#instead give you big kiths

[rottentricks]

Can we give your Jax candy in exchange of chin scratches? 👀

Jax in general doesn't mind sweet-related goodies, however he rather not get tooth ache so chin scratches are always acceptable! (if feeling down, he'll allow but it's rare)

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae, heres the next one for hyuka! (Cos i just saw a clip of hyuka with his new black hair n in a black shirt, and its like cos now hyuka is buff buff, i was thinking mayb smth abt his chest? hyuka x reader!

basically reader is bffs with tubatu, but well hyuka has a crush on reader! reader has mentioned before that her type is men who exercises and have big titties(if u read my tyun pillow fic you would know what i mean🤭)

whenever reader is around tubatu, she will never fail to mention abt how tyuns chest is getting bigger and will joke abt how he should drop his workout routine. But hyuka didnt take it as a joke, so he actually asked tyun for help on building his titties. So after few mths of training, reader finally notices that hyuka’s titties are growing and that sends her on a conflicting journey, because shes never seen hyuka in that way before. But thanks to his titties now reader is looking in hyuka’s way…

trying to play it off cool and not freak out, reader jokes and asked whether hyuka’s builded chest was meant for her, and well hyuka told her the truth and agreed. which she was stunned(this is clearly inspired cos of that gym pic of hyuka n his chest ofc)

things escalated and well now reader is riding hyuka, hands on his big titties as support (smut: tittie play(reader sucks on hyukas nipples, hyuka does the same for reader, tittie fuck, hyuka asking reader to sit on his face , idk what else but please include as much as u want, these are just my ideas of ehat could happen hehe)

hopefully this is good🥺 love u my love💗(once again do this after ur yj fic if u want unless ure hit with inspiration again😭) i’ll come back soon, kith kith💋

• GAINS AND GLORY

HK 002 .F22 2024

wc 3.3k

pairings buff!hyuka x reader

warnings tits play (both ends receiving), multiple marking (scratching and hickeys), unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note the asks be rotting on my inbox, I'm sorry omg 😭 but here it is, coz they're hunting me at my FYP AHAHAHA! Although I see Kai as a softie (the reason why I still incorporated fluff elements in this fic), I think I still love this one, omg! For tho who are waiting for Hyuka's fic, I present to you, Gains and Glory! Please enjoy! 🙂‍↕️

"How is that even possible? Are you cheating? You're most probably cheating!" You frowned after being beaten for the nth time by Taehyun in the game you're playing. Taehyun proceeded to flex both of his arms and laughed at you.

"I don't wanna play with you anymore!" you complained, "Kai! Come here, come play the game with me instead! I don't wanna play with Taehyun anymore!" You called for Kai and the youngest scrambled towards the couch you were sitting on.

"Give the controller to Hyuka, I hate you." You pouted at Taehyun. Taehyun handed the controller to Hyuka and he attacked you with tickles.

"Soobin! Can you grab this man? Wait -- wait!" He was tickling you so much and you were thrashing around causing him to flex his muscles.

You have been friends with the five of them. Despite their very busy schedule, they always find time to at least spend a day with you. Or even a week if their schedules were a bit loose. Every weekend, you would find yourself in their dorm. Laughing, eating, playing, sleeping. Name anything that friends do, and you're sure you would have done it with them.

They never complained about having you around, if anything, they were thankful because, at least once a week, they could refresh their mind and unwind. And your favorite time? It was when you and Soobin baked cookies together. When you and Yeonjun stroll the streets to take some Instagrammable pictures. When you and Beomgyu spent time quietly - which was ironic because you two are the loudest when together - with arts; either painting or drawing. When you and Taehyun would watch exercise videos together, obviously with him exercising while you laze around, sprawled on the couch. And when you and Kai were together, you guys would end up shopping for plushies even though he had millions of them already.

Other people tend to look at you with judging eyes. They even talked about how you were giving the 'pick-me-girl vibe' which you and the guys often laughed about. You were their friend even before they debuted and your mind never wandered beyond being anything more than friends with them -- or so you thought, yeah.

"Back from the gym again?" You felt a presence behind you while you were cooking dinner. You didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The scent was enough for you to decipher who it was. The fresh soapy scent - because after his gym sessions, he would take a bath before coming home, and the mild smell of the mist he was using, you knew it was totally Taehyun.

"You know us so well that you can now tell who it is just by our scent huh." His head pops on your shoulder as he brushes his cheeks on yours, emitting a soft chuckle from you. "Tae, you're not beating the cat allegations again." "Hmm, don't care." He shrugs as he gives you a back hug. "Welcome back home, by the way," you answered.

Hugging them was the most intimate interaction you had with the guys. But the hugs were never sensual at all. They always just felt safe and at home whenever they melt in your embrace. They could feel all their stress and tension disappear just with a simple hug from you

Kai was humming while hugging his plushies when he stepped in the kitchen and saw you and Taehyun hugging. "Guys! Taehyun is hogging y/n to himself! It's not even hug time yeeeetttt!" Kai yelled causing every door in the house to burst open with resounding complains. "Hey, that's not fair!" Beomgyu pouts as he crosses his arms. "It's not hug time yet! This is so unfair!" Yeonjun tried to pry Taehyun's arms off you. "Y/n, stop hugging Taehyun before I throw your things out of our dorm." Soobin was pouting at you as he stomped his feet.

"Okay okay! I'll do it later then!" You laughed as you stopped hugging Taehyun and Yeonjun pulled him away from you. Taehyun even complained that he was just too tired from his gym session and needed a hug, only to be met with a plush that Kai threw.

"Dinner's not ready yet?" Kai sat on the chair not far from you cooking. "Almost done, Kai, go prepare the plates," you smiled.

Soobin and Beomgyu were the ones who were scheduled to wash the dishes. You thought that they shouldn't be scheduled at the same time because the soaps and bubbles would be spilling everywhere due to their bickering and playfulness. Kai, Taehyun, and Yeonjun were sitting on the couch with you, busy watching the TV, with Taehyun and Yeonjun being topless.

You were too used to the guys being half-naked around you. It was like a norm for you to be around so there was no use in making a fuss about it. They often remove their tops just because. Yup, no reason at all, they just do it.

You turned your head towards Taehyun, "You're working on your chest, aren't you?" you asked, noticing how big Taehyun's chest was and how they often looked bigger whenever he wore a tight-fitted shirt, which he nodded. "Are you finally coming to your senses and making a move on me just because I told you how I love men with big tiddies?"You teased and laughed heartily as he looked at you with the same disgusted expression he maintained throughout his life.

"Y/n, you know I love you and know how much I value our friendship, but if you want to keep being welcome here, please avoid saying things like that." And Yeonjun burst out laughing at Taehyun's answer. "You! My goodness!" you just rolled your eyes while still laughing.

"Why not drop your exercise routine? So Yeonjun can start working on his flat--" You were cut off with a pillow being thrown at you. "Yah! My chest is buffed too! They're not flat!" Yeonjun yelled at you.

Unknown to your eyes, Kai's ear perked up, and hugged himself as he felt his own body subtly. He looked over to Taehyun's chest and back to his own chest. He stayed silent, as he watched you guys.

"Hug time!" Kai yelled when the clock struck 10, and all of them gathered around you, lining up as they patiently waited for their turn. "Are you going to stay the night?" Yeonjun asked while taking his time hugging you. "Will do, I want to cook breakfast for you guys before your busy schedule starts again," you answered, he pulled away and mouthed goodnight and Soobin almost shoved him out of the way.

"I want some pancakes for breakfast," Soobin silently whispered as he hugged you tightly, almost covering you with his big frame. "Of course whatever you want, Binnie."

"Goodnight y/n, please rest well too." Beomgyu shortly commented as he hugged you and you hummed back.

"I love you but I think I should start hating you." Taehyun's disgusted look never faltered and you just pinched his cheeks while laughing.

All the other four were already heading to their rooms but Kai was still standing in front of you. You opened your arms for him as he slowly walked towards you, tightly clutching his plush in hand.

"What's wrong?" you asked as you sat up straight. Kai plopped down beside you and melted in your arms as he hid his flushed face which was unknown to you, into the crook of your neck. "Goodnight y/n," he simply whispered. "Sleep tight, Kai, I arranged your plushies earlier," you said as he stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

The next day, you wake up early to cook breakfast for them before they start their busy week again.

"We'll be busy with our upcoming comeback again," Soobin sighed as he poked the pancakes on his plate.

"Cheer up guys, you know I'll be here when your schedule is done." You tried to cheer them up and forced them to finish their breakfast before leaving.

4 months. For four months they were so busy that they weren't able to spend a day with you.

When you went back to their dorm, two guys were missing in action. "Where are the others?" you asked as you removed your shoes. All three heads snapped to where the voice had come from, only to find out that it was you.

"Y/n!" They all screamed almost in unison, as they rushed over to you, dropping everything they were currently doing.

You took a nap that afternoon while waiting for the other two to come back when you woke up to the unfamiliar yet familiar scent. Your eyes roamed around, and Kai and Taehyun caught your eyes. It seemed like they had just taken a bath a little while ago, given that their hair was still damp.

Kai noticed that you had just woken up so he cramped his big body lying down beside you on the couch. You chuckled and tried to push him away but he didn't budge.

When he sat up, you noticed how his shirt was sticking against his chest. "Wait a minute, I was only gone for a couple of months... What is this?" you questioned as you poked Kai's chest. Kai felt embarrassed to answer and scooted over to Taehyun. Taehyun answered for him instead, "He's been going to the gym with me. I don't know what has gotten into him though?"

You were in awe. Taehyun's chest was big but it looked like Kai's chest now was bigger. Especially considering that he had a bigger frame than Taehyun. In the past, Kai was so adamant about not going to the gym, he preferred cuddling with his plushies, telling the other guys that having a baby belly was cute, just like his soft plushies. But as you look at him more, it looks like he isn't the baby you used to know anymore, he has become buff. And only within just a few months at that.

That night, you were awfully silent. Your eyes kept on wandering back to Kai's chest, subtly, not wanting to be caught. Your mind couldn't help but wonder the reason behind Kai's new buffed-up body.

That same night, all of them went to bed earlier than usual. They just wanted to sleep longer. They claimed that their bed had missed them because, for four months, they weren't able to be in their dorm, nor sleep in their own rooms.

You, on the other hand, couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly the guest room felt so big and empty. You didn't know why but you kept on tossing and turning. At that moment, you heard footsteps that stopped right in front of your door. You immediately sat up, waiting for a knock on the door. Which it did. Someone had knocked thrice before pushing your door open. Only then did you realize that you probably forgot to lock it because you were spacing out too much.

The dim light from the hallway shone through the slightly opened door. "Hey, why are you still awake? Can't sleep?" You asked. He closed and locked the door behind him, the room now too dark for anything to be seen. He walked towards the window slightly opening the window, allowing a bluish-yellow light coming from the moon to penetrate throughout your room.

The bed dipped down at his weight, and he crawled up to you, burying his face in your neck, his body now, almost on top of you. "I...I missed you." He whispered, as he tightly hugged you.

"Kai..." You felt how his heart thumped harder the longer he hugged you. This was new. No one ever did this to you, not even when Yeonjun was sick when Soobin got his first breakup, when Beomgyu failed to win the art contest, and even when Taehyun wasn't allowed by their manager to flash his abs at their show. Kai's hug and whisper felt different. As if he was longing for something else.

"I missed you too, you surprised me." You answered when he pulled away. Only then did you finally see him, he wasn't wearing his shirt. You've never seen him topless before. But now he was, and he was right in front of you.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, but your finger landed on his chest, gently tracing his buffed chest. "Did you, by chance, do this for me? Because you heard I want men with big tiddies?" you joked. But you were stunned when he nodded. "I actually d-did in fact do this for you, I wanted to surprise you since it's b-been four months since I last saw y-you," his voice was shaky as he spoke.

"I-i've been wanting to tell you this y/n, but I just couldn't bring myself to s-say it. Not until now." Kai's face was so close to yours that you could inhale his minty breaths.

You wanted to push him, but putting both of your hands on his chest felt like it might be crossing a line. You felt how hot his body was. The warmth of his body, radiating through his skin, felt electrifying to you.

"I know it's weird... But I couldn't help but have a little crush on you," he carefully whispered as if someone else was in the room to hear it. "One chance y/n, please give me one chance." His forehead now resting against yours, his eyes were filled with longing. The room was so thick with silence that you could hear him gulp.

"Y-you're lucky I'm into big g-guys like you," you squeaked, and your heart swelled at how a bright smile had crept onto his lips.

He placed his hand over yours, which was resting on his chest, and guided you to squeeze it. His soft strangled whimper sent a shiver down your spine.

The wind blew making the curtains on the window flutter and the hair on the back of Kai's neck to stand up. He finally propped himself with his two hands supporting his body as he leaned in closer to you. You ran your fingers to his perked-up nipples and your eyes watched closely at how he bit his lips and how his eyes fluttered.

"You're brave. Coming to this room without a shirt on, and confessing your love." You commented as you roll his nipples between your fingers. He gripped onto your sheets as you chuckled at how he was holding his moans back.

