felt like forever. Sundays were always the best for the two of you, neither of you had to work which meant you could spend all day in bed if you felt like it, which nine times out of ten you always did.

You'd lay in bed, tangled in the sheets enjoying the warmth of a lazy Sunday morning, doing nothing but eat and laugh together as you shared moments you couldn't wait to tell your future kids about.

"I love lazy Sundays with you," You said with a giant smile, your hands drawing invisible patterns into Chan's bare chest as he smiled and let out a content sigh. 

There was nowhere else he'd rather be than with you, work had been stressful to him all week and this had been exactly what he needed to unwind from the chaos of his boss. The two of you needed this time together to just relax, sometimes it was the only thing you had to look forward to after a shitty time at work.

"Me too...No rush...No plans," He sighs happily as he stretches his legs in the bed making you giggle a little at him as he finally stopped and wrapped his arm around your waist, 

"Just us, TV and lots of food." He finished as you let out a giggle. The two of you would always cook for one another, taking turns every Sunday to see who would cook for the other and this week it had been you.

So you'd made you both some breakfast wraps which had gone down a treat with Chan who'd already had three from you.

"We should do this on Saturdays too," You mumbled, turning to lay with your chin resting on your boyfriend's chest and smiling a little. Saturdays were usually reserved for spending time with your family but after the big blowout you'd had with them yesterday you were hoping you'd limit your time with them as much as humanly possible.

"I thought you were always busy on Saturdays..." Chan trailed off a little trying not to seem as hurt as he was by never getting to spend the full weekend with you but it was confusing for him. The two of you had been together for almost five months now and you'd never been free on Saturdays and whenever he asked you about it, you'd brushed it off as nothing or told him you were working. 

"Turns out I might be free more often now," You smiled weakly and looked at Chan who appeared to be elsewhere in his own mind so you bit your lip and turned his head to look at you.

"I love you." You whispered before reaching across and kissing him softly. Chan's arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer to him, his worries melting away as he shared a peaceful kiss with you. As you moved to straddle his lap something sounded downstairs and you stalled completely, your hands resting on Chan's bare chest and you frowned.

No one else had a key except for Chan - who was present and accounted for and...

"Shit!" You hissed out, rushing over to the end of the bed and throwing Chan's clothes in his direction, you looked at him to see him frowning at you.

"What?! Who is it?!" Chan sat bolt upright, panicking as you rushed to find your own clothes, you didn't have time to explain anything to him right now, all you needed to do was hurry up and get dressed before someone walked into your room.

"Yn, this would be a bad time to tell me you're secretly married with a husband." Chan chuckled lightly trying to make you talk to him but you shook your head at him, whimpering a little as you heard the front door slam shut.

"I'm not..I-I just- You need to go."

"What? Why?" The confusion was written across his face as he got dressed, grabbing his bag from your hands as you swallowed a lump that was in your throat.

"Yn! Get down here! We need to talk!" Your mother's voice screeched from down the stairs making your whole body tense up so hard you were afraid you were never gonna move again.

"Y-You need to get out of here before they see you," Your voice barely grew louder than a whisper but Chan heard you as he frowned,

"Why can't they see me?" Chan's voice came out in a whisper too and you cringed as you heard your brothers rumbling around in the kitchen,

"P-Please." Your shakey voice made Chan panic but he nodded his head, a little unsure as to where all of this was coming through.

The two of you had been going out long enough that you could easily meet one another's family, hell, you'd already met Chan's and they all adored you. Whenever Chan had asked about your family, you'd told him it was "complicated" and that you weren't that close but for them to walk into your home it seemed pretty close to him,

"Explain to me what's going on." He wasn't demanding but more concerned, your mother sounded pissed off and he wasn't going to leave you alone if you were worried about them.

"I will...later, I'll distract them and you can go out the front door." You looked out of the blinds to make sure none of them were waiting in the back and you made your way to the bedroom door, your heart racing rapidly inside of your chest.

"Yn," Chan whispered, his chest aching a little at the thought of you hiding him like he was some kind of dirty secret. All of your friends had met him, even your co-workers but you weren't introducing him to the people that mattered most and it pained him.

"I have to go. Please just leave." You barely gave him any chance to fight you on it before you walked out of the bedroom door and headed toward the living room.

"It's too late for you to still be in bed, you shouldn't sleep so much." Your mother's voice carried to the bedroom and Chan waited until he heard you shut the living room door before making a break for it.

The front door to your boyfriend's place creaked open as you stepped inside, your shoulders slumped as you let out an exasperated sigh and kicked off your shoes. You expected to see Chan waiting for you with open arms but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Chan?" You called out before walking further into the home but something felt completely off about it all. The living room felt uneasy and the air felt thick with tension as you noticed the dim lights and Chan sitting in a chair staring at you with a frustrated look on his face. 

The air felt heavy as if it was carrying the weight of all the unspoken words between you and Chan from earlier in the morning. 

"Chan-" You started but never got to finish, 

"We've been together for five months and you've never introduced me to your family." You knew the two of you were going to talk about this tonight but you were hoping you could do it within the comfort of your boyfriend's arms.

"Chan, it's complicated." You breathed out, dropping your bag onto the floor and taking in a deep breath. You'd been trying to figure out where to start with this all day but you still didn't know how or even where to begin.

"Complicated? What seems complicated because they all seemed pretty happy to swing by your place today." He grumbled at you, you looked down at the floor before switching your gaze back to Chan who was staring daggers at you.

"They weren't invited." You mumbled a little because they weren't. They weren't supposed to use the key unless there was an emergency and after the fight you'd had the previous day you figured they'd never wanna see you again anyway.

"They're family, they come whenever they want. My family is the same." Chan reminded you and you rolled your eyes a little. Chan's family were great, they came around but announced it first, and sometimes sent a quick text to prepare him but yours weren't like that.

"Yeah, well your family is different than mine." Your family were different than most, they would drop by unannounced or call you at work demanding you leave and go to them right away.

"How?" He arched a brow at you. All day he'd been left to stew in his own thoughts and he'd come to one conclusion about everything and that was that you were ashamed to be with him and that was why you hadn't introduced him yet.

"It's-"

"Complicated," You both said at the same time before Chan let out a loud scoff at you, shaking his head before sitting down in the chair. This felt like a losing battle every single time he brought up the subject of your family,

"We've talked about it all before and you always brush it off. I feel like a dirty little secret."

"You're not a secret, Chan...It's just-"

"Just what?!" He finally yelled, losing his patience with you as tears built in his eyes. He wasn't the type to cry in front of you but he was losing his will and needed to know if there was something wrong with him that you would hide part of yourself away from him.

"They're just...They're different," Tears began to well up in your eyes as you stared at him. Your family had been one of the main reasons you swore off dating for the longest time. You'd never wanted to have to introduce anyone to your family so long as you could have helped it. 

"Are you ashamed of me? Is that why we haven't been introduced?" He questioned, staring at you as you sniffled a little, you never wanted him to feel that way because of something you were doing. It had nothing to do with him and all to do with your family,

"No...Chan, it's not that," You sighed shaking your head.

"I just need some more time to figure out how to handle this." You explained, taking in deep breaths but Chan was through with waiting if it meant hiding behind closed doors and sneaking out of the house like he was a teenager.

"Time won't solve anything if we don't face it! We're supposed to be a team...Yn..." You stared at him as you felt the doubt hanging over you like a dark cloud.

You'd been taught never to depend on anyone else no matter what but Chan had been breaking that thought ever since the two of you had met. He'd been breaking every lesson your family had hammered into you over the years and you loved him for it.

"Let me in, Yn...Let me be there for you,"

"I need...time." Your voice cracked as Chan growled a little, standing up and staring at you.

"How much time do you need? Huh? This affecting our relationship and I can't just keep waiting around for you to be ready." Your eyes landed on his as you shook your head. It sounded like he was getting ready to break up with you and the whole point of hiding him from your family was to avoid that,

"Chan, please." You pleaded desperately with him, reaching out for his hands but he stepped further away from you, shaking his head.

"I love you, Chan, and I want to be with you just give me...a little time to figure things out with them." You begged, watching as Chan's eyes softened a little.

"I want to be with you too Yn but we can't keep avoiding it. It isn't fair on either of us." You sighed a little rubbing the bridge of your nose and nodding, you knew he was right but it didn't make you feel any better about all of this,

"We're not teenagers, I don't want to sneak around anymore." He finished and you looked up at him.

"My family are...They have certain beliefs." You told him plainly, sitting down on the edge of his sofa and trying to figure out the best way to approach all of this. It wasn't religion-based but your family believed that certain things had to be a certain way for families to be able to work and grow. It was safe to say you didn't share a lot of their beliefs since you'd done everything you could to get away from them ever since you were at a legal age to do so.

"They have a whole thing about dating, I'm not supposed to date anybody without them giving their approval," You scoffed a little and shook your head as you finally let it off your chest, a weight felt as though it was coming straight off you as well

"You know, it took me almost six years to convince them to let me move out."

"Let you?" Chan asked softly as he sat down on the chair, staring at you as he waited for you to elaborate on it some more,

"I wasn't allowed to work either, they stopped me working. Claiming I needed to be a homemaker for your future partner."

"But you weren't married to anyone..." Chan hoped you weren't since the two of you had been dating for so long and you laughed dryly and shook your head,

"No, but they had plans for me and I broke them down so I wouldn't have to fit in the mould that they had for me."

"Yn.." He whispered, sympathy leaking from his words as he moved to kneel on the spot in front of you, your eyes finding his as you finally let the damn break and you told him everything.

"Every Saturday is reserved for them. I have to go around there, and we talk about work and life at home it was the condition they had for letting me move out...That and no dating," You laughed dryly and Chan moved to sit beside you, holding your hand tightly. 

"I hadn't told them about us yet because I didn't want them to rush me back to their place...To shield me away and I certainly don't want them to judge you." You looked at him with tears running down your cheeks.

"I'm scared I'll lose you." Chan grabbed your hand in his and squeezed them softly. There was no way on this earth that he was ever going to let you go without a great fight,

"You're not going to lose me...Ever and you're certainly not going to face it alone, Yn. I'm here for you, no matter what." He told you and you smiled weakly, you wanted to believe him but if your family were set on something they weren't just going to back down from it.

"I appreciate it, Chan, but they're difficult." You told him as he gently wiped the tears from your cheeks and shook his head, he didn't care how difficult they were he was never going to let you go through any of it alone.

"Then we can stay hidden as long as you need but sooner or later you'll have to face them...I plan on making you my future spouse and spending forever with you." Your cheeks began to heat as you looked at him, 

"We're in this together, I love you." He whispered before kissing your forehead, your chest tightening a little as you nodded.,

"I love you too and I'll tell them...eventually. I just-"

"We'll tell them together whenever you're ready." He said, cutting you off and kissing your cheek softly. You thought about it and laughed a little, they were going to hate you introducing a man you'd already been dating for months.

"They won't like it."

"Then they'll have to get over it. If they try and take you from me they'll have a big fight on their hands." He winked at you before you cuddled into his chest, relaxing for the first time since that morning and letting out a small and happy sigh.

"Let's go upstairs and finish our lazy day." He told you before you kissed him softly and made your way toward the staircase.

"I'll be up, I'm going to order your favourite." He chuckled as he watched you happily jogging up the stairs to his bedroom.