"We're downstairs, you can let out your moans. They won't be able to hear it." Your taunt got him opening his mouth as he let out all those muffled moans he had been holding back. His body trembled at your touch.

You slowly push him down as he keeps on backing up. You finally pushed him to lie down when his head could no longer lie on the bed. His head was now hanging off the edge, and it was making him dizzy with how his blood was rushing to his head while you were licking his nipple.

"Fuck!" He whimpered when you subtly bit his nipple. "Y/n..." He holds the back of your head as you continued sucking. His toes curled at your tongue, rolling and swirling around his nipple.

"To be honest, I've been thinking what could've been your reason for this, but turns out it was all because of me," you chuckled as you kissed the tip of his nose.

Your touch felt like fire over his body. His stomach swirling, his mind blurry. He never thought you'd give in to him.

You dipped your head down again as you littered his chest with splotchy red marks. Leaving some near his nipples, on his shoulder, and on his neck. Kai was a moaning mess under you as he kept on trying to hold his head up, but was always failing. His moans and the rustling of the sheets filled the room.

Since he was being discreet with his moans, you decided to catch him off guard and grind on him. His moans became high pitched and more slutty. You chuckled, the cute guy you often care about was now a totally different guy underneath you.

You felt a wet patch on his sweats, "Did you just come?", you asked as you pulled away. "D-don't look!" Kai tried to stop you but it was too late. You ran your fingers on the wet bulge of his pants. "Kai, you're naughty," you commented, and he only answered with a whimper.

He sat down and pushed you down, to hover above you. "Not fair," he pouted and lifted your shirt over your chest.

"Kai, I swear if you do what I di-" you weren't able to finish your sentence. His mouth was now on your boobs, sucking on your nipples, rolling his tongue again and again. "K-kai.. Kai..." Your breathing was unstable as you squirmed, and you kept on chanting his name along with whines and whimpers.

Just like how you did for him, he also littered your chest, neck, and shoulder with love bites, he was now smiling at how they looked under the moonlight from the window.

"Pretty," he smiled and crashed his lips over yours. The kiss was hot. It wasn't sloppy but it felt eager.

Kai pulled back, sat down and pulled you onto his lap. Your left hand was on your back as he held it with his left hand. You couldn't move, you could only clutch on his hair with your free hand, and nothing else. His right hand was rubbing your clothed ass, lifting the skirt to play with your skin.

"I'm sure hug time w-was n-never like this, fuck," you pulled him closer as your nails dug into his bare back. Kai winced at the scratching pain on his back as you drag your nails down. He kept on feasting over your neck and played with your ass, continuously brushing his fingers on your skin.

When you started grinding again, you squealed when you felt a stinging pleasure on your ass, his hand probably left a mark on your skin. His big hard chest was pressing against yours. They felt hard and soft at the same time. You wanted to play with his nipples but with your position, you couldn't do anything.

He pulled his sweats down to his thighs and slipped inside you with ease. You're too wet for him.

"Wow, you're taking me whole, y/n." Kai was big, you felt him stretch you out, but you were too wet that he could just slip into you with so much ease.

"F-fuck I feel s-so full," you can feel him arranging your guts with his huge cock. You can't help but move your hips wanting to immediately feel the pleasurable feeling of his cock inside you.

"P-pull out okay? I'm n-not on any birth control, you j-just slid i-in w-without a condom," you added. "Sorry, I got t-too excited. Your pussy feels so warm and soft. Makes me wanna cum inside you."

"K-kai!" You warned him, he only chuckled at you.

He started to thrust slowly, while you were still trapped in the position he put you into.

His slow thrust becomes more sloppy as you keep on moaning into his ears. Your moans kept stirring something in him, it made him wanna cum inside you even more.

"K-kai please, I'm c-close." You whined as you scratched his back.

"W-wanna cum inside you, y/n. Wanna cum s-so bad." His thrusts get stronger which made your boobs bounce which caused them to brush against his nipples, making him more aroused.

Maybe you were just too drunk on his cock that you unconsciously nodded at him and chanted 'yes' multiple times.

"I'm g-gonna cum!" you squeaked as you tangled your fingers in his hair. You felt a warm liquid being spilled inside you the moment you came as Kai pants with you. His forehead now resting on your shoulders with his mouth open. You wanted to complain that he came inside even when you told him not to, but it just felt so good that you chose to collapse onto his arms instead.

@binniesbooks 2024

[hanichani]

Gimme kith

Pairing: han x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, idol!au, friends to lovers

Summary: the four times hannie has asked for a kiss and the one time you give him what he wants

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sad ji, fluffyyy, lmk if i missed anything

Word count: 1,7k

a/n: i remember seeing this concept written on here before and I wanted to write my take on it because i'm a sucker for ji and f2l hehe

I.

movie night rarely got wild since the boys were usually pretty tired after a whole week spent working but tonight, here you were, sitting in a circle with an empty soju bottle in the center. you, the boys and some of their significant others were piled in the living room of the 3racha + hyunjin dorm.

you had already drunk some bottles of soju and pretty much everyone in the room was tipsy and happy to have really anything happen. so when the bottle landed on you, and jisung dared you to kiss him, everyone was cheering and clapping. except for you.

don’t get me wrong, you were having the time of your life and you had no problem with kissing jisung but not in this setting. you knew you and jisung were more than friends and everyone around you could see it as well. you were very touchy with each other. told each other everything and when you or jisung were feeling like crumbling down, you always seeked each other’s presence. it meant a lot to you. and whenever he would ask you for kisses (which was a regular occurrence), you would get a whole zoo in your stomach. but you never said yes, never gave him what he asked for, it felt just a bit too official and you weren’t sure what it would do to your relationship.

oh and you sure as hell wouldn’t do it in front a room full of tipsy twenty something year olds. the teasing would never stop. so when you filled another shot glass with soju and poured it down your throat instead of kissing jisung, series of groans and complaints could be heard.

“oh come on! we all know you’re horny for each other. just get it over with!” seungmin exclaimed, throwing his hands around. his significant other, shot him a look and he grumbled under his breath.

“you wound me.” jisung said as he put a hand over his chest.

“oh come on, you already got multiple kisses tonight.” you argued.

it was true, there was a lot of kissing going on tonight due to the alcohol being consumed. and it did sting a little bit but it was a game. a game you couldn’t play if you took things personally.

“yea but they weren’t youuu.” he said in a sing-song tone.

“oh my god, get a room.” hyunjin, who had the most to drink that night and was currently draped over jeongin’s shoulders, whined loudly which caused the younger boy under him to cover his ears.

“oookay, moving on.” the leader spun the bottle again.

II.

you and han were sitting in the green room, waiting for the boys to go and start their performance. it was a big one and everyone was roaming the room, trying to prepare. you had an airpod in one of your ears but you could still hear jeongin and seungmin warming up with their loud voices. the boy sitting next to you was sporting the other headphone and you were seriously considering asking for it back. primarily because you just wanted to get a moment of peace and quiet with all the loud men in the room but also because han was skipping every song after 20 seconds of it playing.

“ooh, i love this one!” he exclaimed and changed his position on the couch, so his legs were now laying over yours.

“do you really? or are you just going to skip it again.” you rolled your eyes at the boy.

“stop bullying me.” he said and looked around, probably searching for someone he could complain to about you.

“you’re the one bullying me with skipping all the songs.” you exclaimed, slapping his shin lightly.

“OUCH!” he yelled out loudly.

“you are so dramatic, it’s insane.” you said but nevertheless, you still started rubbing the place you previously hit in an attempt to soothe it.

“okay we’re ready to go! come on boys.” a staff member announced to the chaotic idols.

you looked at han who was still pretending to be drowning in pain.

“stop it. it’s go time, squirrel boy.” you shoved his legs off your lap and stuck your hand out for him to give you the other airpod. he huffed and gave you the small device but instead of turning to go, he stopped in front of you. he leaned down so your faces were leveled.

“what?” you stared at him, confused.

“a kiss.” he puckered his lips.

you laughed and pushed his face away.

“come ooon, a good luck kiss.” he whined.

you looked at him, still laughing. you swear you had a tear running down your face from how amusing the boy in front of you was.

“you don’t need that, ji. you’ll do a great job regardless.” you said and patted his cheek.

he frowned. that was obviously not good enough for him but when the same staff member called out for him, visibly annoyed now, he huffed under his breath and shouted a quick.

“i’m coming!”

III.

jisung was splayed over your bed, the computer in front of him placed dangerously close to his face.

"what are you doing now?” you dropped onto the bed next to him which made him immediately turn the computer away from you.

you groaned, pulling your upper body over his so you could peek at the screen.

“it��s my house too, we created this together.” you placed your chin on his shoulder.

“you wouldn’t approve, you’re a hater.” he said and closed the laptop so you wouldn’t see the screen.

you and han decided to create little versions of yourselves in the sims game because of sheer boredom but now he wouldn’t reveal the changes he was making in your household.

“i’m the hater?” you exclaimed. “you won’t even let me see what you’re doing with my house.” you whined into his ear.

“our house.” he said and brought your hand to his hair. a silent plea for head pats.

you obeyed and started brushing your fingers through his hair.

it was silent after that and when you turned your head to look at him, you could see his eyes closed and relaxed. his lips were puckered in a small pout like they usually were when he got sleepy.

this was the perfect opportunity. your free hand quietly reached for the laptop and opened it.

the profiles of the sims on the screen were both colored in pink and both their statuses read “flirty”. the brightness from the screen made jisung open his eyes and when he saw that you had opened the laptop, he let out a high pitched screech.

“yah! you just tricked me.” he almost yelled.

“ji, why are they flirting. what did you make them do?” amused, you looked at his face that was now scrunched in annoyance.

he groaned before finally giving up. “i made them kiss.”

you let out a loud laugh, your face settling in the crook of his neck.

“you won’t give me kisses in real life!” he whined while pushing you off of him.

“i had to take measures into my own hands.” he said while turning over onto his back and covering his face with his hands.

“you’re such a baby, ji.” you continued laughing while he silently suffered next to you.

IV.

9.38pm ji: can you come over :(

9:40pm y/nn: why, everything okay?

9:40pm ji: dont know

9:41pm y/nn: okay, omw

9:42pm ji: bring cuddles

9:42pm ji: and kisses :)

9:45pm y/nn: you’re a menace

V.

when you rang the bell at the dorm that same night, a fluffy looking jisung opened the door. he was wearing an oversized hoodie and he definitely just woke up from a much needed nap because his hair looked like a (fluffy) mess. you entered when he stood aside to let you in.

“everything okay, pretty boy?” you asked as you took your shoes off. you didn’t get a response so you turned to him, to see him looking like he’s on the verge of tears. you went to hug him and he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“lets go watch anime or something, okay? we can order some food, yea?” you asked as your arms hugged him closer to you. you felt him nod his head.

about an hour later, you were halfway through the third episode of an anime he picked. the empty food containers sat on his desk and jisung was cuddled up to you under the covers. his head was placed on your chest, your arms hugging his body. he looked so small, not physically. he looked like he had all the weight of the world on him and it was crushing him down to this tiny helpless looking boy. you didn’t like seeing him like this.

“ji?” you gave him a head pat.

“hm?” he hummed in response.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?”

he remained still for a few seconds and then he moved his head so it was next to yours. your body followed his, turning to the side. your faces millimeters apart.

“no, don’t think so.” he said, looking at your face as if he was counting any marks or freckles on it.

“okay.” you stayed quiet after that for a bit.

just laying in bed together, looking at each other. it was peaceful. you two communicating just through eye contact.

then you spoke up again. “is there anything i can do then?” you still felt the urge to help him, he was obviously going through something difficult and you didn’t know what else to do.

a small cheeky smile crept up onto his face. “i think a kiss could help.” he whispered.

you rolled your eyes but smiled back nonetheless. and then you leaned forward and gave him a peck.

his eyes instantly widened and he looked like just received the craziest news ever. you had to chuckle at the wide eyed quokka in front of you.

“no way.” he exhaled.

you broke into a laugh, moving to lay on your back.

“shut up, don’t say anything.” you said in between laughs.

he rolled over to his stomach and leaned over you. faces yet again inches apart.

“wasn’t planning on it.” he whispered as he connected your lips again, this time in a much longer and much more loving kiss.

another a/n: i may or may not have been playing sims 24/7 so that part was definitely not self indulgent!!! other than that, feel free to send me any thoughts or whatever hehe. i would love to interact with other stays!

[rachi-roo]

THE ART QUEEN HAS OPENED ART REQUESTS-- (Insert meme 'WOOOO'). Can I please request lee! Sigma from Bungou Stray Dogs (I just wanna give him a hug, mannn) and ler... your sona! (Ps you literally have such a cool sona, like damn she looks so soft but so devious). I am wayyyy too shy to reblog your stuff (Because this site won't let you reblog shit anonymously :D), but I can offer spamming you inbox with messages of me going feral over your art instead LMAO- Remember, take as long as you want and decline if you need, no worries! Bye byeeeee!