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[nonranghaes]

heads up! mentions of a past abusive relationship (for reader). this should really go on wooahaes but i'm too lazy to format it rn and i need sleep so take this ig??? i might repost over there some other time....

there's things that are unfair about having a boyfriend like vernon. you think one of them is how pretty he can look when he's sleeping.

of course, he's still human. he ends up with messy hair, and sometimes he drools, and there's about a thousand other things you can list off about him when he sleeps... but he's still your boyfriend. and thus, every little 'flaw' he has is something you consider pretty on him. he would (and will, when he's in a sappy enough mood) say the exact same about you, to be fair. he shifts a little in his sleep, stretching and reaching for you.

you still remember overhearing him talk to his mom the morning after you slept in the same bed as him for the first time. it'd literally only been sleeping, but you heard him quietly say 'they trust me a lot,' to her while on the phone. he'd been unpacking breakfast. when she asked about it, he merely said "they fell asleep next to me. they've never done that before. i think... i think they trust me," in that pensive way, like he's thinking more than he's actually saying.

(i do, you told him later. trust you. i think i love you, too. and it'd been what made him say that he loves you for the first time--something he didn't expect to hear back without that 'i think' to protect yourself. you said it to him a few weeks later, and he teared up--although he'll always deny it when you bring it up now.)

"you're staring again." he pulls you out of your thoughts with ease, and his eyes meet yours in the low light. "what's wrong?"

you saw today's date. some birthdays never leave you, and that's true of the person who hurt you. the person you only told vernon about a few months ago in full, although he knew of the person's existence before then. you remember what that person said to you, too. that you didn't need anyone else aside from them...

"nothing," you say, and it's a half-lie. it'll bother you a little more, but you don't want to have this talk now. not when you're already starting to drift off, safe in his presence. vernon's good at protecting you from ugly feelings that settle into your bones like an unwanted guest. "we'll talk later, honey."

he gives you a uncertain look. "you only call me honey when you're upset."

(it's a mutual thing: he calls you either by your name or a casual dude any other time, and baby and babe and love of my life whenever he's trying to avoid a topic temporarily. the two of you communicate: vernon's good at making you feel safe in that, too.)

"right," you say. "we'll talk in the morning... homie."

it earns a crackling snort from him, and he smiles that cute gummy smile as he hides his face for a moment. "ah, really... god, you're such a dork sometimes, i swear."

"a dork who landed you," you always remind him. yet when his eyes meet yours a moment later, you feel something warm in your chest that washes away that ugly feeling all too easily. you reach out, holding his face. "i think... i won."

"you won?"

"you love me," you say. "my friends love me... i'm loved," you say quietly, and the feeling still feels a little foreign. you are loved, you repeat mentally for a moment: because they see you as you, not the broken mess you feel you are. "so i won."

vernon gets it soon enough, and he nods. "you won," he says quietly. "i'm glad you're here... homie."

you crack up, too, and he quietly laughs at his own little moment with you. his laugh and his smile always make you giggle, too, and he pulls you in to kiss you happily.

"i love you," he mumbles against your lips, "i love you, i love you, i love you--" and he keeps planting kisses against against and around your lips to punctuate every repeat of the phrase, before he draws back, satisfied after being struck with the need to be overly sappy. "alright?"

gone is that bitter feeling that once flashed through your veins and settled into your bones. all you feel now is love, soft and sweet, as you're so openly reminded that you're not alone. that the two of you shoulder these problems together. you won, you think, because you are alive and being loved and learning to love wholeheartedly again.

"yeah," you settle in to sleep, planning to keep to your promise of talking come morning. "i love you, too, you big sap."

[ahundredtimesover]

Which of your jungkooks would say the famous line from jks live: "I'm too lazy to shower..can you shower me?” 🤭

Definitely PLM and ASDOAH JKs 🤭 different contexts, different responses, same result 😂

PLM

“Baby, I’m too lazy to shower,” Jungkook whines as he stands in front of the couch where you’re sitting, soaked shirt and damp hair and all. “Can you shower me?”

“Hun, how are you lazy when you just did a full workout?” You giggle, already putting aside your drawing pad.

“It’s code for ‘I spent too much time at the gym when I should’ve been with you ,’” he answers, his cute little pout making this a no-brainer.

“You could’ve just said so,” you laugh, reaching out your hand for him to take.

His nose scrunches as he smiles, knowing his antics worked again, like it always does.

“Just 30 minutes max, okay?” You tell him, knowing how he gets whenever you both end up in the shower together - a little too hot, too handsy, and definitely irresistible. “We have dinner to prepare for.”

He smiles again like a child who’s just been found out. “Give me 45.”

ASDOAH

You walk into your bedroom and find Jungkook still laying in bed, eyes half-open as he hugs the pillow in your absence.

“I’m awake,” he mumbles, given that you’d woken him up earlier to get ready.

“Yes, I can see that,” you laugh. “Come on, Kook. I wanna go to that associate’s lunch early so we can leave early and just spend the rest of the afternoon together with the little ones. I just need to get them ready for when they stay with mom.”

He grunts then gets up, smiling at you donned in one of his shirts.

“I’m lazy… can you shower me?” He cheekily smiles at you.

“Are you a child?”

“Yes.”

You burst in laughter, no longer surprised.

“Sorry bud, our three other children are my priority right now,” you say.

He concedes, knowing you do so much already. You’ve definitely divided the child rearing and household tasks, with him still claiming the househusband role majority of the time. But still, he knows that your job demands so much from you, and while he’d definitely love to spend the morning kissing and touching you under the shower, he knows he can pass up on it this morning.

“I know,” he smiles, standing up to kiss your lips, three times like always. “Why don’t you go wash up now? I’ll make coffee to-go and make sure the kids’ stuff are ready. I’ll wake them up, too, since you know it takes Heejin forever to do that,” he laughs.

“Just like her father,” you chuckle. “But thank you. And uh, I can give you a shower tonight. And you can give me. What about that?”

“Hmm,” he hums, kissing you again, his lips slowly trailing down your neck, making you feel hot all over. “I’ll think about it.”

“Brat,” you groan. “I take it back. Shower yourself this morning and tonight.”

Jungkook snorts this time, loving it when he riles you up like this. “I’m kidding. Of course, babe. We’ll take the kids to bed then I’ll make sure you get to relax tonight, yeah?”

And he does what he says, expertly getting Heejin to sleep while you nurse the twins to bed. He draws you a bath, massages your arms and shoulders, then kisses your body all over while he rinses you in the shower. He does more than that, of course, leaving you tired but even more satisfied as you lay in bed later that night, close against his chest, his soft snores lulling you to sleep.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 7/8

Things are heating up😫

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Mentioning of violence

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

"So what are you gonna do?"

It was early, but not time to leave for the airport yet. You woke up to Ruben's warm chest against your cheek. He held you close, drawing lazy patterns on the hill of your shoulder.

"Face the music I guess."

"You're gonna confront your sister?"

"Yes and take responasbility for my life."

It felt like the most reasonable thing to do, however, the thought of facing your sister and Tyson again ached your stomach.

"Just know that whatever you choose to do, I'm here."

You tilted you head. Ruben was already looking at you, his eyes big and kind. You lay hand on his cheek, directing his face towards yours. You still had to get used to the feel of kissing another man. But compared to Tyson's, Ruben's kisses spread warmth throughout your chest.

Five hours later you left Brussels and returned home.

"You're early" Your sister said, as you and Ruben stepped through the door. Ironically she was seated on the couch, the same couch she and Tyson were getting freaky on whenever you weren't around.

"Where is Tyson?" You asked, as Ruben brought your bags upstairs.

"He's out. Left for a booking this morning."

"A modeling booking?"

"Exactly."

"Has he been getting alot of those whilst I was gone?"

"A few, why?" You sister mimicked the way you were looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Mom is not well." You muttered.

"Oh Y/N." Your sister stood, walking over to give you a hug. "I told you not to go over there. She never meant for us to see her like that."

Her hug was comforting, you gave in, forgetting the fact that you were supposed to be angry with her, then again, she had no clue that you knew about her and Tyson.

"She will always be our mother." She said, pulling you back to wipe your tears. And just like that you were eight years old again, needing your big sister to wipe your tears.

"I've had some trouble with my credit card." You said. "I should probably go to the bank for that, right?"

"Sure. We'll go tomorrow since I have some meetings tod..."

"There's a rehearsal today."

"For your tour?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, a dance rehearsal for all the back up dancers, why?"

"I should probably go to that shouldn't I. To share my opinions on things, right?"

"Um...sure, but like I said I have some meetings to attend today, so if you...."

"It's okay, I can go by myself."

"By yourself?" You sister frowned. You seldom did anything without checking with her first, perhaps that should stop now.

"Ruben will be with me of course."

"Ruben?" Your sister initially looked to want to protest, but change her mind as he came back down the stairs. "Of course." She nodded. "Ruben will go with you."

"I'll call you if I need anything."

"Yes, please do, call me."

You looked to Ruben. "I'll just hop in the shower then I'm ready to go."

He nodded. "I'll notify Taylor to bring the car around."

"Thanks." You smiled, as well as brush his arm with yours on your way up the stairs.

Rehearsal was great. You had never paid attention to the people working around you. It had always been your sister calling the shots,  giving everybody directions. But without her everyone was forced to listen to you and they really listened.

"So the laser will be pointing from that camera and that camera." Your stage director, Alejandro, said.

"That camera?" You turned in that direction, pretending to hold a microphone to your lips.

"Yes and then you'll turn to the other camera before the lasers shoot down from the sealing."

"Why the lasers?" You frowned.

"For the finally? Isn't that you wanted?"

"Um, I'm not sure."

"Your sister made it clear that its what you wanted." He shrugged. "We can remove them if you like?"

"Um...no it's okay. Keep them."

You left rehearsal not knowing how to feel. The start of your tour was so soon and you needed your sister by your side, but how could you ever trust her when she's been lying to your face for God knew how long.

"Shall we get somthing to eat?" Ruben held the door open for you to climb into the car.

"No, I'm not hungry."

Taylor your chauffeur greeted you with a smile through the rare view mirror. A smile which you returned. Ruben stepped in to sit next to him. His face expressed concern as he turned back to look at you.

"Y/N, you have to eat somthing."

"I will, I just need to go to the bank first."

"The bank?" He frowned.

"Yes the bank. Taylor will you take me there?"

You arrived within ten minutes.

"I won't be long." You said, hoping that Ruben would let you go alone.

He didn't.

He held the door open for you to step out and together you made your way into the bank.

After a short wait, a bank representative named Emily greeted you and led you and Ruben to a private office. "I understand your concern, Y/ N" she said, sympathetically. "Let me pull up your account information and see what might be causing this issue."

As you watched Emily's fingers dance across the keyboard, a knot formed in her stomach. The seconds felt like an eternity until Emily's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I... I think I've found the problem," Emily said, her voice filled with astonishment. "It appears that all your money was recently transferred to a foreign account."

Your heart sank, and you exchanged a worried glance with Ruben. "What? How is that possible? I certainly didn't authorize any transfers like that."

Emily nodded in understanding. "I believe you, Y/N. However a signature was authorized electronically. Do you have your phone with you today?"

"Well yes, but no."

"No?"

"No, my phone, old phone, was stolen a couple of weeks ago."

"Stolen?" Emily's lowered her gaze, her eyes looking at you over her glasses.

"Yes. Oh my god what am I gonna do? This can't be happening."