Uwaaaaa! A big kith for you, dust bunny!!! ♪(´ε｀*)💗 That's so sweet of you to say! Aaaand here's your little Sigma!

He guessed wroooong, oh deary me 🤭

Gambling man had a lot on the line today, uh oooh~ He's quite the wriggler, but he's such a well behaved lee, he got all the hugs and snacks afterwards 🥰

6 hours of work! I love how this one turned out SO much! Bro got me looking up gow to open commissions! 🤩 I definitely should be charging for this kind of work XD I got so into it!!!!

Click for quality and please reblog fellas! Love you dust bunny, shy little creature youuuu~ 😚💕💗💕💗💕

[emtheanxiousdragon]

Our Hæth: A Wanderhome ARG

Ok so if you are any sort of game designer, whether that be a programmer for a mobile app, an artist for an indie TTRPG, or a top-tier producer at a AAA-game studio, you should read Reality is Broken by Jane McGonigal, it inspires you to make games that don’t just form digital communities or entertain, but allow a deeper connection to your real life.

And one game that I think, with a twist, could really fit McGonigal’s idea is Wanderhome, the excellent pastoral RPG by tumblr’s very own @jdragsky . This game is beautiful, simple, and a tool for telling these lovely stories about anthropomorphic travelers exploring a recovering society and finding themselves along the way.

Now, let me introduce my idea, tentatively titled Our Hæth: A Wanderhome ARG.

You make a Wanderhome character, just like in a typical game. You also make a separate Wanderhome profile that represents yourself. (this can be your actual Wanderhome character if you want to take on an alternate persona). This secondary Wanderhome character doesn't actually travel the Hæth. They represent your journey in the real world. Your second character's playbook should fit yourself and what you hope to get from this experience. My secondary character will be a Peddler, because I want to grow my personal career.

Then you get connected to a Hæth. These are shared worlds/servers that begin like all Wanderhome games (at the start of Tillsoil very soon after the end of the war) and progress from there. You can start with other players or begin on your own and find others later.

When you wish to travel to a new area, instead of randomly deciding what it should be, you base it on your current location. It can be as simple as your bedroom or as grand as the Great Wall of China! I’ll show you what I mean with where I am now.

A beautiful pond, right? Let’s turn it into a spot in the Hæth! Our first nature is based on a literal take of the area. I’m by a pond, so the first nature will be Lake! The second nature is more metaphorical; based on what you know about your location, choose a nature that describes its personality. A lot goes on around this pond, so I’ll pick Carnival. The third nature should describe the place as it is when you arrive. The calm nature of the pond today means the third nature is Field. Build the location with the rules of each nature, combined with the traits of the season, and you’ve made a Place!

In Our Hæth, each location is permanently saved into the world you created it in. If other players want to visit this location rather than create a new one, they’ll replace the third nature and the seasonal traits and set off! They can see what you’ve written about the place and the adventures you’ve had here. If you know them in real life, you can share what the real-world inspiration is. If not, you can discuss as much about it as you feel comfortable sharing.

Once you're in a Place, great! Start playing Wanderhome. If you're alone, write down what your traveler does in this place. If you're with friends, get together in person and roleplay it out, or chat together over Discord or your online forum of choice. Their characters may travel with you for a while or your paths may diverge and reconnect later. Just remember what happens so you can share it as part of your character's story. When you make a Kith, go through the regular Kith creation process and add them to your Hæth. If other players visit this Place later, they may meet your kith and will want to know what happened.

The other big ARG element of this version of Wanderhome comes with using tokens. When your character does something to create a token, you need to do something to make a token in real life. Have a list of what different actions in Wanderhome mean for you in real life. For example, when my character Camper gives away something he holds dear, that means I have to complete some professional networking. Your token action should be challenging or good for you. Change your token action as your challenges and needs change. Make them fit your life and your goals.

Take a break to complete your token action, or write it down for after the session. You won't be able to spend your real-world token until you complete your task. Once that's done, the next time your character spends a token, you can spend one too! Your token rewards are something positive to reward yourself for putting in the effort and caring for yourself, your relationships, or the world. In my Hæth, when Camper keeps someone safe from the difficulties of the world, I get to take a nap rather than work!

The months can change in small groups when you agree to change them. In bigger groups, you may set a real-world date for the change in the months. Ask the month's question to yourself and your Wanderhome character. Consider your answer a "yes" regardless of which one of you says so. When the time comes for the seasons to change, set up a party with others in your Hæth or throw your own private celebration. Just as the holiday marks a moment of personal growth for your character, take a major step forward with your own goals. As Camper celebrates the new year, I'm going to start searching for a summer internship. I'll adapt my token actions and rewards as needed, and I'll continue playing.

So long as you have Wanderhome, you can play this game. You can keep track of your Hæth in a notebook, on a google doc, whatever. My perfect version of this project would be a little website where players can join different Hæths, watch their world grow on a virtual map, see all the information neatly organized online, and connect to a wide range of people in the Wanderhome community.

Thoughts?

[hime-bee]

no horni thoughts for this art, just admiring how beautiful and handsome ulpipi is, wanna smother him in kithes (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

and O H, ulpianus DEFINITELY has a size difference kink, he's a filthy old man who gets off to being called daddy, fucking the brattiness right out of you, and using your cunt as his breeding hole. and now he's aware of just how much bigger he is compared to you and getting off to that as well like the perverted old man he is♡ it doesn't help that you keep encouraging him, what with you always acting like a brat so he'll lose some self-control and make you take all of his seed until his balls are empty.

ulpianus always has to finger you before he properly fucks you; you somehow can never get used to just how thick his dick is despite always being so eager to get fucked by him. and he knows you like it because you're always grinding back into his fingers and clinging onto him, whining and moaning in pure ecstasy as you squirt all over his hand. ulpianus never really reacts much or says anything, but he's always closely watching each of your reactions and seems to be fascinated by the way you turn into a mess when he bullies your clit with his thumb.

but that still doesn't prepare you for when you've got the real deal twitching against your fingers as you guide it to your drooling cunt. just pushing the engorged tip past your folds takes time, with you choking out cute little noises when you finally manage to take it with a sudden pop! because the sudden sensation made you cum a little. and now you have to take the rest of him, all hard and thick flesh that makes your belly feel like it'll burst because he's too big. but godspeed to you when he sees the small lil tummy bulge that pops up and down with each of his angled thrusts, the realization is gonna turn him on like crazy. as always, he doesn't say anything, but when you feel a hand start to press down on the bump, you're letting out a series of cries and moans at the sudden pressure. good luck, now you've got an insanely horny old man who really likes seeing the proof that his dick is too big for your pussy <33

also consider ulpipi getting morning wood but being a stubborn old man about it and refusing to take care of himself so you either lazily ride him until he feels better. but just to mess with him a bit, you slide a plug into your pussy to keep aallll of his seed nice and stuffed up inside. why? he gives you a look and you respond with a grin," that way i'll always be thinkin' about you daddy~♡"

You're so valid, Lati, and your taste in art is immaculate (as expected 😌) I, too, am admiring Ulpipi's handsomeness,, 😳💙

MA'AM, YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE!?!!? I love filthy old men, especially the ones that try to deny it or act like they're not kinky and obsessed with cute girls that shamelessly flirt with them (you're feeding their ego, however small it is, it's still present, y'know). You're gonna tell me that doesn't get him going?? A breedable little thing all but throwing herself at him and teasing him until he has no choice but to put her in her place?? 😩💦 GOD, THE CHOKEHOLD THIS MAN HAS ON ME IS ACTUALLY CRAZY--

Also mrmrprhhgp but consider.... Instead of riding him to help with his morning wood... You press your ass up against his erection and just rub up against him until he gets up and does something about it 😌 It's your problem, old man, you deal with it! I'm a liar, I'd ride that man silly fr

[propalahramota]

Hello, mutuals, my kith and kin, time for a super specific historical beef!

I know, it's been a while.

I stumbled on the post below in the Ukraine tag and I was very surprised by it. Usually when I go to that tag, I'm annoyed by pro-russian bigots and tankies, but this time I was annoyed by a stupid Normanist take! Fun!

This blog, which gives me bad vibes so I used a screenshot instead of reblogging, claims that the Kingdom of Kyiv is a 100 percent Viking-made, and those dirty Slavs had no ability to govern themselves.

I say: Bullshit!

And let me make it very clear that I don't agree on anything with putin. He is a psycho and war criminal who uses his own pseudohistorical delusions to justify his imperialist conquest. Both him and the author of this post are wrong.

Let me tell you why:

Our main source on the early Kyivan Rus is The Primary Chronicle by Nestor, also known as The Tale of Bygone Years. It's not a contemporary source. Nestor wrote decades after the most recent of the events he's describing, using the stories he had heard himself as well as earlier Byzantine chronicles. Thus, as you can imagine, it's not super accurate in places, and sometimes the author leaves pretty big gaps in the narrative that historians have worked to fill in.

For example, King Igor (aka Ingvarr) came to rule Kyiv after the death of his predecessor Oleg the Clairvoyant (aka Helgi), who himself had come to rule Kyiv after two guys called Askold and Dir. Nestor calls Igor Rurik's son but timeline-wise the math isn't mathing, so it's much more likely that he was Oleg's son, or nephew, or something like that. Igor marries Olga (aka also Helgi).

And then something really weird happens.

Ingvarr and Helgi have a son with a super unusual for a Viking aristocrat name - Svyatoslav.

And then Svyatoslav has three sons named Oleg (one more Helgi), Yaropolk, and Vladymir.

Vladymir ends up taking the throne and, being a massive manwhore, has a bunch of kids - most of them have Slavic names and some have Greek names. Vladymir is succeeded by Yaroslav the Wise.

It may not seem like a big deal but the King of Kyiv and his wife, who were both Viking nobility, suddenly decided to name their heir and only child a Slavic name. And after him, the old traditional Northern names completely go out of use in the dynasty.

Which means that somewhere in the early Xth century, which is not at all long after the establishment of the Rurikid dynasty in Kyiv (mid IXth century), there was a monumental shift in the Kyivan court politics that urged the foreigners on the throne to make a public effort to assimilate with the local population. We don't know what happened. Nestor never told us because he either didn't know himself or didn't think it was worth mentioning, but this monumental shift is right there, between the lines.

And you are going to tell me that the local Kyiv elites had no say in the government? That Rus Statehood was completely imported and foreign? That the Kingdom of Kyiv was invented by the Scandinavian conquerors?

I say: read the fucking sources, twats!

[officialmia]

*gives u a big oll kith* u should date me instead of afton (devious)

Oh my ! Thank you for the kiss but I wouldn’t trade my fiancé for anyone in this world.

[onsunnyside]

hi sonny bear! i’m coming to you late with my review for the last chapter of fk bc i wanted to read it twice to do it justice + let my love and admiration for this fic sink in hehehe

i’ve squealed at every reference of marriage ari has made so far and fk6 was no different! ari and sugar are it for each another and they know it, but aren’t trying to rush it. just seeing their way to the endgame at a pace that is perfect and only for them ahh!!!

poor sugar is just someone who wants to be first choice, sought out every time. she wants someone who wants her just for her, no matter how hard, no matter if they have to fight tooth and nail bc she’s only been picked when she’s an easy choice. i wanna give her a big hug and a loud kiss on the forehead like 'mwah!!!' hmmm but she’s a reader and then technically me…. so i’ll give you one instead!

and omgggg the smut was smutting!!!!! “This is my pussy now, you aren’t even gonna touch it without my permission, got it? You do, and I’m gonna do a lot worse than spank your little cunt.” ???!???!!!! i was (S)CREAMING!!!?///???!!!! ari is so daddy shaped 😭 you write dirty talk so sooooo well it’s insane

i don’t remember how i did it but i’m so glad i came across your blog and writing. i can’t imagine a life where i don’t often come back to your works and revel in the sweetness and smuttiness of it all 🥹 i really had no clue which direction the end was gonna take, but i knew it would be good and great bc it’s you! that was a perfect perfect ending ❤️‍🔥

i’ve been reading fics for like a decade on all sorts of sites from all sorts of fandoms and there are some i return to, like grasping on to a childhood blanket just to feel that specific comfort and halfway through fk i knew this would be one of them. thank you for writing it, thank you for sharing it, mwah mwah MWAH! 🫶🏻 i’m a sucker for anything your large sexy brain has to offer <3 - 🪷

oh bestie dearest, you have no clue how much this means to me 🥺 the fact that you took the time out of your day to read my fic, write this and send it to me, ahh thank you so much !!

hehe there are so many mentions of marriage in FK, i didn't realize until i was rereading it and remembered Ari said it the second time they met !! sugar is one of my fave readers, and it made me so happy when people said they related to how she felt, the pain of all her past lovers who left her for something/someone else. she/ALL OF YOU deserve someone to love you unconditionally, to pick you in every life they'll ever live. (I'll give you a kith too 😚). oh the smut !! i unconsciously gave myself high standards for that scene bc of the build-up in the previous chapters, so i'm glad you liked it !! ari is 100% daddy shaped !!!!!

I've kept this in my inbox bc i just love rereading it and today it made me cry !! i had a bad, bad day and sweet messages like this remind me that not every day is going to be like this and there are people out there who appreciate me 🥺 so thank you (again). thank you for all of your support and for reading my fics !! FK was my fave fic of the year, and by far my fave ending I've ever written 🥹 nothing beats stargazing with the love of your life while he promises to love you forever 🫶

I'm so honoured to have written a fic that makes you feel that way !! thank you x10000 for this 😚🫶 my large sexy brain is sending your juicy sexy brain a thousand kithes

[muddyorbsblr]

Wow goddamn I didn't think I would shift so easily to despising Thor but after he admitted to what eventually amounted into centuries worth of baggage, with all those jibes at him because he seduced his brother's girlfriends I wanted to shave Asgardian Barbie's hair while he slept 😤😤

“You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?”

I can see the cracks in her shell on this line!! Now if only Loki doesn't do anything that would piss her off maybe that shell could crack all the way open and they could maybe finally be a touch adorable instead of publicly looking like they wanna either slit each other's throats or go at it on the ground with all the Avengers and the lil kiddos just standing there nearby…watching and/or traumatized. 🫣

You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away.

FRIAR STEVE is a whole new menace to society I almost feel bad that I'm considering bringing back Couchie they cannot exist so close together I swear 🤣🤣 Too many kiddos bursting into tears if they do

“Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

Ooooo Loki what did you do with Clint? You know that if you piss off Romanoff too much she's not even gonna bother with trying to hit you, she'll just go for your girl 🫣🙃 (all seriousness though I hope Clint's alright and just chilling in his apartment in the compound or something)

Part of me was rooting for Loki to give Agent a lil kith for everyone to see when he pulled her onto the stallion, ngl 🫠 Like part of me just wanted to see how Agent would react to it. Would she lean in to it (though probably not because our girl's still heavily in denial 🫡) or if she'd make a big show of pushing him away because she wants so badly to prove him and his brother wrong. It would've been real cute tho ngl 🥹🥹

And fucking Christ on a crutch that costume change paired with his talks about bowing to him would've had me shamelessly on my fucken knees, I'm not even gonna bother pretending otherwise. And the way that he was finishing her thoughts like I can see the smugness in it when he does it, but there's almost this touch of…tenderness, almost? Like yes he wants to goad her into actually admitting it and he thinks that being a cocky (pun intended) lil shit is gonna do it, but there's a happiness in him over the fact that he can even tune in to her mind to behind with, and despite the way he's handled some situations (cough Crossed Swords cough) it's just really pure to see him even being a touch happy over what's happening 🥺💖

But like now that we know that she's in love with him (altho let's be real in part we've always known since the first duology lol), his confessions next, right? Right?? 👀🫠 Like I can picture him saying it out of pure exasperation while they're in the middle of an argument, which would be so on brand for them. Or God help us all, Thor would be the one to break the news 🤣🤣

As always, another thirst piece with a touch of feels immaculately done. I'm so glad I'm ending my day with this maybe my brain would give me some quality Ren Faire shenanigan type dreams 😏😏

I can't wait to see what Quivering has in store for these two! (and it took me a while but now I'm getting the pun behind the name because of the whole archery angle 😂).

Bow to Me [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (15) Reveals and eroticism are rife at Stark's Renaissance Faire. (w/c 4.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language.

The veil fastened to your forehead by a simple gold band billowed around your shoulders. Heavy skirts fluttered around your ankles, an approaching banner of war. Thor’s eyes grew wide with alarm, seeing your determined stride through a maze of colourful bunting. There would be no escape this time. He threw a fresh candy apple to the side mid-bite, taking off with a comical run to the nearest high topped tent. It was thirty minutes into Stark’s annual family fun-day. The theme this year? Renaissance Faire. And you were already prepared to go medieval on pretty much everybody in attendance.

Several wide-eyed children looked up at you in awe as you strode between them, the heavy folds of your skirts swishing purposefully on your way to confront the cowardly god. “Fhor is afwaid of her.” one of the children lisped, to a chorus of hushed woww’s that followed you like a breeze. You smirked, lifting the luxurious panel of the costume tent to reveal a cowering Thor trying frantically to conceal himself with ye olde dust sheet. “Desist, woman!” he whined dramatically, stretching out a hand with the sheet hanging limply, the other shielding his eyes. “Do not tempt me with your corseted bosom and coquettish wiles, I beg of you. You know not what you do!" You folded your arms, trying not to laugh. “I’m not trying to make you break the Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense, idiot - your dick is safe as far as I’m concerned.” you said, watching Thor’s eye squint between parted fingers. “You know of this?” he mumbled warily. “Oh, I know of this.” you smirked. His arms fell to his sides, a look of bamboozled relief on his face. “Thank the gods.” he murmured. “I thought for sure when I saw your fiery demeanour out yonder that you had finally come to your senses and decided you must have me.” he looked at you with sudden panic. “Not that I would-I wouldn’t...oh, do not tell my broth-” You raised a hand, his words fumbling to a merciful stop. “I need to ask you something.” you said slowly, hoping he could sense the need for some semblance of sincerity. Thor's brow furrowed. “Loki said I needed to speak to you, it’s weird – so, well he can see...he says- um, flashes of things in my head and I wondered…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly foolish under Thor’s blank stare. “Go on.” he gestured expectantly, arms folded. His brows were raised, as if you had said nothing of any note at all. It was your turn to frown. “Well, what the fuck is up with that? It’s rude.” you snapped. Thor chuckled. “You are in love with him. Obviously.” he scoffed, turning over his shoulder to glance at himself in the mirror. He smoothed a rogue blonde strand, pouting. “Why do people keep saying that?” you huffed, brushing the front of your dress as heat rose in your cheeks. “Everyone knows I can’t stand him so I don’t know why you’re both obsessed with-”

“Mother used to do it to me all the time…” he continued, ignoring you as he re-adjusted the short velvet cape clasped to his shoulders. He had dressed as a king for today’s festivities. Because of course he had.

“I understand your misgivings. It is rather inconvenient. For instance, if you wish to conceal that it was you who mistakenly defecated in the pantry and your mother asks you who defecated in the pantry and you are trying to think of anything but defac-” “-OK, Thor.” you cut him off with a snap, heart thundering. “...But in my defence” he continued unwaveringly, straightening his garish plastic crown. “I was a mere five hundred at the time. Just discovered ale, you see.” he said, turning with an innocent grin which faltered when he saw your steely stare. You frowned as Thor cleared his throat. “Even you mortals have an innate barrier to the invasive sight of others, something you enact as easily as breathing.” he said, traces of mirth ebbing. “When a person feels love, that barrier falters – and recipients of that love who are gifted with magic can, you know...” “See into their thoughts?” you finished. Thor shook his head. “Read their emotions, things that make them feel. Like empathy, as overrated as is it. Or guilt – such as the guilt one may feel over allegedly defecating in a pantry.” You rolled your eyes. “Well it’s bullshit. I can’t love him – he’s awful.” Thor nodded sagely, straightening his velvet tunic. “My brother likely shares your disquiet, in all honesty.” he muttered, adjusting his crown. “In truth, I thought he would be more unbearable when this eventually happened, but he has maintained a surprising amount of decorum. You should thank him.” “Thank him?!" you snorted incredulously. "I don’t think so.” Thor preened, as moments passed in silence. “Wait…” you said slowly. “He’s never been able to do this before?” Thor shrugged, swishing his cape theatrically across his chest. He looked at you blankly as your eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?” you whispered, hearing Thor chuckle. “You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love.” he said, raising a bushy eyebrow. “In answer to your question...those who may have developed those feelings for him became...distracted.” Thor shuffled on his feet, gaze drawn back to himself in the mirror. “Distracted?” you murmured curiously. “Yes.” he replied. “By me. An unfortunate consequence of being the unquestionable biological jewel of the family, one cannot blame them really.” You suddenly remembered the conversation which sparked their sword-fight in the training hall last month. ‘Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?’ Loki had spat with fire. You remembered the casual indifference painted on Thor’s brow, radiating a confidence that was severely lacking in his present state. ‘I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.’ the blonde in front of you had said. “You fucked his girlfriends? Thor, that’s sick.” you hissed, shaking your head. Thor chuckled again. “They came to me, my Lady. In their glances across the dining hall with red jewels in their hair. Flashing garters a deep shade of maroon that would make Borr himself weak. The Ordinance of the Colours is no trifle. You know yourself the power of my seductive prowess. How could they resist?”

You grimaced. “Well, I did.” you sniped, folding your arms. “Yes…” Thor conceded thoughtfully, before flicking his hair back. “But you are also in love with my brother so your unnatural tastes cannot be accounted for.”

Your mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the rage in Loki’s hands and teeth as he tore the red dress from your body the night of the shareholders party. The venom in his eyes as he watched it explode in the air in a burst of green light. The way his stare hardened at the sight of your cleavage cupped in crimson lingerie, the ancient sword conjured as deathly sharp as his cheekbones to set his brother away from you. It wasn’t Asgardian bullshit. It was more than that. And for the first time, you felt something stronger than anger. Guilt. You swallowed, chin raised defiantly as Thor’s smug gaze trawled your features. It wasn’t often he found himself on the stronger side of a debate. You ran a finger nonchalantly along a rail of cloaks hanging to your side, before inspecting the tip for non-existent dust. “Not that he does but I mean theoretically if he loved me, just you know...out of interest...I should be able to hear his thoughts, right?” “No.” Thor scoffed disbelievingly. “That is a ridiculous notion. You are not gifted.” “Right.” you said, lips hardening in a tight line. Thor sighed theatrically. “If it alleviates your malaise, I have never seen him show so much hostility towards someone he has not slaughtered moments later.” “Why would that alleviate my malaise?” you sneered, feeling your stomach flutter. “And I don’t have ‘malaise’ for god’s sake” you spat, unconvincingly, fidgeting with the loose belt at your waist. “Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking.” Thor looked up coyly beneath pale lashes, a smug glint in his eye that he had doubtless learned from his infuriating brother. “My lady, if my observation does not betray his heart, then truly I do not know what does.” You stared at him mutely. He sighed again. “It is nuanced, I grant you. My brother is a frustrating creature. Believe me, I empathise.” He turned back to the mirror, admiring himself. “Rogers gave me a book this yuletide, regarding your 'Love Languages' by some alleged scholar or other. Well, my brother’s love language is... hostility.” he announced, pleased with his assessment. You rolled your eyes, fully aware the butterflies in your stomach had become a flock of sparrows. “Did you read the book?” you said flatly, hoping Thor didn’t catch the twitch of your jaw as you tried to contain the twist of nerves in your chest. “Well, no.” he said incredulously, face softening before he gave a knowing wink. “But that does not mean I am wrong.” You heard the quick succession of approaching footsteps outside the tent. “Thor! Come!” a familiar voice roared, thick and rich. “Preparations for the joust are a disaster. They intend to use horses, of all things – allegedly there are no flighting moose...on Midga-” Loki bristled, one arm frozen in drawing back the tent’s curtain.

Thor straightened the lapel of his obscenely luxurious padded tunic, tilting his toy crown askew. “What think you of my regalia, brother?” he drawled regally, spreading his hands wide to the sides. “I think there cannot be two kings.” Loki snarled bitterly, resting a hand on the hilt of a sword slung by his hip. A dull one, you hoped.

He too was dressed in costumed finery; a lapel of ermine cupping his chin above a perfectly fitted tunic of such rich green it was almost black. An ornate golden chain hung in a semi-circle around his shoulders, making a crescent on his broad chest. You ran your eyes down his long body, a pair of pale hose snug to his endlessly muscled legs. He was positively poured into them, the opaque fabric smoothing the raw animalistic power hidden beneath their cover. They ran down to a ridiculous pair of heeled, buckled shoes. Green, naturally. Loki shifted his stance, feet pointed to the exit. You watched the bulge of his thighs ripple, femurs outlined exquisite against the sinful tights which clung to carved limbs like a second skin. Your eyes lingered on his bulge, the lower curve just visible beneath the hem of the tunic. Saliva evaporated on your tongue. You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit. The god’s hair fell in luscious waves, set against the white fur tucked beneath his jaw like black paint on snow. He was beautiful. And he too, was wearing a crown. Because of course he was. “You are correct brother, there cannot be two kings at this revelry – but by a happy accident I only see one present.” Thor winked at you again. Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?” Thor paled. “No, he’s fine.” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat beneath Loki’s glare. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since your last tense encounter in the Snack Shack six days ago, every raise of your hand during meetings causing a mighty roll of his eyes akin to the old days. The weight of your interrupted conversation hung heavily in the air. Wafting like cigar smoke. Stifling.