Ruben reached for your hand underneath the table.

"The best thing I can do is freeze you account and make sure no money gets in or out." Emily said. "But I'm afraid the police will have to help you retrieve the stolen money."

You rushed out of the bank, Ruben at your heels.

"Y/N, everything is gonna be alright, you'll get the money back."

How do you know that Ruben? Everything I've earned throughout my entire career, my savings, my savings that my parents put in there for me. Gone, it's all gone. So don't tell me that everything is going to be alright because it isn't."

He pulled you into his embrace right there in the middle of the street,  for everybody to see. If paparazzi showed up now your life would really be over.

"I have to tell my sister." You said, breaking up the hug. "She'd want to know about this."

Ruben nodded. "Of course,  do you need to come with you?"

You shook your head. "No, Taylor will take me back."

Ruben looked conflicted, not wanting to part from you, however you had sent him to replce your computer. With your phone gone and bank account hacked, everything old had to go and everything knew would have to be fire proof and Ruben assured you that he could fix that.

"You went to the bank without me?"

After telling your sister what the bank lady said, you were suprised that this was her first reaction.

"Yes, well it was urgent."

"Y/N,  I told you that I would have gone with you tomorrow. Why would you do this?"

"Are you serious right now? All of my money is gone and all you care about is the fact that I went to the bank without you?"

Your sister's expression mellowed. "You're right." She stepped forward, bringing you in for another hug. This hug wasn't like the one this morning. It was stiff and cold. "Everything is gonna be alright, you'll get your money back."

"That's what Ruben said." You muttered. Your sister grimaced at the mentioning of his name.

"What?"

"I don't trust him." She said.

You chuckled. "You, of all people don't trust Ruben? You're the one that hired him, rember?"

"I know I did, but..."

"But what?" You frowned, because your sister was really not the one to preach about trust.

"Tyson told me that Ruben keeps giving him these looks, looks as if all he wants to do is bash his face in."

"Right." You muttered. Hearing Tyson's name leave your sisters mouth simply made you nauseous.

"I've noticed it too. He cracks his knuckles every time he sees him, Y/N."

"It doesn't matter because Ruben is not the problem here." You said.

"No? Then who is?" Your sister looked terrified.

"Dickonataor 3000."

Her shoulders rose and fell with your answer. "Y/N, don't you think..."

"I know that nerd has got my phone. He's the one messing with my account. We need to find a way to track him somehow. Ruben will find a way."

Your sister stared at you blankly for a minute, like she couldn't recognize the person standing before her. "Maybe you should go to bed? Today must have really sucked for you."

You nodded. "Yes, yes it did."

You needed sleep. Sleep was your friend.

As the moon cast a soft glow upon your bedroom, you nestled comfortably beneath the covers. However you were abruptly awakened by a gentle touch.

"Ruben?" You groaned.

"No baby, it's me."

Your eyes flung open.

"Tyson?"

His lips were on yours. "I heard you had a bad day, let me make it better."

Confused and half-asleep, you pushed him away, struggling to fully grasp the situation.

"Y/N, relax." he whispered, lust lacing his voice.

Startled and groggy, your sleep-addled brain attempted to process his words. "Tyson stop, I'm not in the mood." You pleaded, never ever would you be in the mood for him. Yet, his eyes burned with an unsettling determination.

Pushing aside your obvious feelings of unease, he continued to make advances, his body betraying the desperation of his desires.

"Tyson, get off!"

He wrestled you against the matress, tracing unwanted kisses up your neck.

"Tyson,  I said stop!"

He chuckled.  "What, don't you want me to fuck you?"

No, now get the fuck off me!" You shouted. The last words to leave your mouth before Ruben barged into your bedroom, his face a mask of fury. His voice thundered through the room, "Get off her! Right now!"

Caught off guard and blinded by his own desires, Tyson froze momentarily. But it was the fierceness in Ruben's eyes that eventually jolted him back to reality. However it was too late Ruben was already pulling him off you, dropping Tyson on the floor.

"Ruben wait, stop!"

There was no stopping him. Ruben's eyes were dark, his expression emotionless whilst he pounded his fists against Tyson face, cracking his nose, breaking his jaw.

"Oh my god,  Tyson!" Your sister emerged in the doorway, dressed in her nightrobe. She saw the two men grappling on the floor beneath your bed and started screaming hysterically.

"Please stop it, you'll kill him! Y/N, do something!"

"Ruben please." You pleaded, however his hands just kept smashing into Tyson's bloody face. There was no stopping him. Never had you seen Ruben so angry, so out of control.

"Ruben, please stop it." You cried and that seemed to do it.

He looked to you and then to his bloody knuckles. A low grunt left Tyson limb body that lay beneath him.

"Y/N, I'm so..."

You shook you head. Not wanting Ruben to come any closer to you. He looked both terrified and hurt by this.

"That's it. I'm calling the fucking police!" You sister said, storming out of the room in a tearful rage.

[woncon]

[11:08 - 11:09 pm] ♡ sunghoon

gn!reader | fluff | seven minutes in heaven | f2l | mentions of claustrophobia | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ enhypen masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

a wise philosopher once said that it's not the best idea to lock your friends into a scarce, hazy wardrobe for seven minutes straight.

but you can't exactly kick fate in the ass. while jake waves the chosen names around like victory flags, you get up with a shy smile to move into the tiny place for seven minutes with your best friend.

sunghoon is a great person. sometimes he's a bit lazy and keeps quiet, but he is there whenever he is needed, gives wonderful advice and with his hugs and jokes, you can easily get rid of even the thought of sadness. so you aren't afraid that the two of you will be in heaven for seven minutes. you know that you can confide in him.

your friend gives you a polite hand gesture to encourage you to get in first, then enters right after. jake grasps the doorknob with a huge grin on his face.

"whatever you want to, do it right now! so long, lovebirds" he winks, then closes the door.

you sigh silently. this is the moment you realize how small the wardrobe really is. sunghoon's leaning onto the wall next to your head, and you can feel his body's heat close to you. the hangers fidget slightly near sunghoon as he tries to find a better position.

"ugh, 'm sorry."

you shrug, then realize he can't see it with only a thin stripe of dim light managing to reach inside.

"no worries."

your skin feels hot where his hand touches your shoulder for a moment before hurriedly pulling it away.

you don't get why things turned awkward all of a sudden. yes, sunghoon is usually shy, but not with you. and right now, there is only the two of you in the safety of the wardrobe. it's not like you'd press him up against the wall and shove your tounge down his throat in a second.

the hangers rattle again as sunghoon mumbles softly, and he gets as far away as he is able to, away from you. it feels emptier. you're disappointed.

"how much time do we have left?"

"it's been like ten seconds since we got here. do hate being near me this much? you hid it so well 'til now" you joke with a hint of bitterness. you try to lighten the atmosphere to hide your sadness, which you don't even understand why you feel.

"no, i'm just claustrophobic. a bit."

"sunghoon, what? why didn't you tell me?"

"didn't want to you get here with somebody else."

your heart melts as you move to hold his hand. he doesn't move away this time. you feel somehow satisfied by this.

"can i help you somehow?"

"talk to me."

"uhm, alright. well... now i'm thinking about the pizza we ate earlier. the one with cheese, tomato slices, mushroom, and corn."

absentmindedly, you draw tiny shapes on sunghoon's hand.

"uh-huh. continue."

"and yeah, the pizza was great, but i noticed something strange," you get a little dizzy from the things you want to say. here, in the dark wardrobe a spark lighted up in your brain.

"that there were less tomatoes than usual?"

you could use the tomatoes as an excuse, but you don't. sunghoon's cologne is more than nice and the fact that you're holding his hand makes things even better.

"no, i saw that you had sauce on your lips. i looked at them, and i suddenly noticed that they are really plump," you close your eyes, that way the memory is cleaner in your mind. "i didn't notice it before. i probably didn't pay enough attention. but you have a really pretty mouth. it is truly... kissable."

sunghoon doesn't say or do anything. the silence is heavy and suffocating, mainly because you aren't done yet. in the wardrobe your emotions got into a new light and you need to tell about them to him.

"sunghoon... can i kiss you?" your voice slightly shakes as you whisper the fatal words.

"yes," he breathes out.

you get on your tiptoes carefully as to not collide with the hangers. with your free hand, you gently caress his face, surprised by the fact that his cheeks are so hot. yours are probably flaming up too.

you hesitate for a mere second longer, then you kiss the soft, sweet lips that you craved even when there was sauce smeared over them, but back then you couldn't admit your hunger for them.

sunghoon is uncertain, nervous and a bit dizzy, but careful with you. when he gets more comfortable, he gets the feel of you. he gently grabs your waist, pushes you to the wall as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper and earn better access to your lips. it is as dreamy as you imagined it, even if you unintentionally bite each other's lips a few times.

"sunghoon," you lean back, panting, patting his shoulder. he holds you close to him pressing his forehead against yours. he tries to catch his breath, and you can feel his panting on your cheeks.

"yeah?"

"does this help or should i keep talking?"

"don't say a word" he murmurs, having gained confidence, now he is the one starting your next kiss, but his face and heart are burning up and his trembling knees want him to lean back, forget the kiss and just be in painful silence for the rest of the time, but he doesn't even bat an eye. he attempts to rid himself of the pain by pressing his body to yours and holding your waist more firmly.

wandering onto unfamiliar territory, he dares to poke your lip experimentally with his tongue. you open your mouth wider in surprise with a little moan, and he kisses you deeper. he continues the dangerous game you two started.

sunghoon's chest feels heavy and his lips are numb. a groan erupts from his throat, and he knows that the remaining time won't be enough: he's already addicted to your lips.

[pandorasword]

Hello

I'm wondering what type of kisses Hongjoong like to give to Chaeri?😉

What about chaeri, which are her favorite ones?🤭

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

thank you so much for your request! Let me know if you enjoy it and if you think other type of kisses suit them well ♡

requests are open (even if it takes a while)

The kisses Hongjoong likes the most to give Chaeri

Hongjoong is a guy who finds most comfort in routine, domestic, daily interactions. Doing the work he does, the little time he spends at home, leaving his fame outside of it, is holy. This constant need for normality also spills over into his relationship with Chaeri, with whom he tries to live their relationship as any other couple not known by millions would.

Definitely, if he had to make a list of the kisses he prefers to give her, it would include lazy morning kisses.

Kissing her as soon as he wakes up, with his eyes still heavy from sleep, makes him feel incredibly grateful to have had her by his side all night long.

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Chaeri is a tough one, and Joong loses no opportunity to brag about this: his girlfriend won't let anyone mess with her. Nevertheless, he loves to make her feel that he is there for her whenever he thinks she needs him. He knows that words would not work with her, so he simply hugs her from behind and kisses the top edge of her shoulder, to let her know that "I got your back"

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Before an intense kiss, Hongjoong has the habit of tracing Chaeri's facial features with his fingertips. The kisses between them always begin softly just because the guy takes the time to admire her and imprint in his mind through the touch every detail and edge of her face. When, however, the tender moment ends and gives room to his insatiable desire of her, the spot he prefers to put his hands are her hips. He likes to squeeze them, to be able to pull her to him and her body to feel at one with her.