Suddenly Thor barged towards his brother and turned sideways to exit the tent, the width of his ridiculous puffed sleeves causing him to shuffle awkwardly past his stoic sibling. Loki shot you a cold glare, nodding expectantly towards the exit for you to follow him. You sauntered casually towards the gap, taking no mind of the smouldering gaze rolling appraisingly over your medieval dress like treacle. Loki held the curtain of the tent high, his arm stoically positioned above your head as you finally felt the waft of a fresh breeze on your heated cheeks. “Agent.” he murmured in unnecessary greeting as you passed, making you pause. The scent of him invaded alongside the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Wood smoked leather and dusky sandalwood. Pine. It clung to his onyx curls; hanging like a un-repentant traitor on every stitch of gold thread wound into the tight tunic snug against his torso. You could feel his eyeline trail down the valley of your cleavage as easily as if it was his tongue. “You’ve been ignoring me.” you said quietly, eyes fixed on Thor standing ahead; hoisting up his hoes with an exaggerated squat. People were staring. “Have I, Agent?” Loki purred, craning down from his position. His lips grazed the tip of your cheekbone as he spoke. Was he smelling your hair? “I didn’t think you would notice. Considering how little you think of our interactions.” he murmured. You could hear a snarl behind his teeth, barely masked venom blossoming on the cusp of each word like brewing tea.

You tilted your chin, the space between two pairs of parted lips excruciatingly small. Raising your eyes to meet his, you found no warmth there. No playfulness. Not today. And to be honest, after what Thor had told you, you didn’t blame him. Loki’s eyes narrowed, readjusting his grip on the fabric panel held aside above your head. “If you have nothing further to say, Agent…” he sneered sarcastically against your ear. His body curved away from you, ensuring that not a single part of his achingly erotic form touched yours. Loki’s haughty condescension sliced through the melting desire in your core, a weirdly comforting irritation usurping it. The thick golden chain hanging against his collarbone glinted in the afternoon sun, vying for your attention. Self-centred, presumptive arsehole, you flamed, feeling renewed warmth seep across your skin. Does he expect me to tell him I fucking ‘love’ him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away? Your gaze locked onto the sight of Thor’s face twisted in confusion as he tried to arrange himself covertly beneath the hose. Loki’s conceited confidence made you boil, a confusion of emotions competing in your addled brain making you feel nauseous. “You’re wrong.” you managed to say, voice strained. Loki chuckled mirthlessly beside you. “We’ll see.” he replied ominously, as you began to walk forward. You didn’t know why you had stopped in the first place. The chiffon headdress fluttered around your chin. Now that the adrenaline of searching for Thor had dissipated, you could finally take in the surroundings of Stark’s much anticipated event. A calculated distraction, you would admit. Swathes of bygone-era dressed guests moved in groups from stall to stall. The faint pluck of a lute troupe audible over the buzz of the crowd, humming like birds in the rustling waves of trees surrounding the clearing. Stationary wagons holding every manner of historical food and beverage you could think of were dotted about. Tony had really spunked the budget this year. Silently, you walked sandwiched between two simmering gods towards the only group of familiar faces; hovering by the food carts.

“What were the three of you doing in the costume tent?” Wanda said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. You shook your head subtly. Loki frowned. “I think the better query is why Lang is sporting that counterfeit phallus.” he drawled, drawing his eyes judgementally over the protrusion from Scott’s hose-clad hips. The subject of his jibe’s eyes widened, a gargantuan roasted turkey leg covering the lower half of his face. “Wha-?” he mouthed, meat flicking into the air and hitting Nat on the forehead. Scott swallowed with difficulty, gesturing at his crotch with a free hand. “Hello?! It’s a Ren faire! Cod-pieces galore am I right? Everyone’s got em. You’ve got one for god’s sa-” He stopped mid-sentence, gaze lingering once more on the draw of Loki’s hypnotic groin outlined perfectly beneath the tights. You traced the curves of your sometime-lover’s bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years. Loki shifted his stance, folding his arms as he widened his hips. “We both know that I do not require such auspicious modifications, Lang.” he said slowly, a smile tugging his lips as Scott’s cheeks flushed.

“Please tell me we’re not talking about Laufeyson’s ding-dong again…” Steve whined over your shoulder, making you jump. He sashed into the centre of the circle, hands folded together beneath the long brown draping of his sleeves. A wooden cross hung around his neck, a thick rope of cream tied to his waist. Gone was the shock of radiant blonde hair, and in its place a questionable skullcap complete with dark bowel-cut. Friar Rogers. You lowered your eyes to the ground, feeling your chest begin to contract with laughter. For a moment, you saw Loki’s feet shuffle closer; just a little. Steve’s blue eyes widened pleadingly, every inch a man of the cloth. “Can we please try to keep lewdness to a minim-” “-I think what Tuck Shop is trying to say is that there are children, children.” Tony chided with amusement, as he sauntered out of nowhere to take his place beside the good Friar. Deep lines on his forehead danced with barely contained mirth. Or maybe he’d just been at the mead. A resplendent crown sat jauntily on his head, a tunic of red tinselled satin and silver thread replacing his trademark t-shirt and jeans. In one hand, he held a ridiculously large steak on a stick. In the other, a tankard. He took a sip, as Steve glanced around, flinching as a juggler appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the crowd. Tony burped, before posturing thoughtfully. “Although, I think collectively we can agree we’re all obsessed with Laufeyson’s ‘ding-dong’.” he quipped, raising an eyebrow around the circle. “I mean...it’s worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing.” Steve flushed an alarming shade of crimson, cut off comically at the base of his skullcap. Loki sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Stark, you declared that I was to be the King in today’s farcical proceedings.” he said petulantly, with no attempt to hide his irritation. “Did I?” Tony gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. Thor snorted. “I think not, brother.” he scoffed. “The crown should fall in direct lineage to those who are worthy. I would be willing to concede my post as King of this fete if you would but grant me your renewed Oath of Most Assured Recompense in return?” he goaded, making Loki’s jaw clench. You heard him inhale sharply- “-No more Oaths!” you snapped, making both brothers jump. “This is ridiculous. You can both be kings, no one cares.” There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group. Tony raised his hand incredulously while Loki and Thor let out a simultaneous derisive snort. “Both?!” the blonde boomed, shaking his head. “My, my it truly would never have worked between us.” he said wistfully. Loki rolled his eyes as Rogers backed slowly out the circle, seeming to glide glacially with tiny steps beneath the sway of his shit-coloured robes. “Well then one of you change.” Nat growled, as you started to feel the antsy crawl of awkward tension tingle up your arms again. Thor laughed. “There is not one garment in the tent from whence we came that would fit over one of my mighty calves, Romanoff. Tis’ my brother who shall have to concede.” “Did they really think I’d give anyone else the King job at my own damn party?” you heard Tony scoff loudly to no-one. “Asgardians, I’m tellin ya…” You saw the muscle in Loki’s cheek bob as he ground his teeth. Tony bit into the speared steak in his hand, enjoying it all immensely. The dark god’s eyes flashed, a glimmer of something sparking heat between your legs.

“Fine.” Loki snapped, “As it happens I came prepared for such traitorous shenanigans. A lifetime of dealing with you, brother, has taught me to always save my best for when you show your hand.” he smirked, eyes flickering between you and a sceptical Thor. “Besides…” he purred slowly, stalking his gaze in your direction. “I have found that people are quite willing to bow to me... even without a crown.”

He grasped one of the golden tips with his thumb and forefinger, thrusting the ornament to the ground at Thor’s feet with a flick of his wrist. You saw a green glow lap at Loki’s feet, moving slowly upwards. He could do this in a millisecond if he wanted, but he was putting on a show. His twee buckled shoes melted to thick black leather, rolling up his calves like armour. Edges appeared below the knees, shifting inward to coat his carved thighs in matching trousers which, somehow, gave the illusion of being even snugger than the cream tights. You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away as a wave of wild fur blossomed around his torso; bear or fox or- “-Wolf.” Loki purred rakishly in your direction, his tongue taking its time over the syllable like a seductive bark. “Urgh, I love it when he does that.” Wanda cooed huskily, giving her face a dramatic fan. You rolled your eyes, shuffling with your arms folded. Suddenly your corset felt tight. Very tight. In the seconds your gaze had been averted, a thick leather belt had appeared around Loki’s midriff, cinching the fur. Heavy pendants hung from his neck, glinting in the afternoon sun against bare skin. The wolf fur ran in a deep V to his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I’m fucked.

“This will suit my new posting for the festivities all the better, anyway.” Loki sneered towards his brother as Tony took another gulp of mead. He flicked his hair over his shoulders, the haughty slice of his jaw making you flinch as it pointed to you. “I find that women prefer characters’ with a little more...depth. Isn’t that right, Agent?” Wanda elbowed you in the ribs playfully as Thor squinted; bamboozled. “What does that mean?” he scoffed. “I thought you on greeting duty, of all things…over yonder.” He tilted his head towards the line of families queued at the entrance, excited children jumping up and down. You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away. Loki smirked. “I have been re-assigned.” he said, glinting eyes making a flutter shuffle in your belly. His thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt, tugging downward. What you wouldn’t give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire’s boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing. Loki’s lashes fluttered upwards, his lip curling before those ethereal features hardened again. He had been colder than usual this past week, and you had a feeling that today would be no different, given the circumstances.

“Yah – he’s on the archery range now.” Tony interjected casually, breaking the stare you didn’t know you were burning into the profile of Loki’s jawline.

Nat shook her head. “What the fuck? Where’s Clint?” she said, glancing around the bustling thoroughfare. Tony shrugged, talking through a mouthful of ye olde steak. “Said he didn’t feel like it today, his voice sounded a little hoarse on the phone.” Nat’s brow arched, swinging her eyes suspiciously towards Loki. The god rocked on his heels, a tiny shrug making his shoulders bounce as he tried to contain the smile pressing at his dimples. “I didn’t know you could shoot.” you scoffed, fidgeting with the veil hanging by your collarbone. “You never asked, Agent.” he drawled innocently, running a hand through his perfectly waved hair. “But truly...are you surprised?” Nat suddenly yanked you to the side of the group. She cast a quick glance back to the circle closing in on Loki, admiring his new outfit. Scott was rubbing a palm repeatedly down his pelted chest while the god smirked, pleased with himself. “He’s done something with Clint.” she hissed over your shoulder. You frowned, leaning back incredulously to see the concern etched plainly on her face. “He wouldn’t…” you whispered, glancing at a resplendent, wolf fur clad Loki stretching his ridiculously long arms to Scott's unbridled awe. “Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to read her face. “Nat I…” you started, fully intending to stand your ground. Suddenly there was a low whistle. Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs. There were screams from the crowd before it parted, a panicked flurry of feathered hats and veils and skirts flying in all directions as citizens fell over themselves. A beautiful black steed cantered through the fray, completely un-phased. It was absolutely huge, the massive muscles of it's broad chest flexing with each long step. It’s smooth coat gleamed, rich tones of deepest blue flashing amongst the inky hairs as it trotted over and stopped with its nose pressed against Loki’s palm. “Shall we, Agent?” Loki purred knowingly snapping his fingers and making a vibrant caparison unfurl on the waiting stallion. The luxurious material fell in folds, dark emerald and vibrant gold with Loki's insignia woven through the fabric. A saddle and reins manifested snug to the huge horse, who whinnied in approval. Words failed you, seeing an ornate curved bow appear in Loki's grip through a wash of flickering magic. He slung it casually over his shoulder, palm stretched toward you expectantly. You vaguely heard Scott’s murmurs of besotted admiration as a sharp nudge from Natasha in the kidneys made you stumble forwards, automatically grasping towards his hand. Before you could protest, the air was knocked out of you as Loki’s fingers gripped around your waist, throwing you up. Your ass landed sideways on the saddle with a soft thump. You scrambled to grip the reigns, steadying yourself. With a graceful bound, Loki swung himself up behind, winding arms encasing you before his nimble fingers caressed the leather reigns from your grasp.

The disbelieving stares of the gathered Avengers crawled in your periphery as his forearms tightened around your ribs. Loki's elaborately constructed garment did nothing to disguise the hardness of the muscle beneath, thick ropes of pure power shifting as he settled. You could feel the slide of traitorous arousal leaking between your thighs, desperately wet and needy for the infuriatingly smug god steadying you against his spread leathered femurs. “You can be my first student, won’t that be fun?” he smouldered darkly, the whisper of his sweet breath skating over the delicate skin beneath your ear. He chuckled softly against your cheek. "Someone has to break me in before I am unleashed on the unsuspecting public, surely." You sighed, a quiver of anticipation betraying the roar of desire between your legs as you pressed them together, hanging off the side of his steed. The horse stamped once. Impatient, like his master. “And Agent…?” Loki murmured through a smirk, the deep baritones making you squeeze your shoulder-blades together against the expanse of rippling masculinity beneath the wolf-pelt. “I have quite the lesson in mind.”

To be continued in Bow to Me: Quivering (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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[cinecitystudio]

Why Pre-wedding Photoshoot?

8 Reasons Why a Pre-wedding Photoshoot Should Be Essential

“Love begins in a moment, grows over time and lasts an Eternity.” And the beginning has to be just awesome! Isn’t it? As you get engaged to your soulmate, Pre-wedding photoshoot can help you to create moments to cherish for lifetime.