The kisses Chaeri likes the most to give Hongjoong

Despite her being bold and feisty, the kisses Chaeri prefers to give Hongjoong are the ones that radiate sweetness to her the most. Kissing him gently, without pretending to look sexy, injects her with a dose of relaxation and serotonin. It usually begins by kissing him on the cheek until it reaches his lips. Small, tender kisses broken by smiles and laughter. Between them there is never any awkwardness

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She LOVES kissing him in front of the rest of ATEEZ members. It amuses her so much to see him blush slightly, to hear the laughter of the rest of the boys teasing him, reminding him that before he met her he could hardly tolerate being touched. So she casually catches up with him when he is with everyone else, sits beside him, joins in the conversation, and then draws his attention back to her so she can kiss him

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Hongjoong sometimes overthinks, gets absorbed in his thoughts and worries that a group leader has to carry the burden of. She knows well, she has lived it through Namjoon, seeing him sometimes sink into his commitments and worries and come out exhausted. This is precisely why she tries to make that tiring task more tolerable, kissing him unexpectedly to bring him back to reality whenever she notices the first signs of worry on his face

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[eternalwritess]

Hallo! Humbly requesting a romantic and/or platonic HH matchup =D

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Ace/biro

Personality: Depressed boi who is way too obsessed with fandoms. Awkward and asocial in new situations, but can grow comfortable with people over time. Loves physical touch (cuddles, hand holding, etc) but is paranoid about invading others' space. Very kind and wants to make sure everyone feels appreciated. Very lazy, doesn't exercise, chubby and a bit insecure about it. Would spend all the time in my room unless asked otherwise. Simentantiously doesn't care what others think (taking care of myself, how I look) and does care (don't want to seem rude or obtrusive). Always doing something (bouncing leg, cracking bones, snapping, drumming fingers). Cat person, but likes dogs too. Addicted to the Internet for high dopamine intake. Prefers sleep as an escape from existing. Bc of depression, usually hard to get happy/excited over things, but will fake it for others' sake. Has the tendency to avoid asking for help over a self-destructive mindset that I need to take care of myself. Will laugh at things that are not funny/inappropriate with no intention of disrespect. Has to think about social etiquette and finds socializing exhausting after a while. Avoids serious vices (alcohol, drugs, sex, etc). Introvert, but tries to help a conversation with other introverts.

Hobbies: Writing, dabbles in drawing, cross-stitch, singing, dancing, musical theatre, card games (rummy, solitaire, War, Uno, etc), obsessive researching, over-the-top analyses, ranting about random topics, maladaptive daydreaming, Internet, badminton if you squint

Pet peeves: Very intense stimuli, impatience, arrogance, selfishness, cruelty, unnecessary hostility, rowdiness, vulgarity, brashness, pushing serious boundaries, rudeness

I think that's everything. Hope I added enough ^-^

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓥𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮!

When you met Vaggie it was most likely after the exterminations and when she got cast down into heaven. Charlie most likely wanted her to go around helping people and she found you most likely being bossed around and getting uncomfortable with some people

"Hey! Leave her alone assholes!!"

When you saw her come on over to beat the ever living shit out of them you were slightly terrified most likely being a new soul in hell and not knowing what was going on or what to do

She then grabbed you and took you somewhere else and calming you down and apologizing for being so aggressive

From then on she always helped you out around hell and protecting you from others

You slowly ended up opening up to her about smaller things

She totally gets you always moving or doing something (the bouncing legs and stuff) as she herself kinda does the same thing every now and then

Since she is an exorcist she would most likely have some sort of depressed attitude towards that saying that she feels as if she doesn't deserve you at times

"Shit I'm sorry it's just... nothing,"

Although you would take care of that telling her how great she is and that she needs to take care of herself and how much you love her

She doesn't mind that fact that you don't exercise. Actually she over works herself at times and you pull her back and help her chill more around you

She gives you a ton of physical touch. Constantly running her hands through your hair, giving you pats on the shoulder, hugging you, forehead kisses, she's obsessed with giving you affection and making sure that you know that you are loved

Whenever you're feeling down she'll always be there for you to comfort you and hug you telling you that you deserve the world

Not to mention she probably has some pet names for you too if you don't mind that

"Why the frown babe?"

Also going on you being addicted to sleeping or being a bit too lazy. She will also try and push you out of your comfort zone every now and then although making sure that you're not too uncomfortable and instantly pulling back when she sees that you are

She doesn't mind when you find it hard to get excited over things and honestly will tell you that it's hard for her to do so also as she tends to overthink things

When you shows her stuff on the internet she might not get it at first but will soon learn to and will also become obsessed making a few semi-cringy jokes on it every now and then

She likes that you avoid serious vices as she's uncomfortable with most of them

"Honestly... I'm not much of a drinker either,"

She loves watching you draw as she's not that good and she'll constantly ask you for tips will she sees you doing so

She'll also play card games with you and might be slightly competitive

Although she's not really unnecessarily hostile she's slightly hostile to others but you can always pull her back and when you tell her to stop she does but she always looks out for you

Also sorry to everyone for this taking so long. Some of the other matchups will also take a while as school is kicking my ass and there are a lot of matchups. They might close in the next few days so theres a warning :)

[squishymochiuwu]

Eddie Munson Headcanon

Eddie Munson headcanon thoughts ft. what dating him would be like <33

reblogs, likes, and comments are very much appreciated!

(Not my GIF! ctto @suledins) god look at that smile, he's so pretty <3

Now my headcanon thoughts!

Though he may be a repeating three-time senior, I believe that Eddie is surprisingly good at math, more specifically statistics. Though he may be a complete mess, army crawling his way to graduate, I think that he’s a really smart kid.

Speaking of academics, being a DM for campaigns means his writing must be over the top Michelin star shit. I like to imagine Eddie carrying a notebook around to scribble down notes, ideas, and drawings for upcoming campaigns. Besides notes for his campaigns, some pages contain songs recommended by his lover and facts about their interests.

Though we didn’t see Eddie carrying a backpack around school and Hawkins, I like to think Eddie carries a messenger bag with patches and pins reflecting his personality. Imagine Eddie Munson walking towards you with a messenger bag slinging on his shoulder. Fucking hot. 

Speaking of said messenger bag, Wayne got the bag for him at a thrift store as a present as he got a bonus from work. 

Eddie probably throws everything in that messenger bag, his multipurpose notebook/journal, mixtapes, a cassette player (which he saved up for), some candy, those really good inky pens that you randomly find, and some black nail polish.

Eddie’s the type to wear reading glasses when he writes or reads at night, glasses slipping down his nose bridge as he frantically scribbles down an idea.

“Beth” by KISS is Eddie’s warm-up song. This man sings this song to warm up his vocals during gigs at the hideout, or when he’s in the mood to write. Just his go-to song to get in the feels <33

Imagine him writing songs at the foot of his bed, guitar perched up on his lap as fingers press chords and strum a soft melody. Notebook nearby for lyrics, the faint sound of him humming and singing softly as the desk lamp gives his room a cozy vibe <333

Eddie has a cookie tin that serves as a sewing kit container, complete with pins, thread, and a cushion with needles. Imagine a craft store run with Eddie? Eddie looking for a certain shade of black thread, to stitch a patch of said color, as someone’s grandma helps him out while you pick out a certain fabric for an art project.

Though Eddie is described as a “freak” I do believe that elderly women adore him. Eddie’s the type to flatter the elderly while helping them out. Imagine Eddie helping out the elderly in the trailer park <33  Eddie probably learned how to sew patches on his battle vest from a grandma he helps out on a daily basis.

Eddie for sure sniffs his shirts before wearing them, he’s just lazy to do laundry on some days; but when he does, he’s quite particular with how much fabric softener is needed to make his clothes smell good.

Though Eddie smokes, I like to think of him trying to cut back on them when you mention you’re sensitive to smoke. Cue Eddie sucking on lollipops every time the urge for a cigarette comes.

Do you remember the number of mugs in the Munson trailer? What if Eddie and Wayne collect them? Like it's something they both like collecting? Imagine Eddie letting you choose a mug as “your mug” for you to use whenever you come over <33

Eddie may be into heavy metal and rock, but I like to believe listening to Madonna is his guilty pleasure/little secret. Like, imagine him singing to “Like a Virgin”?? 

Tries your red lipstick to see if it would match him after seeing Paul Stanley ( Starchild of KISS) wear it.

Imagine rainy days with Eddie?? Drinking hot chocolate as your head leans on his shoulder <33 Rainy day cuddles on the porch in silence as the pitter-patter of rain lulls you both to sleep.

A/N: Please do tell me what your thoughts are! I'm completely new to writing and would love to hear what you think of my work!

[starlitscars]

Older Remus Lupin| Dad one shot| Fluff| One part

Words: 2.2k

Summary: On a rainy weekend in the middle of autumn, uncle Padfoot can't take Y/N and Remus's twin kids out for a ride on his motorbike. So Y/N and Remus become the cool parents they are and turn their day into a chocolatey adventure. From chocolate cake to Charlie and The Chocolate Factory's book. Something funny happens in the end...

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

Putting the problems and hardships aside, you could completely agree that raising two small Lupins was all fun. It was a blessing. Having two children that closely resembled their dad and constantly reminded you of him? Seeing their bright smiles and adorable faces everyday? You wouldn't change it with the world. Without a doubt.

Everytime you found a moment of silence to think about it, a feeling of pride would bloom and fill your insides. You felt like the luckiest mum in the world.

And wife, of course...

Speaking of the children, as much as your twins loved summer and its warm water-splashing days, autmn was currently their most favorite season.

Throughout the week, you would take them out to venture and stroll among the trees. They loved to fly magical kites, jump and dance into piles of colorful crunchy leaves and even help in the garden with you. Even at the times when the orchards at the backyard of your lovely cottage burst with apples, they would insist on going out to pick them.

Some other days they would sit in a corner and paint or stare out the window to watch the flocks of birds as they migrated to warmer places.

Oh and chocolate... it wasn't a want. It was a need. Necessity.

"... a day without chocolate is totally useless, mum. Believe us." They would always say in unison whenever you asked why they liked it so much.

Just like their dad.

(funny how none of your kids would reveal who taught them that term)

Beside all the fun, autmn was also a busy season for Remus and he had so much work to do. From teaching at Hogwarts to accomplishing missions for the Ministry of Magic. So weekends were something you always cherished and looked forward to.

And today was one of them.

You were on the couch, head resting against Remus's lap as he sipped from his tea. His free hand gently traced up and down your arm, causing all the tiredness to gradually fall away from you. You hummed delightfully and stared out the fogged up window, letting your fingers draw lazy patterns on his thigh as minutes passed in silence.

And what? Silence? It was odd.

The only sounds you could hear around you came from the crackling fire in the fireplace and the hammering rain that beat continously against the window.

So where were the other noises? Jumping around, running, yelling? Where were Hope and Hansel?

Remus had surely noticed that too. He brought your hand up and placed small kisses on your fingertips before asking in a low tone.

"Too quiet for a Sunday evening, aren't they?"

You shifted slightly, looking up at your man. "Uhm. I think they're still waiting for Sirius to take them out for a ride on his motorbike. Hansel told me about it this morning... Just wait until one of them notices the weather..."

As if on cue you heard footsteps from upstairs, which was followed by the hushed voice of your five year old daughter.

"Mummy, we finished feeding the owls."

"Told you." You smiled and got up from his lap, only to be stopped by his grip on your wrist. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, softly caressing your cheek.

"Let me take care of the kids, sweetheart. You've worn yourself out by working nonstop."