Years after, it helps your relive your beginning and also applaud the moments into beautiful pieces of snapshot, years after through the pre wedding photograph album. Photograph speaks for itself, very rare has to be mentioned as caption, and so does serve to be the moment seizing

However, at times, we notice couples being quite puzzled about whether they should actually be having a pre-wedding shoot or not. Yes, it does mean a little added expenditure, it does eat into your tight schedule and you have to face the camera a bit more. But, hey! Having a pre-wedding shoot sorts out a cartload of things and it has a whole lot of hidden perks.

Still confused? Here’s me listing all the reasons which are sure to turn your Nay into Yay!

1. Getting to know each other better:

Pre wedding photoshoot is very good opportunity for the couple to spend some quality time together and ease feelings of awkwardness. This helps couple be more open and expressive about their relationships be it arranged or love marriage. This thing become more significant when you consider most of the marriages in India are arranged marriages.

2. Develop Rapport with Photographer:

Photographer is the person who would literally stalk you everywhere during the wedding! The Pre-wedding shoot is a session during when the couple can connect and feel comfortable with the photographer. On the other hand, it helps the photographer to know the couple better – their characters, preferences, styles, and most importantly comfort level – and adjust his photography style accordingly.

This ensures that you get some thoughtful photographs which have got some correlation with your lives, stories, or past events, instead of a few cliché pictures.

3. Facing the Camera:

Many people are camera-shy and may not be comfortable in front of the camera and the crew. This can even spoil your wedding photography. Pre-wedding photoshoot can prove as one of the best ice-breakers, prior to your big event to spend in front of the lens.

Pre-wedding photoshoot is a good chance to start making yourselves used to the idea of having a camera or a bunch of people all around.

4. Depict the soul of the relationship- The Chemistry:

Pre wedding photoshoot embarks the initial chemistry letting the couple endure themselves in the upcoming events and let the magic whirl around. It shows the beautiful chemistry and compatibility between the partners so they can enjoy having a glance on it after so many years of successful marriage.

There are many concepts involved in pre wedding likewise, the traditional, the glamorous, the casual, the indigenous, the thematic, and so on as you can choose from. Each has its own aura to be in resemblance with you depicting the soul of the relationship.

5. Real, Casual & Comfortable:

One great reason is having a more casual photo together that’s professionally produced. Pre-wedding photography help capture the couple in a more relaxed and casual mood rather than the whole grandeur of the wedding when a thousand things run on the heads.

On the day of the wedding, the couple might be too tired with everything happening or just too busy to click some great couple shots. These pre-wedding shoots help in getting some great pictures for the wall.

A pre-wedding shoot gives us the freedom to wear what we want and be in our most comfortable and stylish outfit. You both can be real you and strike more natural, unrestrained, and fun-filled acts and gestures.

6. Creating Digital Invitation Card & Website; Announcements on Social Media:

In today’s WhatsApp world, Digital Invitation Card is must and some good photographs from pre-wedding shoot will help your kith & kin know whom you are getting married to by face. The couple prefer to take a pew-wedding shoot followed by a video/ photo invitation to their special day. Moreover, the photos make a great backdrop for the ‘save the date’.

Having a nice wedding website is also a trend now-a-days. The website consists of details of both of you, your family, wedding day and other functions. Photos from your pre-wedding photoshoot can make your wedding website look classy and fabulous. Looking for wedding website designer? Click here.

Furthermore, pre-wedding photoshoot gives you the opportunity to showcase your partner on tons of social media platforms. Share them on Facebook, use pics and introduce your hashtag on twitter and Instagram. Make one picture your phone background, or your laptop screen saver.

7. Introducing the Couple

In Many a weddings, a pre-wedding shoot is also used to introduce the couple and like a movie, the closed circle share their thoughts on the to-be-weds and run it during the wedding for the guests to see. This unveils their characters, preferences, and journey.

8. Memories to cherish for Lifetime:

The Photoshoot leaves the couple with the lovely memories in the form of beautiful pre wedding photographs. A nice Chemistry Book can be created which will feature – their story, how they met for the first time, their likes-dislikes, hobbies and interests, etc.

Moreover, the pre-wedding shoot is actually a fun trip – a trip that the couple will always remember and preserve as their finest memories from that time.

Planning for your Pre-wedding Photoshoot? Must visit www.cinecitystudio.com.

Cine City is a thoughtfully developed photography and videography location comprising of 40+ backdrops at a single location which is the mix of indoor and outdoor sets. A private property spanning over 70000 sq. ft. specifically designed for photoshoot and video shoot, is easily approachable from Mumbai, Pune and Nasik. Apart from the backdrops, Cine City has everything you need while pre-wedding shoot- make-up rooms, props, and costumes.

Visit www.cinecitystudio.com now and make your pre-wedding photoshoot a never-forgettable experience.

[nyashykyunnie]

Sung Jinwoo x Cuddly S/O

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 001✦ ┆・

Pre-Awakening

Shy bb, he simply goes panicc when u do. he scrambles on his arms not knowing what to do and ends up just flailing his cutie lidol bebe arms.

He red, why is he so precious I wanna hold him so close nAUR TAT

Your hugs are his therapy.

He simply depresso even if he doesnt show it, he really hates being the weakest. 

He wants to protect you, his sister, and take care of his mom.

But alas, our poor baby jinwoo is just not capable of it.

One time he even cried into your arms because of the built up stress he is feeling being the weakest hunter there is.

Daddy Era—//SLAPPED I MEAN MONARCH ERA

Back then, he ends up tripping whenever you jump hug him, man’s just a sticc back then give him a break lAwD.

That was in the past, now, whenever you jump hug him he just ends up completely still like a damn wall while lifting your thighs up properly going “Hey there, babe” then kithing ur lidol cheek nyeheheh.

Other times he’d turn around to catch you and then give you a smol peck in your cheeks. 

Oh how people aren’t able to comprehend this propler like sir, hello? You lead an entire army of black soldiers that can create a whole new nation, has literally murdered dozens of people, has made even monsters fear him— And yet here he is, catching you and giving you the sweetest possible kisses.

Man’s even lets you sit on his lap so you can cuddle him more easily. He became big boi and he doesnt want you to struggle in giving those yummy snuggles he always craves and wants.

He just adores you cuddly personality. He can stay for hours in your arms completely  unmoving, he just wants huggies ssh.

Doesnt he have work?

“That can wait later”

Look who’s procrastinating.

Sumtimes being a new s-rank hunter and him suddenly being a billionaire outf nowhere stresses him at some point, and what does he need the most instead of taking medication pills?(do those even work on him anymore? I mean he has immunity to stuff, maybe pills arent included since the intention is to heal him? I dunno???? I’m loosing braincells tf) He goes to you.

He just quietly crawls into your arms and takes in your scent. He loves it, so so much. 

The stench of blood is nauseating, he needs relief fromit and it’s your embrace is where he finds that euphoria.

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —!  stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[tomaytow]

omg im having brainrot about venti and how do u think he would cuddle windblume? would he be big spoon or small spoon? lmk ur thoughts!

i am so sorry it took me a while to respond bUT OOO

i hope you’re still having a venti brainrot because i’m still having a brainrot abt him (24/7,, check my dms with tala aka tumblr user blooming-cecilia LOL i flood her with venti stuff a lot)

anyway.

cuddling venti hcs, you want? i’ll give it to you. let me just ransack my mind for a bit;

- imagine just laying supine on the bed and venti just. crawls on top of you and buries his head on your chest. venti likes listening to your heartbeat and he also likes it when you stroke or pat his head. go on. run your fingers through his hair. he’ll probably sigh, pleased, and if you stop – he’ll definitely tell you to do it again (do it again! why should you not?) if you’re feeling playful and decide to stop, there are chances he’ll put your hand back to where it belongs.

- imagine sleeping so deeply that nothing ever wakes you. a venti comes to join you for bed, and when he sees you hugging a pillow, he won’t hesitate to replace said pillow with himself. venti will either nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, or he’ll let your head rest on his chest. hm. he likes smelling your shampoo, by the way, because it makes him feel so much at home.

- ((akshsjbsjsjsjb the idea of venti just content with windblume… it’s so nice…))

- in the idol au, i discussed a similar concept where you try to make venti jealous by cuddling a plushie instead of him. it didn’t end well cuz venti couldn’t take it (archons, he’s just so silly-) and threw it across the room, before glomping you. why is the plushie getting more love than him??? he’s your boyfriend!!

- during the morning, it’s hard to get up because of venti’s hold around your waist. you’ll have to wake him up so he can let go of you. (but bear in mind, though: that venti’s very clingy—an understatement, tbh—and he loves you very much. i think waking him up just made it worse because he’ll hold you tighter. he refuses to let go.) there is no e s c a p e.

- cuddle him and he’ll cuddle you back. it has more passion and vigor it’s overwhelming. he’ll giggle a lot. cuddling is his favorite past times with you.

- you expect me to not think abt needy venti???? wrong. needy venti is for the soul. imagine him just sitting on the couch and has his arms raised. hands closing and opening in a grabby motion. he pouts at you, “windblume. cuddle.”

- he wants your attention, your affections, so it’s not so surprising when you’re on the phone with someone and you feel arms squeezing your waist… and kisses on your cheeks…

- don’t get me started on possessive venti during cuddle sessions cuz even though you both look cute & wholesome on the outside, who’s not to say that venti’s mind is only filled with mine, and only mine… mine always

- the anemo archon “i’ll be your alternate jacket / hoodie / sweater!” barbatos, then proceeds to BEAR HUG you

- AJAHAJWBDKJDKKDLNDNP i just remembered abt his wings 🥺🥺 venti will definitely wrap his wings around you for more warmth……they’re so soft and comfortable and fluffy

- imagine you just both sitting together and one of his wings guide you close to him

- during rainy days / winter season, cuddles with venti will increase (if venti’s being a lil trickster, he’ll insert his cold hand under your shirt)

- “windblume, i’m cold. i think i deserve some cuddling, don’t you think?”

- personal hc: venti can’t choose which position he likes, but he has a soft spot for digging and hiding his face on your neck… he wants to be in his haven; his paradise; your arms around him, his arms around you. or just you, really. you’re home to him.

- after a long day, venti just drapes all over you. there are no words exchanged but you can understand what’s happening. he’s recharging. praise him, will you? comfort him? give him little kiths… or if you can, sing him songs? (yes. when venti’s upset, he calms down when he just presses himself closer to you)

- venti’s hugs are just the best. there are times where things are hard and it’ll always be resolved with proper communication and really— just a tight hug will suffice.

- when you’re both curled with one another, venti rubs your fingers with his thumb tenderly. hand holding with venti is always nice because you can feel that he really loves you, even in simple gestures.

- look at venti whenever you guys cuddle. yep. the soft gaze. the small smile. ah, yes. he loves you very much.

as for the big spoon and little spoon… venti can be both. he can be the big spoon or the small spoon.

that’s what’s perfect about him.

he doesn’t care.

as long as he’s cuddling you, he’s satisfied.

at first i only thought him as a small spoon because i want to give him the comfort that he deserves uNTIL I REALIZED THAT BIG SPOON VENTI IS GOOD, TOO. i mean. wouldn’t you want to be spooned by the anemo archon???

((tho… i’m in a huge big spoon venti mood rn…….. time to feed myself))

so yeah!!! it depends on the mood.

but you know. venti prefers it more when he sees you.

there’s easy access to the lips—easy access to the eyes. easy access to the face. he loves seeing you.

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi, hi, hiiii! I’m here to send a request for your event :D

Can you maybe do a High School AU with Nozel who happens to be y/n’s academic rival? I’m a big fan of Enemies to Lovers so the trope got to be that one ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ Thank youuuu

Congratulations on the milestone!

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./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°

i shoot u >:(

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./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.~♡︎

with love tho-

{Aine's 1700 Event}

Omg you cutie. I love all the emoticons hahaha!! Come here lemme gib you kithhhh ♡

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Edit: @wifeoflangrisvaude I thought I should tag you here as well since this request is from you too <3

And we have another same request hehe ♡ are you two like twinnys or something hehe the exact same troupe too.

And omg A YEAR (づ￣ ³￣)づ come here let Aine gib you Kith too. ♡♡ Thank you for the lovely wishes and I hope you continue making people's day with my work ♡

This request is.... So classic. *chef kiss* I love good ol classics ♡ I'll go with high school AU instead of college because of the plot I have in mind. ^3^

AU: High School Characters: Nozel Silva x F! reader TW: slight angst, unchecked, vulgarities. This is long ass for Aine's standards. It should be divided into chapters but I'm lazy so..

*SLAM*

You closed your locker door after getting your books for the next lesson. The hallway went silent.

Opps. Did I slam it too hard?

You turned around to look at everyone's reaction, hoping to not get the weird looks.

But you met eye to eye with Nozel Silva. His face seemed to forever be in a scowl but the girls were all squealing over him. You'll never know what they see in him.

Nozel's eye darted away from you like you were some sort of diseases that made his eye hurt. And you simply rolled your eye.

"Acting all high and mighty just cause he's rich and studies well, lmao" you said sarcastically as you leaned against your locker and crossed your arm.

Nozel's eyebrows twitched a little as he heard your comment. He turned his head back a little to glare at you, both of you scowling at each other.

Your bestie, Vanessa pulled you away, whisper-shouting at you, "let's just go, y/n!"

Both Nozel and you didn't start off this way. You both never bothered about each other's existence at the start of the year, but because both you and Nozel were the top student of the cohort, you were always 'fighting' over the first position.

There can only be one number 1 and that person will get the scholarship to get in Clover College, the prestigious college of your area.

Whenever you took the top in the test, Nozel would give a frown like someone owed him money. He was also always acting cool and confident, like money could resolve all his problems. Well, it could really resolve 99% of your problems but.. you just didn't like his stuck up behaviour AND you really needed the scholarship so you both became "rivals" somehow.

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"I dont understand why does he need to vie for this position with me? He's bloody rich so he doesn't need the scholarship to get in??" You stretched yourself to get ready for PE class later than evening.

"Well, it's like an honourable thing for the family name," Nebra sat beside you and sighed, "he's pushing himself a lot, that brother of mine, but he really doesn't mean any harm. We get it from him sometimes too."

In Silver Eagles High School, certain lessons were mixed between the different levels, example cooking, PE or art lessons, so you got to be in the same class as Nebra, Nozel's younger sister. Somehow, you both got along despite you and her brother's rivalry.

"Well, if he treats you guys this way as well then it's not about the family name" you lifted your hand in an inverted coma, "it's just his ego?"

Nebra giggled, "oh y/n, you're the only girl I've seen that talks about my brother this way."

Nebra liked you. You were real and down to earth and you really worked hard for everything that you got. And you were the only one that doesn't squeal over her brother.

Most girls that liked Nozel were only because they liked his looks or his money. But thankfully, Nozel doesn't give them more than a second glance because he was very focused on his academics and his sport, archery.

He was also the teacher's favourite because he's smart and responsible and always brought back Medals in Archery. He was indeed the Model student.

But you were not bad yourself, you always excelled in academics and you were on the school's volleyball team with Nebra and Vanessa, except that it was a team sport so you were not as recognised as Nozel.

Nebra often thought that you and her brother would be a lovely match if it weren't for the both of you fighting over the top position. Well, one can only imagine, Nebra thought to herself.

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"oi, y/n~" Josh came to your desk, "could you like, teach me how to do homework?"

"How do I teach you if you don't even come to class?" you gave him a stoic expression.

Josh was the school's hockey team MVP. He was great at his sports and was also another ladies' favourite but he always skipped class. He always used his Hockey trainings as an excuse like he was tired or injured etc and the teacher's had no choice. But his academic results were a disaster.

"Hey now, give me a break will ya, training has been killing me, at least let me study your homework then?"

"You mean copy?" you raised a brow

"No~ don't say it like that.." Josh gave you a sheepish smile, "I thought a pretty face like you would be nice too"

"Give me a break, Josh" you rolled your eyes at him.

"being a brag just cause you're top in class?" Josh started to speak sarcastically and his friends sniggered.

You ignored him but he grabbed your bag, "eh eh pretty face, better not be too proud yeah? Sharing is caring"

You struggled against him, but he was huge and strong, so your efforts were futile.

A hand smacked Josh's arm, causing the Hockey player to let go of his grip on you.

"What a disgrace, bullying a girl." Nozel gave Josh a look of disgust as he walked past towards his desk.

"it's none of your business rich boy," Josh glared at him, the other boys squaring Nozel up, but Nozel had his Lackeys back him up too. (well, cause he's rich yknow) Both staring down each other.

"It's none of my business but I'm trying to study here and you're bothering me."

Josh knew that he could not offend Nozel. The Silvas were very authoritative and had great influence in the country. Once, someone tried to beat Nozel up in Middle school, but not only did Nozel know self defence, that guy got expelled and hearsay that no school in the country accepted him after.

Josh stomped off in a huff, "I'll remember this Silva. You better watch out y/n."

"What a waste of my time," Nozel Muttered when he left.

You pursed your lips. You hated to owe him but you did. "Thanks."

Nozel took one glance at you and he went back to his desk, completing his homework.

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You sprained your ankle at volleyball training, you could barely walk, so Nebra offered to give you a ride home after training, since she had a chauffeur come get her.

But as the door opened, Nozel was seated inside. You both stared at each other, the tension rising again.

"Are we some kind of hitch service now?" Nozel spoke coldly.

"It's fine, Nebra, I can just-"

Before you could finish, Nebra held your hand and sat into the car.

"She's injured, brother, anyway her house is on the way, move over a little." Nebra nudged her brother into the car so you had space to sit in the Bently too. Well it was spacious so there was more than enough space.

Nozel let out a small "tsk" but he remained silent as he leaned back and closed his eyes, tired from a day of archery training.

You and Nebra ignored Nozel and made small little chats about the day as you guided the driver to your home. Soon enough, you reached your place.

"Your house looks cute and cozy just from the outside, y/n!" Nebra looked at your little home.

"Come by one day, my mom is a pretty good baker," you beamed at her and thanked her and the chauffeur for sending you back.

"You friend has good manners, young lady Nebra." The chauffeur commented, which Nebra agreed.

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You were late for school the next day. You had trouble sleeping at night because of the pain in your foot and you didn't have time to see a proper doctor yet, so you put on a guard and waddled as fast as you can to school.

The lecture already started when you arrived, and you mumbled a "sorry" to your lecturer. There was not much seats left and you just scrambled into the nearest available seat.

You already felt a cold vibe coming from beside you and you glanced to your side, mentally cursing yourself for choosing such a seat. A seat beside Nozel Silva.

fuck it, you thought to yourself and quickly took out your notes and tried to figure out where the lecturer was at.

You flipped back on forth, until a page was shoved beside you, showing you the slide the class was at at that moment.

You looked up at Nozel, his eyes was focused on the lecture in front. You've never been this close to him before, and you noticed his lavender eyes, a hint softer than Nebra's and you thought that they were really pretty. Even prettier than Nebra's, you would say.

You shook off your weird thoughts and whispered "thank you" to him. To which he just nodded.

The bell rang, signifying the lunch break and everyone quickly packed and scooted out of the lecture hall.

Because you had some things to catch up on from missing 30 mins of class, you were still scribbling in your notes. You tried to quickly pack up so you could head to the front to ask the lecturer about some questions you had, but someone knocked into you, spilling the contents of your bag onto the floor.

Said person ran out of the hall, mumbling a "sorry", leaving you picking up everything amongst the crazy stampede of humans leaving the room.

Someone bent down, helping you to pick up your notes and stuff. You looked up, about to thank the person and it was Nozel Silva. You were so surprised and shocked when he handed you your file with all the notes inside picked up and slotted nicely.

Now you were looking at him close up, face to face. His face was flawless. What does this guy eat? His features were pretty nice, he had a pointed nose and chiseled jaw line, you kinda understand why many girls fell for his looks.

"T-thank you," you stuttered upon realising you might have been looking at him a little too long. You took your things and turn to head towards the lecturer, but he was long gone.

You let out a sigh. What a morning.

Nozel handed you something. It was his notes from today's lecture, "pass it to Nebra when you're done." and he walked off without another word.

You swore your heart did a little skip at that moment and your perspective of him started to change a little.

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"Tell Nozel Thank you for me," you returned the notes to Nebra at the next training. You passed some muffins to her as well. "From my mom, for you guys for sending me home and helping me out!"

"I can't believe my brother lent you his notes" Nebra wriggled her brows at you.

"Well, maybe he knew why I was late, since you guys sent me home the other day and he decided to show some mercy." you laughed.

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The next day, you were walking to class with Vanessa and you saw Nozel from afar, coming towards your direction, your heart thumped a little faster thinking about what you were going to say to him.

Should I say hello, or ask about the muffins, or thank him again for his notes.

"Nebra is sick from eating your stupid muffins." he glared at you, "what did you put in them?"

You were flabbergasted and was totally caught off guard.

"What?" you managed to squeak out.

"Tsk, can't talk now?" he was more annoyed now.

"I-is she ok??"

"The doctors came to look at her this morning and gave her some painkillers, she was vomiting the entire night."

"Is everyone else okay?"

"Only she ate your muffins. Thank god I didn't eat that cheap thing." he shook his head.

"Hey, don't be rude, Nozel, obviously y/n didn't mean it??" Vanessa stepped in front of you.

Your chest was in pain. It felt like a dagger was being stabbed straight into your heart multiple times. He didn't even try the muffins, he thought it was cheap and Nebra was sick.

You didn't know how to feel. You felt genuinely bad and worried for your friend and you were hurt that the muffins you helped your mom made were being insulted this way.

For the past week, you really thought differently of Nozel. You thought that he wasn't that bad of a person and you were excited to see him again.

You didn't even realise you were crying until your vision turned blur.

"I'm s-sorry." you lowered your head and looked at your feet, not wanting him to see your tears fall.

But he did. He was dumbfounded and panic stricken when he saw the tears form in your eyes. He didn't mean to make you cry... He pursed his lips, unsure of what to say now. He mentally chided himself for using such harsh words towards you.

He was just mad and worried about Nebra and the year end exams were coming up, she couldn't afford to miss any classes.

"you happy now, Nozel?" Vanessa held you and chided Nozel, "do you rich people have no manners?"

Instead of apologising like he should, he coward away, turning his heels and walking off.

When he turned his back on you and left, your heart shattered.

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For the next few weeks, you always avoided Nozel and you didn't even look him in the eye. Although Nebra was already better, but you didn't know how to face Nozel after what he said.

You really thought that he was a good guy afterall, only to be proven otherwise when he insulted you and your mom's muffins. But you couldn't really argue much, since it was a fact that Nebra did get a tummy upset after eating your muffins. You could only feel dejection and disappointment.

The finals were around the corner and everyone was more focused on school. You worked your ass off, studying day and night endlessly, hoping to get that scholarship and getting into clover college.

Nozel sees you in school very often. Since the both of you were the top students, you both hung around school to study very often. There were many times where there was not much people in school anymore and both bumped into each other.

There was always a tension and awkwardness in the air. Nozel didn't know what to say; he regretted the words the moment it came out from his mouth.

Truth to be told, he admired your spirit. Not many people could be this determined and disciplined. You were always kind to teach your other friends patiently while he would always lose his patience.

You were popular amongst your friends, but he knew that many around him were just interested in his wealth. He lowkey wanted to be friends with you but he didn't knew how to ask. And ever since that incident, you wouldn't even give him so much as a glance. And it actually broke his heart a little.

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"Nozel,"Solid, Nozel's younger brother, came to him one day, "I've got news you might want to hear about."

"What?" Nozel was still deeply concentrated on his work in front of him, he was studying like a machine these days, pushing himself for the final lap.

"One of Josh's lackeys fell out with him,"

"I'm not interested."

"that's not the point-"

"then get to the point." Nozel cut him off.

"I'm getting to it! Anyway he told someone that he put something in y/n's muffins."

Upon hearing your name, his ears perked up and started listening to the conversation. "what muffins?" he pretended to not remember, but he knew exactly what his brother was talking about.

"The one y/n gave to Nebra! Josh wanted payback for the other day when you embarrassed him. He thought you were gonna eat them, but he put some constipation meds in there.."

Nozel stared a hole in the younger Silva, "evidence?"

"Well it was awhile ago so we can only take his word for it. So technically we can't really report him or shit." he shrugged, "I just thought you wanted to know, since you scolded y/n about it..."

Solid zipped up his lips when he saw the tone in Nozel's face change. If looks could kill, he felt that he would have been murdered by Nozel.

Nozel Silva seldom felt regret. But now he was haunted by it. He already felt bad for his harsh use of words and now he felt like he was being kicked in the gut a thousand times.

He never thought of himself as dumb until today. He wanted to apologise to you but he had no idea how to.

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"Nebra," Nozel came to his sister's room that very day and told her everything that happened.

"I can't believe you said that to y/n!" Nebra gave her brother a look of disgust.

"she didn't tell you?"

"no? she only said that she heard I had a tummy upset and she felt bad and apologised to me."

Nozel felt more pangs of regret hitting his chest. It really felt like getting smacked in the head with a frying pan. You're really an angel through and through.

"I'll apologise. Let me know what she likes."

"Yeah brother, you deal with y/n and your studies and I'll deal with that Josh guy... How dare he do that.." Solid cracked his fingers.

"I'll help you!" Nebra nodded at her brother.

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A cake box with a beautiful red ribbon was placed on your desk the next day. You looked up at the gifter. It was Nozel. His face was slightly awkward and his ear tips were red.

"s-sorry about the other day" the Silva coughed out.

Your heart thumped in your chest, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Even though you told yourself you were mad at him, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies at this moment.

"It wasn't your muffins, it was Josh." Nozel told you everything that Solid told him.

"I can't believe that idiot!!" you furrowed your brows, "how can he do such a thing!"

"we'll deal with him. don't worry." Nozel nodded to you and your heart skipped a beat. He was so suave and cool, you felt your face reddening and you had to purse your lips to not smile.

"h-how?"

"Nothing a little money cannot solve.."

"geez, you rich people... I can never understand.." you gave a little laugh, to Nozel's surprise. It was the first time in 3 years you laughed in front of him. And you looked kinda... cute.