You shook your head quickly, placing a reassuring kiss on your husband's forehead. "No Remmy. I'm fine, honestly. You need to rest yourself. It was a pretty hard week for you."

By the time you approached the staircase, the twins were already there, barely containing themselves as they shuffled on their feet and caught their breaths.

You knelt down to be eye level with them. "Hmm, let me see, did you water your small plants too?"

"Yes mum. All of them." Hope nodded quickly.

"She even taught me how to make a magical wand." Your son added, handing you a small wand which was designed with tiny blossoms. They'd probably made it from the fallen branches they'd gathered in the morning. "Now where's uncle Padfoot?"

You put the handicraft aside and took their tiny hands, hesitating for a moment. "Oh sweeties, it's raining heavily outside. Uncle Padfoot couldn't make it here today. He didn't want you to catch a cold."

Their expression dropped, an exaggerated pout forming on their lips. "But he promised."

"I wanted to fly up with him. Above the clouds."

"He'll take you out next weekend. How about we do something else without going out?" You suggested hopefully, catching the kids' attention.

They looked at each other thoughtfully, seeming to ponder the idea in their pretty little heads and thinking what they could do right now. Suddenly Hope's face lit up with a new idea and she leaned forward to whisper it into his brother's ear. You gazed at somewhere in the space and pretended that you couldn't hear a word. Although they were merely a feet away from you.

"Hans, we can bake a cake."

"A cake?"

She nodded excitedly. "Yeah, full of chocolate, hmm?"

That was enough to make Hansel's face light up as well. A newfound source of energy was prominent on both of them. You chuckled amusedly. Lupins would never turn down a chocolatey offer.

"Can you, um, help us to bake a chocolate cake, mum?" Your daughter asked with hesitation, wrapping her arm around your neck. His brother followed suit.

"Please."

You felt two warm kisses on each of your cheeks and smiled at how they knew you wouldn't say no to them. Those adorable expressions could easily convince you. Your hands ruffled their golden-brown hair, causing them to giggle childishly. "All the chocolates are waiting for you in the kitchen. Let's go."

Sparks of excitement began to dance through their beautiful eyes. A loud hooray erupted in the house as they wasted no time to run towards the kitchen.

"They learned that from you." You pointed at your cheeks and winked at Remus before following the kids.

And that was the truth. Remus would give you a sweet little kiss and you'd do anything for him.

An hour later, the air around you was scented with the heavy rich smell of melting chocolate. The kitchen had turned into a total mess. Milk was splashed on the floor. The counter was covered with flour and the kids had painted each other's face with whipped cream. You just stood aside and watched with interest, occasionally helping them or flicking your wand to prevent them from hurting themselves. As long as they were happy and their faces were alight with fun and laughter, you didn't mind the mess at all.

Magic could fix it easily.

Besides, they could experience and explore new things.

Minutes later, Remus finished grading a few papers and came to stand next to you, his eyes widening noticeably at the scene he witnessed. He gazed sideways at you and raised a brow, his expression something between amused, shocked and apologetic. He tiptoed his way towards the kids and cautiously moved to avoid stepping on a broken egg or kick a spoon on the floor.

"Now now, lovely chefs, well done. Let's get you cleaned up."

He took the whisk and bowl from them and slowly helped them off the stools.

"But the cake isn't ready yet, dad." Hope stated, hastily wiping her chocolate-covered hand with the hem of her apron. As if she wanted to hide it from him.

"It almost is. All we need to do is-"

"Put it in there. What is it... oh, the oven." Hansel hopped up and down, pointing at somewhere on the other side of the kitchen.

"You're spot-on, little boy" Remus patiently took off their stained aprons and placed them on the table before fixing their clothes. "Close your eyes and count from three to one. Something magical is about to happen."

He exclaimed mysteriously and waved his hands in the air, knowing very well how the kids would burst with excitement and react to any hint of magic. Especially from him.

"Three... Two... One."

Remus snapped his fingers and, in that very same instant, all the stains and chocolate remainings vanished off from their clothes, two hazelnut truffles appeared in their small hands (as a reward) and a book flew down the stairs, landing in his own hand, causing both kids to gasp in surprise.

You took a glimpse of the book's title and it read Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. It was one of your favorite books. "Who wants to listen to Willy Wonka and little Charlie's marvelous tale? I didn't tell you that... but it's gonna be full of wonders and sweets in it."

"Who is Willy Wonka?" Your son asked curiously, munching on his sweet reward.

"He's magician with chocolate and candy, Hansel. He even owns the largest and most famous chocolate factory in the whole world." Remus explained patiently.

"What about Charlie?"

"Come on... hurry up. The time is ripe. Let me tell you all about him..." He guided them out of the kitchen to the very same couch you'd lounged on earlier. His velvety voice began to read the words as your kids sat on either side of their dad and listened intently. It was a lovely sight. Remus knew his way to their little hearts very well. He could read for hours and keep them stuck in the spot, asking for more.

Well, who could say no to that man whenever he offered to read with that voice of his?

You settled on cleaning up the kitchen and chuckled everytime you heard Hansel or Hope's comments and opinions about the book. They would laugh at some parts, feel sad for some others and even gasp out in disbelief when something fascinating happened.

"That's impossible!..."

"Oh poor Charlie. I'd share my chocolates with him..."

"I want a golden ticket too!..."

"A large castle made entirely of chocolate? All of it? He's unbelievable..."

Halfway through the book, the rain had eventually stopped and the dark clouds were parting ways in the sky. When you made sure that all the mess around you was tidied up, you went to check on the Lupins. They had finished eating their edible cake and well, just as you expected, the kids had no intention to go outside and leave their dad's side.

In fact they had awesome ideas to argue about.

They took turns, talking nonstop. As if the ideas would disappear if they didn't think out loud. Remus had a funny expression plastered on his face.

"We want to build a chocolate factory when we get old..."

"With a big big candy boat." Hope outstretched her arms to show how big she meant.

"Or a hot chocolate river, and a caramel waterfall..."

"...and a chewing gum that never loses its taste..."

"...what about marshmallow blankets, and um, ice creams that never melt. Mum, just think of it... you can keep it lying in the sun and it won't go runny..." Hansel shouted for you from afar as you sat on chair behind the counter. You nodded encouragingly, wondering at their wandering minds.

Everyday they would have a new imagination, entirely different from the previous ones. Just yesterday they wanted to build countless nests for birds and keep them warm, so they didn't need to migrate and fly too much.

"It's exhausting. They get tired." Was their reason.

Their eager suggestions continued, bringing you back to the moment.

"We'll put golden tickets in all the chocolate bars, so every kid can visit our wonderful factory!..."

"Dad, dad. Will you be our Willy Wonka? You're a magician too..."

"Well..." Remus's gaze shifted between the two kids indecisively, not knowing what to say to fulfill their fertile imagination.

Hansel suddenly seemed to come up with an idea as he leaned over to whisper something god knew what to Hope's ear, causing her to nod mischievously. "We can convince you, dad. Just wait."

With that they took off running up the stairs, leaving their dad flabbergasted and giving him no chance to reply. He cocked a brow and closed the book, raising from his seat to flop down on a chair across from you. All you could muster was a clueless shrug at his "How am I going to be convinced now?" question.

Wooden floor creaked above you and shortly after that, you saw something that made you clap your hand over your mouth to stifle your amused laugh. The kids were wearing two of Remus's oversized cardigans that covered their frames from head to toe. It was nearly falling off their shoulders, causing them to struggle with their steps as they descended the stairs. Their hair was disheveled, showing the hard efforts.

"Now you can't resist them anymore." You let your head hang low as you let out a hearty chuckle.

"What-?"

He turned around, his confusion turning into a delighted chortle. That was the truth. Remus always reveled in the idea of you wearing his knitted cardigans. Now it was adorably funny on your kids.

"How do we look, dad?"

"Oh! How am I supposed to say no to your pretty ideas now? Let's finish the book and see how we can build H&H's biggest chocolate factory in the whole universe."

Remus grabbed the wondrous book, but stopped for a moment to give you a wink. Just like you'd done earlier. A warm blush creeped up your cheeks as you heard his low whisper.

"They most certainly learned that one from you, sweetest thing."

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

[shigarakislittlepet]

im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin’ jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

[6okuto]

— random m4 thoughts/hcs

hellaur. i've been updating this randomly when i have a thought TM so have fun with my brain's silly little notes. um if ur like hm some of these notes are vague it's because i've semi-forgotten my characterization and i'm too lazy to reinstall and read rn #pog

i think someone should draw the m3/4 trying to fit in a photo booth. can we think about this. Can We Think?

um. anisa's hair reminds me of barbie in a mermaid tale so can we think about mermaid anisa maybe. can we give it a thought

^ anisa seeing a mermaid at the aquarium (??) places. wowzers!

personally i'm awesome and i would get anisa time at an all you can eat buffet with a bunch of different cultural foods because I Am Awesome and So Is She

i think all of them would sneak food into the movie theatre. maybe for different reasons but also who doesn't. for legal reasons this is a joke

all of them in kiss the chef aprons. think about it. for me? 🥺

rime discord ghost . felix discord status updater (or not online tbh. depends on your characterization if he's no socmed presence or he had internet access way too young)

rime has stupid good luck with gacha games and i hate him for it. can you hit hard pity please i hate you

^ i could not play my silly gacha games with felix or sage around me. someone is going to impulsively buy resource packs or do 3 10 pulls and it's going to be me. "you can get the money back later" STAY AWAY FROM ME!

i think someone should give anisa glowsticks. no particular reason i just like glowsticks and i think she deserves them

rime w piercings. idk how many times i must say this but i'm saying it again?

felix joins me on my statsforspotify / spotify data website semi-obsession <3 how niche is my music taste be honest <3 am i cool <3 ?

rime underdye

i'm 50% sure i've said this before but sage adding hashtags to his ig post like #gains #workout #clubbing Liek?3#!!_#? HELP

sage ironically getting one of those bells at dollarama that says ring for a hug/kiss and using it whenever you're in the same room. you tell him he can just ask and he says well he has to get his money's worth

i still stronglu believe there's group activities they need to do: laser tag, escape room, going to a trampoline park, etc etc. one of those horror escape rooms where there's a worker who like, hunts you or something. i think it would be fun and silly! one of the m4 is going to try to jumpscare the worker themself. someone is going to try breaking something they should not be touching in the first place.

[hqcult]

PERFECT ## oikawa tooru

the air of perfection surrounding you makes him sick. you're worse than the geniuses he hates

. tw misogny, predatory behavior, smut, noncon/dubcon, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, fingering . wc 1.2k

before his flight to argentina in a few months, oikawa made it a hobby to swing by his alma mater. 

iwa's too busy and he can't possibly bother his best friend when he's working so hard in college. so oikawa tooru goes alone. sometimes, he comes in early while the team's still there. maybe he'll even join matches for fun — coach irihata still has a soft spot for him, apparently. 

but most of the time he comes when the gym is empty; when there's an absence of the squeaking shoes and the ricocheting balls. it never fails to make his heart swell in nostalgia. ah, how he’ll miss this place terribly once he moves to argentina. 

something did change, though. 

oikawa wouldn't call it drastic but the first time he crashed their practice, he was all but pleasantly surprised to see the new aoba johsai manager. 

you were a pretty thing and the boys adore you a lot. you didn't look the type to apply as manager just to score an athlete boyfriend nor did you seem to have any other objective other than taking care of the team. oikawa can say as much because he could see how the new captain looks at you and the way you purposely try to keep things platonic. friendly. you don't let yahaba, or anyone in the team, go the extra mile for you.

and the fact that you can miraculously keep kyoutani in check is the cherry on top. while the said player is still rough around the edges, he learned how to listen to you and the last time kyoutani ever listened to anyone was months ago, when iwaizumi was still in the team. 

team morale is high when you're there to support them on the sidelines. in your white and turquoise tracksuit yet still managing to look attractive. yahaba's got quite the patience, if oikawa do say so himself. 

you were like some sort of goddess to them. it's sickening how dewy-eyed his ex-teammates would get whenever you smile and hand them their water bottles. it was too good to be true. you were too good to be true. there has got to be some sort of conspiracy behind this whole ordeal. 

"oikawa-san, i didn't think you'd be here at this hour."

he turns around at the sound of your voice. there you stood in casual clothes, hair tied up and face bare. with the harsh angles the moonlight created together with the poor lighting of the gym, you look normal. not an air of that perfection he’s always seen circulating around you. 

"how did you get in? only yahaba and i have the keys."

you saunter closer and it wasn't a wise move on your part. while you have aoba johsai as the same denominator, the alumnus was still practically a stranger. quick exchanges of acknowledgments aren't exactly sufficient to get to know someone. let alone be friends with. but you never once thought any of that. how naive.

he smiles as you finally stood next to him. you can't help the slight dread pool in your stomach at the sight of it. with his tall lean frame that can easily overpower you, the smile looked more ominous than friendly. 

"bold of you to assume i gave the keys back. why do you think shigeru had to duplicate them again for you?"

you didn't see it coming, the arm oikawa slings around your shoulders before pulling you flush against him. you would've lost your balance if you hadn't clutched the lapels of his coat. 

"can it be…" his plush lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispers. "our little secret, cutie?"

warning bells are going off in your head. it tells you to run and stay the fuck away from him but you did nothing of the sort, had only forced a polite smile and swiftly ducked around to get his arm off you. 

this is oikawa tooru we're talking about. 

yeah, you know he's quite the ladies man but you doubt he'd go... that far, especially if he knows the person's uncomfortable. not to mention, you're part of the volleyball team! you're managing his past team. surely, maybe, the familial bond extended to you too despite only joining their little family this year. you were just being paranoid. you were reading into it too much. 

"uhm, yes. of-of course."

oikawa does have to admit, seeing little miss perfect stutter and avert her eyes from him did wonders to his ego. well, now you don't look anything like the goddess his ex-team worships. you're not exuding the same level of confidence or reliability that you always carry yourself with. you look unsure of yourself. powerless in the face of real dominance. 

"why are you here?"

"i…" is it really wise for you to say why? "i forgot the team's record notebook in the girl's locker room. i need to pass a summary of it to coach tomorrow.”

oikawa smiles, eyes comically lighting up in excitement before slinging a heavy, oppressive arm around you again. "ooh, i'll come with!"

you walk with shoulders slightly folded in and the ex-captain likes you like this. all meek and submissive. he daresay you look prettier compliant and not like a self-entitled princess who thinks she shouldn't bother being romantically involved with an athlete. he still thinks you were bitchy and idiotic for friend zoning yahaba of all people. he thought you should be very thankful for getting noticed by his junior. 

but oh well, at least oikawa gets to have a go. 

to witness firsthand what the fuss about you is all about.

you wanted to shrug his arm away and he knows that but he won't do it. the fact that you're struggling to even speak up about it makes him smirk. see, now you know your place. as you should. sometimes, girls like you who get silly little ideas in their head should be reminded of where they truly stand in the food chain. oikawa is more than glad to be the one reminding you. 

you told him to wait outside while you sauntered into the girls' locker room and oikawa smiles that innocent smile before nodding. 

a prey really shouldn't have turned her back on a predator.

just as you picked up your blue notebook on the bench, the resounding lock of the door clicking shut sounded too loud in a closed-off space. "oikawa—'

"you know, i'd really appreciate if we drop formalities. i think screaming tooru while i fuck you sound way better. makes things more intimate, dontcha think?"

he was onto you before you even got the chance to turn around. the notebook you were holding drops to the ground as he grabs hold of your wrists, his leg swiping at your ankles to tackle you to the ground. he's quick. the floor is hard and cold when your back crashes into it. you wince, the shock of what's happening yet to register in your system. never before thinking that this sort of thing will happen to you.

oikawa isn't as cruel or disgusting as you think. you were both legal adults. he knows. after all, he was there when the team decided to throw you a surprise birthday party on your 18th. he was also there from around the corner, eavesdropping when yahaba pulled you aside and confessed his feelings to you and you had the fucking audacity to turn him down. 

he doesn't want to call this revenge, not when he'd still do it whether or not shigeru had confessed. 

you were from a different breed of people. worse than geniuses. you are so disgustingly perfect in every sense of the word that it's so fucking unfair. it fueled jealousy more severe than he ever felt from tobio or ushiwaka. 

because people aren't perfect. people aren't meant to be perfect. even oikawa himself is far from it so why should you be any different from him? you're nothing special. you're ordinary just like him. you don't deserve it. you're not even working hard enough like oikawa to fucking deserve it!

you were red in the face when he took a good look at your pinned form underneath him. your eyes are glossy but held fierce contempt as you meet his gaze, your lips sealed shut in a straight line. you were trying to hold yourself back from crying and it only fuels the fire of his anger. 

"what, think i'm not worth your tears?" he growls, a hand coming up to pull your hair. he sits atop you, his legs pinning yours down as he straddles your hips. "think you're so high and mighty that you won't cry for your oh so dependable oikawa-san?" he purposely makes his voice high-pitched like a girl, copying you spitefully. 

"that’s fine, i can give you a real reason to cry."

he rips your flimsy shorts off and ogles at your cute panties. pink with little bows? how innocent. 

his large hand covers your mouth, the heavy pressure keeping your head in place as his other hand cups your sex. the heat of his palms makes you squirm. already simulating the sensitive nerves and you poorly try shaking your head in denial. because no no no your body shouldn't be enjoying it!

"ou're a real piece of work, (name)-chan," he starts, voice conversation as he nudges your underwear aside, the flat of his thumb drawing lazy circles against your bare clit. "why pretend you don't like it? it's okay to accept pleasure from ordinary people like me. you're plain and average at best too, you know."

with both his hands occupied, you can freely try pushing him away but it's futile. he's too strong and your head is starting to ache with how hard he's pressing it against the floor. 

his blissful expression peeves you out entirely. he doesn't look regretful in the slightest. "you should really get off of that high horse, cutie. stop pushing me away. silly little girls like you belong like this, underneath a capable and powerful man to protect you."

you pant, the ministrations on your clit too good but you don't let it blind you. 

"fuck yo—"

but oikawa doesn't let you finish. he swoops in for a kiss, a hand holding your jaw firmly in place so you can't bite him. a particular hard nudge on your clit makes you gasp instinctively and his tongue invades your mouth. he's a good kisser. so damn skilled from all the girls he's kissed before you. maybe if circumstances had been different, you'd have butterflies in your stomach. 

"aw," he coos against your lips. "i see. little miss perfect wants me to fuck her? how cute."

you thrash and squirm, a pathetic sneer on your face as he holds you down with ease. all it takes is one firm hold against your shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, kissing and suckling at your skin until they turn purple and red. he placed them in positions he knows you can never cover even with the official aoba johsai uniform. why would you cover them anyway? you should wear his hickeys with confidence! it's the one evidence to show he even bothered himself with you so you should be grateful to him!

"let go of me, you jer—!"

"i don't think i'll suck on your tits today, cutie. no time. let's get to the fucking already then, yeah?" 

you absolutely hate his voice. it's the signature high-pitched and childlike tone partnered with that goofy smile of his. a facade he always wears when dealing with other people. a show he's mastered to an artform. he looks awfully unbothered by how wrong this is and it chills you to the bone. 

"oikawa-san—please—"

"i told you it's tooru!" he whines, pouting. "how many times do i have to tell you?"

panic seizes you when his ankles hook around your legs to force them open. he hears none of your pleas and shoves two long fingers up your pussy. there's a slight stinging feeling as he looks for that one spot that'll make you succumb, make you admit defeat. 

"if you want my dick inside this pussy you better call me by my given name or you won't cum, baby girl~" he says in a sing-song tone.

"who the fuck told you i wanted your—shit."

your toes curl and your back arches when his fingers grazed around a certain area. you didn't have time to feel betrayed by your body's reaction as the man on top of you chuckles condescendingly, angling his fingers so he hits the spot in every single thrust. "you like that, don't you? you like what my fingers are doing."

"no!"

"no?" oikawa repeats, measured. with a flick of his wrist, he has his thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive nerves of your puffy clit again and he watches you writhe, lose yourself to pleasure, moaning and whining so wantonly under him. "but cutie, i don't think that's what your body is telling me."

you cringe in disgust when his hot tongue laps at the falling tears in your eyes before whispering against your ear. breathy, and desperate, and ever so patronizing. you don't hear the zipper of his pants going down, nor did you realize he wasn't even bothering to hold you down anymore. good. that's a good start. baby steps, oikawa thinks. for someone who sat in a make-shift throne worshipped by hormonal teen athletes for so long, serving the one great king will be a huge reset for you. 

when he enters, it's a tight fit. of-fucking-course you're a virgin. always staying true to that little miss perfect reputation, huh? sweet and gorgeous but humble and demure. you probably had the same shitty old school belief of staying pure 'till marriage. it makes him harder, makes his length throb and ache with the desire to taint, to soil, to fuck you until that good girl image is stripped away and all you can think about in every waking moment of your useless life is your tooru's big fat cock. your pure lips only producing the most sinful of words to satiate his deepest desires—"fuck me hard, tooru!" "make me your whore, tooru!" "i want to feel all of you, tooru!" "i want your cock so bad, tooru! please please please!"

your longing cries of defeat, the lewd sound of skin slapping, oikawa's pornographic moans—it's a wicked symphony crafted by prodigies. "go on, cutie. cry for me. cry, and cry, and cry, 'til you don't have anything left inside you but your sorry tears and my cum!"

little miss perfect? no. you're his little cockwhore.

[babu-haitani]

Hey Babu! Does this ask still count for the 900 event thing? Idk, you could delete this later if you don't want to answer it.

My personality:

I'm a procrastinator. I always do things last minute or either not at all. The reason why I rarely do homework in school 😝.

I'm a very bubbly person. Like I can't stay put in place cause I get bored too easily. When in class I always go to my friends sit and bother them with my teasing. When I'm bored at home I will go to my parents and just ask some stupid stuff. Nothing harmless. I also don't like seeing my love one sad so I always tries to cheer them up cause I feel like it's my responsibility? Idk it's a pride thing.

I'm also very affectionate. I love hugging and giving kiss to my family and close ones. Some of my friends says I'm weird for this but oh well. However, I only do this to people I trust/love. If it's a total stranger, yeah no. I'm more reserved.

This is quite embarrassing but I can't talk to boys. I always get nervous when a boy start talking to me so I always raise my voice a bit higher to sound intimidating but I never look them in the face, usually I look sideways. I think this probably because I have been sexually harassed when I was a child.

Ok this is quite fun for me. People first view of me usually as this hard working student as I have a resting bitch face. Then when they talk to me they thought of me as this naive, innocent lazy students cause of my bubbliness. My bestie however, yeah I'm a total dirty mind bitch 😂. Like I'm the one who scares their innocence by telling them about some fics I read and some kinks I found. I always tell dirty jokes to people I'm really really close with. I'm the reason why my best friends are more open to their fantasies towards me. Guilty as charge.

Hobbies:

Drawing. Yeah I know very basic. I usually draw anime styles and I draw people a lot. I'm a traditional artist who use markers as their medium.

Reading. I only read manga nowadays but I do enjoy reading books. And fanfic. I like drama, comedy and action genre the most. I however do NOT like romance genre. Drama and romance are different things my friend.

Sleeping. A nice hobby I must say.

Watching anime. I'm a full time weeb. I do like other animate shows. I prefer to watch series than movies cause I feel like with series you could explain more about the story. And yeah animate film is superior than real life films.

Ideal Date:

Whenever I think of date I usually imagine going outside. So I would love to go to an amusement park as a date. We could ride the rides they offer, play some games, going inside a haunted house even though I'm a scaredy cat and anything you do at an amusement park. I also would love if me and my date could get matching accessories as gifts during our dates. And also eat some food there. Like cotton candy and stuff. Then at the end we would take some pictures to remember the memory.

I would also love an aquarium date. 1) the place is cold so I don't have to worry about me getting sweaty. 2) It's a relaxing date but still a fun date in my opinion. Just looking at the fishies there and make fun of some weird fishes. Also me being me, jokes about wanting to eat the fishes😂. And we could also learn some new things so win-win on education and fun!

I ship you with... (WARNING!! 18+ ;)))

For some fucking reason...you go well with Draken

I know Draken is much more on the serious side but maybe the reason why I see you with him is that you remind me of Mikey which is adorable <3

Draken is your personal Alarm Clock and No I don't mean he goes and yells like a fucking chicken, NO!

What I mean is he goes to set alarms on his phone so he can remind you through messages or calls that you need to do something so you won't procrastinate.

If you're bored and you're with him? He's patient in not lashing out and telling you how stupid you are because of your stupid questions. He is a patient man.

You're number one supporter about your drawing hobby but he doesn't show it though, he is subtle about it but he shows it by sticking them on his wall <3

You also learned not to tell Dirty Joke with Draken cause he tends to tease you.

LITTLE SCENARIO: You were in Toman's Reunion and are bored as hell, you kept on playing with your boyfriend's hand as he talks with his friends, and Baji who is your partner in crime saw how bored you are. "Hey Y/N!" He called out to you, every single one of the Captains and Vice-Captains stopped talking and turned to look at both of you, including Draken. "Hmm?" You hummed as you continue on playing with Draken's wristband and ring. "What's the difference between kinky and Perverted?" Baji asked. "Oi Baji! Stop asking Y/N inappropriate questions!" Mitsuya scolded. As for Draken, he saw how your face changed into a mischievous expression. He knows where this is going. "Well...Kinky is when you tickle your girlfriend with a feather while perverted is when you use the whole bird" You smiled innocently, Baji let out a disgusting laugh and you followed. Draken could only palm his face, the others laughing along with both you and Baji. The tall man stood up from his seat, dragging you to stand up. "We'll be right back" Draken noted before dragging you away. "Get that D, Y/N!!" Baji yelled, Nahoya whistling and Mitsuya slapping both their heads. "Draken! The party isn't over yet!" You whined, You saw Draken loosen his tie. "I don't care, you're going to continue your dirty jokes inside the car" He hissed, you felt your face heat up as you looked at his hand that was connected with yours. "Y-Yes, sir..." ;-)

[emsvegetables]

okay but like i screamed when i saw your requests are open, ( after reading the pregnancy hcs ) if it's fine with u - you can totally not do this if you don't like it - may i request headcanons with the same boys you did with the pregnancy hcs but with their father-daughter/son relationship with them headcanons? i'm a sucker for those HAHA. thank you again if you ever consider, love ♡♡

“okay but like i screamed when i saw your requests are open, ( after reading the pregnancy hcs ) if it's fine with u - you can totally not do this if you don't like it - may i request headcanons with the same boys you did with the pregnancy hcs but with their father-daughter/son relationship with them headcanons? i'm a sucker for those HAHA. thank you again if you ever consider, love ♡♡”

AHHH OFC!!!! hi @karasunology this is for you, you’re so sweet!!!!! hope you like these <33!!!! i’m not sure if i interpreted it correctly fifkfjrrj i rewrote this THREE TIMES FIEIDIFIF also i made the child a daughter haha hope that’s okay!!!

Oikawa:

* he’ll love his child SO much!!!!!!!!

* anyway he’s REALLY excited for little (Y/N) to come out!!!!!!!

* he’s with you throughout the entire birth process, and he tries his best not to cry when you curse him and say that you’re never having a baby with him again.

* AHAHAHAHA ITS SO PAINFUL BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW THAT LMAO

* and when she pops out of the womb?

* he is CRYING and calling Iwaizumi to tell him how cute she looks.

* “IWA-CHAN!!!!! SHE’S SO CUTE AND—“

* Iwaizumi hangs up on him LOL

* but afterwards he’s softly running his fingers through your hair after it’s all over, and telling you that he loves you.

* but anyways the Seijoh third years come to visit little (Y/N) every weekend and they always bring so much things for her to play with!!!!

* but it’s obvious Iwaizumi is little (Y/N)’s favourite uncle LOL

* she looks like she LIKES Iwaizumi more than Oikawa AHAHAH

* she’ll crawl to him and always reach for him and he’ll happily hug her!!! Oikawa is SO jealous lmaoooo

* but when little (Y/N) can start walking and talking, MAN.

* Oikawa is instantly teaching her how to play volleyball!!!!

* he’s teaching her how to set, and how to receive balls!!!

* her uncles come over to play with her every weekend and you find it really cute, when you poke your head out into the backyard and see four grown men cooing over your little girl!!!!

* but she grows up to love spiking more thanks to her uncle Iwaizumi!!!!!!

* Oikawa’s VERY salty about that LMAOOO but he’ll set to her all the time to practice!!!

* he and her are the total power team!!!

* he’ll go to ALL her games and he’ll happily point her out to you when you’re looking for her!

* and when she gets a spike in??

* “YOU GO GIRL!!!! MAKE YOUR FATHER PROUD!!!!”

* he’s also a super supportive father!!!!

* but he’ll draw a line at relationships AHAHA

* he’ll know how disgusting high school boys are (CONSIDERING HOW HE WAS AHAH) and he’ll gather the Seijoh third years and scare that boy away.

* Matsukawa is the scariest bc he actually is really intimidating HAH.

* and Hanamaki manages to scare them away bc he threatens MURDER AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

* but anyway your daughter has to BEG him to stop after he scares the seventh boy away.

* you just laugh as he tries to make excuses to what he did.

Kuroo:

* aw this man!!!!!!

* i’ve said before in a previous hc, i THINK his parents had some sorta tension between them and hence he had to live with his grandparents.

* so growing up, he never really had active parents in his life!!! so he’s promising himself that he’s going to treat you and little (Y/N) right.

* and when little (Y/N) comes out of the womb!!!!! he’s SO SO SO happy, and he’s smiling so widely and tears are rolling down his cheeks.

* he’s praising you on how well you did during the entire process, and he’s kissing your forehead and saying how proud he is of you.

* but he’s SO SO SO HAPPY!!!! and he’s immediately telling Kenma and the third gym squad!!!!!!

* okay but Kenma occasionally pops over to your house every few weeks to give little (Y/N) toys and stuff, and you have to tell him to STOP bc he’s spending so much money!!!!!

* ZRIEOTKGK

* but Bokuto, Akaashi and Tsukishima also come over to play with little (Y/N)!!!!

* it’s obvious her favourite is Akaashi, bc he’s the most gentle with her, and she’s always crawling up to him and hitting his thighs.

* Bokuto always goes into emo mode whenever she choose Akaashi over him LOL

* anyway.

* he’s teaching little (Y/N) volleyball when she can stand up and walk!!!

* and he’s such a big influence on her life that she actually ASPIRES to be a middle blocker just like him!

* he always brings you to all her games when the both of you can make it, and occasionally the third gym squad will make an appearance too!!!!

* when she blocks the other team????

* there’s two people screaming on the second floor.

* “THATS MY DAUGHTER!!!”-kuroo

* “WOOOO GOOOO LITTLE (Y/N)!!!”-bokuto

* Akaashi and Tsukishima just exchange looks like: wtf is wrong with them.

* he’s also a really, really supportive father.

* he’s so close to her, and he really understands her so well, just like how he understands you.

* he’ll let her talk to him about anything, but he also knows when to give her space to work out her problems when she needs to!!!

* overall super supportive.

* REALLY GREAT FATHER.

* though he gets a TAD protective when little (Y/N) starts to talk about her boyfriend to the both of you.

* but he trusts her!!!! so it’s all good!!!!!

Kenma:

* ahhh!!! he’s actually prepared for little (Y/N) to come out.

* like.

* he’s already bought all the stuff needed for babies, and he’s already put it in the room.

* and when your water breaks??? he’s bringing you to the hospital, with a very calm face, because he’s researched on what to do and he made sure to get the BEST doctor on your case!

* and when little (Y/N) comes out?

* he’s so proud, and you see this lone tear slide down his cheek, and he’s pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead, before pressing one to your lips, and telling you that he loves you so much.

* anyway he immediately tells Hinata what happened, and after Hinata jokes about little (Y/N) not being named after him, he congratulates the both of you through the speaker!!

* Kuroo finds out a few minutes later, after Hinata hangs up and Kenma texts him, and he also congratulates you happily, and berates Kenma over not telling him first AHAHAH

* N E WAYS

* Kenma. is literally and figuratively A SUGAR DADDY TO LITTLE (Y/N).

* this guy???

* a new toy shows up in a parcel outside the house EVERY day, and you have to PLEAD him to stop buying little (Y/N) presents when the drawers start to overflow AHAHA

* Kenma merely shrugs, and gets another cupboard built in the room to store more toys, and shoots a small smile at you when you sigh.

* “i have money to spare, babe.”

* “WE HAVE TOO MUCH TOYS, KO.”

* tbh he won’t teach volleyball to (Y/N), bc he’s lazy AHAHA

* BUT when she inevitably picks it up thanks to her uncles Kuroo and Hinata, he’s cursing them silently in his head when your daughter asks him to play with her.

* he will not be able to refuse her and he’ll actually play with her until SHE’S tired, bc he loves her so much!!!!

* she ends up wanting to be a setter, and he teaches her all his hacks and techniques to get out of practice if she’s tired AHAHA

* he’ll try his best to make it to all her games, and he won’t shout whenever she scores, but instead grip your hands really tightly and mumble a cheer under his breath.

* he’s a really chill dad, tbh.

* like, he’ll never scold your daughter if she’s in the wrong.

* all the discipline is up to you AHAHAH

* he also doesn’t get worked up over her having her boyfriend over for dinner, and instead asks the boy what games he plays.

* the protectiveness gets handed over to uncle Kuroo!!!!!!! who’s instantly firing a barrage of questions at the poor boy.

* “stop it, Kuro.”

* “BUT KENMA, this boy is trying to make his moves on little (Y/N)!!!!”

Sugawara:

* aw HES SUCH A SWEET GUY.

* he’s so PUMPED for little (Y/N)’s delivery.

* and when your little baby pops out???

* this guy is CRYING.

* tears are rolling down his cheeks and he’s SMILING so much as he holds little (Y/N) in his arms.

* he’s SO happy, and he’s telling you that straight to your face as you lie back down on the hospital bed.

* he’s pressing a soft kiss on your cheek before he’s texting the Karasuno group chat WIDIFIFIR

* they’re all so happy!!! and they swarm into the hospital like the maniacs they are to see little (Y/N).

* but when your baby can walk and talk???

* you BET that the entire team is coming to your house EVERY weekend to play volleyball with her.

* little (Y/N) ends up loving Nishinoya the most, and he excitedly teaches her the ROLLING THUNDER move, but Sugawara scolds him when she rolls wrongly and ends up with a gash on her cheeks.

* Nishinoya is BANNED from returning to your house AHAHA KDG

* okay she ends up being a libero like her favourite uncle!!

* and whenever she has a match?

* the ENTIRE team is going there to cheer her on.

* i’m not even lying.

* she’ll save a ball, and all her middle-aged uncles start screaming and cheering, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

* Sugawara and Daichi have to calm them down AHAHAHAH.

* but when she undergoes changes and starts getting male attention???

* man Tanaka and Nishinoya are NOT going to let that happen.

* they’ll be protecting her like how they protected Shimizu AHAHA

* but the most scariest is HER DAD, SUGAWARA KOSHI.

* he’ll smile widely at the boy who your daughter brings home, and that smile is the scariest you’ve seen on his face.

* AHAHAH the poor boy’s TERRIFIED of Sugawara LMAO

Asahi:

* OH!!! this pure, sweet man.

* he’s so SHOCKED when your water breaks.

* he’ll be running around the house and freaking out AHAHA and you have to call the ambulance yourself LOL

* and when little (Y/N) pops out????

* he’s CRYING.

* he’s SOBBING.

* he’s SHAKING.

* he’s so scared!!!! what if your baby doesn’t like him?????

* he’s instantly texting the third years at Karasuno for help LOL

* but they tell him to chill and just hold the baby in his arms!!!

* and he starts to cry again AHAHAH

* but anyway your baby will have the CRAZIEST UNCLES.

* literally your baby is showered with LOVE AND AFFECTION by the entire Karasuno team!!!!!!

* your baby’s favourite is Daichi!!! bc he’s the gentlest with her, and she’ll always wiggle out of Asahi’s arms to go to Daichi.

* ANY WAY

* she ends up being a wing spiker like her father!!!!!

* Asahi’s so proud he starts to cry AGAIN.

* but whenever she has a match????

* the entire team is going AHAHAH

* Nishinoya and Tanaka ARE SCREAMING when she gets a spike in.

* Asahi will just tear up bc he’s so PROUD.

* oh and Asahi’s the MOST SUPPORTIVE DAD.

* he’s always letting her do whatever she wants!!!!!

* and he supports everything that she does!!!!!

* and when she brings a boyfriend home???

* tbh he’s totally fine with that, bc his baby is all grown up, after all.

* but the boy’s scared bc of Asahi’s LOOKS AHAHAHAHAHAH

* your daughter has to tell him to smile more bc her boyfriend is scared of her father’s face AHAHAHAHAH

JRRKFKFK HI IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU WANTED FIRIFIFI i tried my best to write this!!! i hope it’s okay!!!!!!!!

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can I have child saniwa and shokudaikiri, daihannya, and ookurikara headcanons? sorry, you can tell I have a Complete Bias to the osafune swords and the dategumi ww. thanks! (child saniwa has so much potential though- how did they get into government shenaniganry? why were they picked above all else? they pull this in the live action movie but idk if it's adequately explained in universe. you don't gave to answer these questions, I'm just thinking out loud ww thanks again!!)

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REXYYYY HAVE I EVER MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU BECAUSE I DOOOOOOOOOO. anyway pls take my love. Y’all, Rexy does fics as well! I love their mind and they made a lil fic about the child!saniwa headcanons I’ve done before. PLEASEEE give Rexy some love~<3

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada

“I’m Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, I-” “...”

“A little one!”

Micchan is a kind soul, he bends down to the height of the little one - who may be terrified of his eye patch or see him as amazing. He’s a pirate! Yeah sure he’ll be whatever the fuck this little one wants, this is his child now. He treats the little one with such gentleness.

If they ever touch the burnt part of his face, his eye that no longer works - he’ll flinch. He’ll flinch, and maybe this kid will notice? If they pull away, Micchan will apologize. He was just surprised that’s all. But their hands are so small, so pudgy and soft, unlike his own oh so scarred and cracked in places. Maybe he’ll compare his larger hands to them, let them rest it in his palm and marvel at his fingers and how big he is. Maybe the lil one calls his hands beautiful despite the scarring.

Anyway back to the happiness. Micchan cooks for everyone in the citadel but for the little one he makes special care to make their dishes as cute as possible. Their apples are bunnies now, their pancakes are elephants, everything is cute now! But he also sneaks things into their meals that is healthy. Like making their chicken pot pie with vegetables, cut up so small that they won’t notice or something.

Nightmares come to everyone. But to this little one who probably has more than a child should at their age, it’s Micchan to the rescue. Mitsu’s room is found pretty close to theirs and he’s already somewhat of a light sleeper so the minute he here’s a sniffle, he’s awake and there to comfort them.

Will also be found crying as they interact with the rest of the Dategumi. Tsuru he trusts the most around them, going back to the Tsuru and Child Saniwa headcanons I made, Tsuru is rather gentle around the little one. Micchan trusts everyone with the kid but Tsuru just....I don’t know how to say it, he feels for the kid more, I suppose.

One day the lil one draws a picture, holding hands with Micchan and Tsuru - a family picture of them and the Dategumi. Expect Micchan to stuff that picture into an omamori and cry about it every day.

Yes Micchan caves under their pouty face and puppy eyes in the end, but he is rather stern when he wants to be. He keeps them on their toes, in a way. He ensures that they study on time, is always there - basically just a mom.

Yes Shokudaikiri is a busy man but he always makes time to spend with the little one, just to hold them close or just exist.

Head pats. Hugs. Micchan SO AFFECTIONATE. Ruffles their hair, forehead kisses, whatever this kid wants.

Oh Micchan, like Tsuru, is fucking ready to fight the government. Probably will poison their damn food for making this little kid fight.

Daihannya Nagamitsu

“It is quite a pleasure to meet you-”

“...”

“Ah! A young one!”

See, Daihannya, like Mitsu, will bend down to their height and make himself known. He’s a gentleman through and through, with a sweet smile that charms the pants off of them, calling them a nickname from their real name, or whatever title they prefer. They are his master and he will call them whatever they wish!

A mental image that warms my heart is the idea of Daihannya taking the kid away from a stressful day and just...sitting in his lap and painting something. Or just playing with his hands, or finger painting, or writing, or whatever. Daihannya appreciates creativity in all forms, whatever makes the kid happy!

Like Micchan above, if the lil saniwa makes a picture of him and them holding hands and have it like a family photo, Daihannya found framing it, making several copies, shoving it into an omamori, and just showing it off to EVERYONE. He’s that one dad who shoves like 60 pictures of his kid into his wallet and pulls it out like receipts whenever someone asks about his kid.

Daihannya isn’t much of a chef but he will at least try to cook something for them. He is the kinda dude who takes note of whatever the hell they like to eat though and keeps snacks for them hidden in his pockets somewhere.

Despite all this, I think that the above headcanons are for more the Daihannya that gets closer to the lil kid. He does care for them, but is rather distant about it at first. He does care, but is more so along the lines of first getting to know them. He teases and makes them laugh yes, but he doesn’t initiate much physical affection compared to like Tsuru or Azuki or Micchan. He’ll give them a head pat and say, “You did great,” but that’s where it ends.

As time goes on however, Daihannya will warm up to them. It’s rather strange. Yes he leaves out little treats for them outside of their door and whatnot but his smiles become more and more genuine as time goes on. He’ll begin to spend more time with the little one, who he slowly dotes on. Think of it as someone who isn’t against the parental role but slowly grows into it over time.

Anyway Daihannya can and will give the kid piggyback rides if they ask. He isn’t a monster.

He’s rather teasing to the little one in a way? Will be the one adult who holds treats out of their damn reach and chuckles as they jump and try to reach it- NO DON’T CLIMB ON THE SHELVES, HE’S SORRY, HE’LL GIVE IT TO THEM.

Daihannya is a bit lazy at times. So if anything he’ll invite the little one to nappy with him! Sometimes nappys are just what you need mAN.

When Daihannya becomes full parent of this little kid, expect him to casually and snidely threaten the government. “Oh ho, sending a little one out on such a dangerous job like this huh? Naughty naughty...I outta punish you.” what are you kikkou

Oookurikara

“....”

“......”

“........”

Why is there a child here? Why is this child their master? Where is everyone else? Oh God. Mitsutada? Sada??? Tsuru? HELP. Okay but there is no doubt that the kid is a lil bit terrified of Kara. Kara naturally has a rather intimidating aura. He knows how to curb himself around kids, no swearing and all, but he’s a bristly sort of man. He won’t bend down to their level to greet them or anything, maybe just brush past them. He’ll greet them, almost silently.

He isn’t as physically affectionate as Micchan or even Daihannya. He’ll reserve the affection for much more private times. Even then it’ll be sparse! His affection is just a mere head pat and maybe a simple, “You did good.” than anything.

Now, Ookurikara does have a bit of a softspot for kids and animals, he really does care about Taikogane, even if it’s sporadic. He’ll give a soft smile to the lil kid before turning away, denying that he ever did such a thing. It’s rather tsundere like in a way, or more perhaps kuudere?

Like Daihannya, Oourkikara will leave out snacks for them with a note. Compared to Daihannya’s notes which are like: “For you, master~!” and signed with his name, Kara’s little notes are just, “Master’s” and that’s it. Often kept somewhere where he knows the other tantous won’t take them or ‘accidentally’ eat them.

Daihannya will leave snacks at their room, with a knock and a smile, but Kara leaves them snacks with a soft knock and then leaves. He won’t wait for them to thank him.

As time goes on, Kara doesn’t open up per say. He does in his own way. He begins to tolerate the saniwa and their lil self, but more or less as they become more ingrained into his life he’ll notice things a lil bit more. Kara is already pretty damn observant despite how cold he is to people and he knows some things that the little kid likes. Maybe they’ll get a surprise gift after a long hard day?

Ookurikara is not good for comfort. One day this little kid stumbles into his room and he doesn’t know what to do. All he does is listen, rubs their back gently, and just stay there. However awkward it may be. They fall asleep on him and he carries them back to their room, curling them up in a blanket.

If they ask for him to stay, he awkwardly will, holding their tiny little hand. They’re a kid, Sada-chan takes warfare in stride despite the fact he...well, is Sada-chan and has been through is fair share of stride. But this little saniwa? Oh, they don’t deserve this.

When the morning comes, Ookurikara is gone but in his place are a small batch of snacks - their favorite, he knows, he’s seen how they light up when Micchan gives that to them. Did he make it himself? He won’t tell.

Over all, it’s very hard for the little saniwa to get to know Ookurikara, despite his penchant for hiding snacks and candy for them in his pockets. It takes a long time but he’ll warm up to them in the end. He’ll deny it but he’s already taking pot shots at the government officials who allowed this to happen.