*cough cough* Nozel tried to cough away his oncoming blush and he quickly excused himself.

You opened up the cake box and noticed a little card inside.

y/n: sorry for using those harsh words at you. They don't hold any meaning or malice. My apologies for wronging you and your muffins. All the best for the finals and have ample rest and water. Nozel.

You couldn't help but smile gleefully at the beautifully handwritten card. Even his handwriting was graceful and neat. What else can this Nozel not do?

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It was getting late on a school day and it was just one week to the finals. You were studying alone in the library, your study buddies already calling it a day.

"Still not done for the day?"

You looked up. Nozel took a seat beside you.

"Just finishing up the l last few chapters, you?" you gave him a shy smile, ever since that day, you both would smile at each other or give little nods when you saw each other.

Some days you both could sit beside one another in lectures or class. The people around you were shocked.

"I'm done actually, but I can wait for you. It's getting late and there's no one here."

"Oh no it's fine-" you tried to wave him off but he was already opening one of his notes.

You threw in the towel at 9pm.

"I'll send you back, it's on the way." Nozel insisted. His chauffeur was already waiting at the school gates with their Bently. "You can rest abit in the car. It's what I usually do."

You wanted to protest but you were extremely exhausted from a full day of studying. So you hopped onto the Bently.

"All the best for the finals, y/n." Nozel gave you a smile. He looked really handsome even under the dim lights of the car.

"you should smile more," you blurted out.

You both stared at each other wide eyed, the heat in the car rising.

"T-thanks for the trip back!!" you quickly got out of the car.

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You got finals done and dusted. You felt a huge rock thrown off your back. You were finally free! It was time to focus on the upcoming spring sports tournament.

You focused on your volleyball and Nozel focused on his archery. You thought about him a lot actually. But since there was no more school, you saw him lesser.

Only during days where your practice was on the same day and you would bump into him or see him when he waited for Nebra.

Nozel too, wanted to talk to you. But he had no idea how to and your common topic was studying, which you no longer needed to do right now. He felt a little sad on some days and he found himself thinking about you a lot more.

He started to make excuses to come see Nebra at training, so he could steal a glimpse of you.

When you played volleyball, you looked so cool and sexy. He started to ask Nebra more about the sport, so he could understand you a little more.

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The results for the finals came out. Nozel took the top place and he got the scholarship. You couldn't help but feel disappointed but you were truly happy for Nozel. He had studied hard and he was really, really smart.

Well, now you had to go home and think of a way to raise the money to even pay for Clover College. Maybe you could take up a summer job or some sorts.. Or borrow money..

"y/n." a familiar voice was heard.

"Nozel, congrats!" you beamed at him.

"T-thanks." a small blush crept onto Nozel's cheeks. "I don't need the money from the scholarship."

"uh-huh. of course you don't-"

"I'll give you the money." Nozel said before you can finish whatever you wanted to say.

"Scholarships don't work this way, dummy," you giggled.

"I know, I already have the money for college. So since I'm getting in via scholarship, I'll give you the money. You deserve to be in Clover College and I'm 100% sure you'll get in."

"wha- why? You don't have to. I can't accept this."

"You don't have to accept but it'll be a pity to not be able to study in a good school because you don't have the funds."

"I- I can work part time and raise the money!"

"Take it as thanks for always taking care of Nebra. Or for wronging you about the muffins. Or that I'm sharing this scholarship with you. Or that I just want to continue to be in the same college as you and study alongside you." Nozel blurted out.

You stared at him, his face turning into a tomato after his confession. You mouth was agape and you had no idea what to say. You heart was going at a thousand miles an hour.

"Will you go out with me, y/n?" Nozel spoke softly, keeping it between the both of you. "I do think that I'm in love with you."

You finally understood what it felt like when they say your heart is melting. You felt like the luckiest girl at that moment. The Nozel Silva is in love with you?? The perfect, the 10/10, the guy that every girl wants to have but he doesn't even give them a second glance is now staring at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's seen.

You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, enveloping him in a hug. It never felt so right before, at that moment, both your arms wrapped around each other. Why didn't you both realise this before? That you were this perfect for each other?

"Yes, Nozel. I think I'm in love too." you said into the crook of his neck.

Thank god you were hugging him so you couldn't see him smiling goofily with his face all red. "I promise to take care of you, y/n."

SOME EXTRAS SINCE THERE'S TWO PERSON REQUESTING THIS:

College! Nozel Silva x F! reader HCS:

So you two are in the same school and you two are like super glued together. Besides playing your sports and being in different classes, you both were practically together all the time.

People thought that you would get tired eventually, but no. Power couple Nozel & y/n is strong.

Boy always waits for you to end your trainings and he carries your bags for you.

You both go to each other's games. First thing after every game is a kiss.

He's still Mr Perfect but he's not so high and mighty with you by his side. You're teaching him to be humble.

He spoils you rotten. Hey, he's rich so..

Mama Acier loves you! You stay over at their place so often and mama Acier spoils you rotten too. Nebra is over the moon about you being her brother's girlfriend and she thinks nobody else is more suited.

He gets grumpy when you go work at your part time job. You insist on paying him whatever you can for his money for college. But he takes the money and buys you gifts or bring you to eat instead.

Whenever you both argued he would still send you good morning and good night text messages. Even if you ignored him, he'll still text you about his day and stuff.

If you ignored him for too long, prepared for the bently to pull up to where ever you are and you'll be pulled in.

Whenever you both are at the movies it turns out into a make out session. Sometimes you miss the movie so he buys another round of tickets again.

He proposed to you on the day of your graduation.

[autumnalsteahouse]

— if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me

aaaaand here we have it! day 4 of The Love Club’s Kinktober: begging <3 originally, this idea was just gonna be like a role play but but… I was like wait- bitch you HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY! AND I TOOK IT! there are so many kinks in here cause I can never do anything simple in my life ever. I’d like to take a moment to say thank you to @blvckjvckvls for being so supportive of me and helping me a bit with the plot when I was a bit stuck. i luv u bb. big kith.

also! please go check out this sexc masterlist— this shit SLAPS !

pairing: werewolf! kuroo x human!fem reader

genre: DARK CONTENT; spooky smut

word count: 4.7k

warnings: DC: consensual noncon, fear + pain play, recognition of a way to quickly and safely end a scene, begging, sigh <3 monsterfucking, some good ol size difference (in Kuroo’s werewolf form), NOT FOLLOWING “PROPER” ABO/werewolf LORE/ only mentions of alphas + keen hearing + “healing” spit + silver can be very irritating (not deathly), a bit of red riding hood rp, knotting, breeding, mentions of alcohol intake, public sex, partial knife play?? but with sharp claws ??, lots of blood

ps. there’s a lot going on in this, I’m painfully aware- if I miss anything in the warnings, just let me know and I’ll happily update it!!

“Red looks good on you,” he chuckled as he flipped up the short puffed-out gingham skirt.

You rolled your eyes, meeting his hungry gaze in the full-body mirror.

Kuroo Tetsurou stood behind you, his built frame dwarfing yours- really putting the cherry on top of your themed costumes- little red riding hood and the big bad wolf.

Beginning to tease, you jokingly say, “What big eyes you have,”

Not missing a beat, he takes a step closer and responds, “The better to see you with…”

“What big ears you have,”

“The better to hear you with,”

At this point, the curve of your ass is barely ghosting the top of his thighs; subconsciously, you’re slightly leaning into him centimeter by centimeter when you finally whisper,

“My, what sharp teeth you have, grandma.”

“The better to eat you with…” he murmured as he leaned down to place a kiss to your temple, pausing for only a second, before carefully tucking your hair behind your ears-- clearing the way for his lips to trail up the side of your neck- right before pecking you directly on your pulse.

Your gaze immediately snapped to the bite mark on your neck before it went back to following his rosy lips.

It was difficult to tear your eyes away from the reflection staring back at you, knowing full-well he could feel your pulse spike- knowing that he could smell your growing arousal.

“Tetsu…”

“Are you sure you want to still go?” he asked, his large hand coming to rest at the base of your thigh, “I can think of a variety of more blood-curdling things that we could be doing instead of going to a Halloween party.”

While he was very tempting, wearing that loose low-buttoned red and black flannel brilliantly paired with tight-fitted black jeans- accented by the shiny silver chains that adorned his neck in the fashion of a faux collar, you couldn't help but remember how excited Yachi was whenever her and Yamaguchi’s first Halloween party together was brought up.

It was so sweet; when she invited you, she started as a stuttering mess but when you eased her into speaking, she ended up blurting it out and her whole face turned the color of a beet..

“I told Yachi-chan we’d go…” you trailed off. The idea of going was solid in your mind when another mischievously weaseled its way inside your nasty little brain-- tonight may actually be the night.

“… but I think we can still manage to hear a blood pumping screech or two if we try hard enough.”

You turn towards him, discovering that his face is less than an inch away from yours. He lightly nudged his nose with yours and you slightly tilt your head to the side, ghosting your lips over his before you feel a smirk spread across his lips, “sounds good Red.”

You had to give it to them, the house looked very… autumnal.

From the outside, it felt like a house you would see on Pinterest; the jack o lanterns flickering on the porch, orange lights outlining the windows- illuminating the “intricately woven” cobwebbed spiderwebs that were dotted with big black spiders. Across the threshold of the front door, a banner that said ‘trick or treat’ hung loosely, each word separated by a skeleton.

Turning around to face the front yard, a warm nostalgic feeling washed over you.

The tree in the front yard wore its seasonal yellow and orange leaves with just a few strays sprinkled over the lawn, highlighting just how in theme it all was.

“This is… cute,” Kuroo said, playfully skeptical.

You elbowed him in his ribs, slightly offended. It was picture perfect, the decorations and colors all went so well together, it almost felt surreal.

“You shut up, this is cute as shit, and I’ll be damned if we don’t compliment them on it.”

“You were damned as soon as we mated.”

“Tetsu! Enough. You know Yams and Yachi-- they’re sweet and soft, like sugar-coated strawberries. Let them have their adorable Halloween party.” you whisper-shouted.

“I said it was cute! I just thought… it would be more along the lines of a haunted house or something.”

Quirking your eyebrow and cocking your head, you only had to say, “... Yams and Yachi.” before he sighed and nodded.“You present a very solid case.”

You two step up to the front door, Kuroo doing a timely knock as you let curiosity get the best of you. Instead of waiting an extra minute to step inside and get the full picture, you lean towards the window to look inside while Kuroo waits in front of the door; it makes you smile when you heard the hum of top Halloween hits playing from outside, but something moving out of the corner of your eye immediately catches your attention.

“See anything good in there?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you slowly turn and step towards him, eyes wide from what you just witnessed.

“What?”

Before you could answer, the door swung open by none other than the spectacle that caught your eye.

“Daichi.”

The other man slightly bowed his head but said with the same challenging tone, “Kuroo.”

You looked between the two and couldn't help it. Rolling your eyes, you joined in, “boys.”

Years had gone by since high school and these two still continued their… friendly... rivalry. With every occasion that arises where these two have to be in the same room, someone had to balance the overwhelming testosterone, and normally it was you or Shimizu.

“Come on inside, you two. Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen and everyone is in the living room.”

“Thanks,” Kuroo said with too much of a grin.

You pull your boyfriend closer as you watch the broad man stride away, observing him look into each room as he goes down the hallway, “Calm down, or else I won't tell you about how I saw him kissing Sugawara clumsily against the hallway wall.”

Kuroo pulls away with wide eyes and a growing “i-found-a-vulnerable-spot” smile.

“I knew it, I could just hear his heart race over that sassy silver-haired-”

His voice died down in his throat as soon as he felt the warmth of your palm graze over his pectoral. You made sure to bat your pretty long lashes up at him, a weakness of his he shouldn’t have revealed to you.

Reaching your hand in his hair, you twist the soft black strands as you lean against his toned tall body. “C’mon baby, wanna get some alcohol in my system. Go get me a drink while I find Yachi?”

“Okay... Red…”

Getting on your tippy-toes, you fluffed his tuft and followed the urge to say, “good boy.”

You didn't wait for his reaction, you scurried off, suddenly incredibly embarrassed and determined to find your little blonde friend.

Little did you know, you had stirred something deep inside of the alpha, leaving him standing motionless in the middle of the foyer.

Good boy?

shit.

It didn’t take you long to spot Yachi; she was in the living room snuggled into her green-haired boyfriend, laughing at Kageyama’s reaction to something Hinata said.

Taking advantage of the fact no one had noticed you peaked in, you take in the ambiance. Here, all your long-time friends gathered up in such a cozy space, smiling and laughing amidst a crackling fire. The lights were dimmed, another banner hung from the fireplace’s mantle greeting autumn, bats were glued to the walls, and candles were lit all around the room. Smaller, less elaborate cobwebs that were dotted with little black spiders hung from the ceiling and large plastic jack o lanterns flickered in two opposing corners of the room.

In the center of the room, a table was littered with half-drunk bottles of different alcoholic beverages and feet from different bodies kicked up.

Someone took their feet off, your gaze reflexively followed the source and when excited eyes met your own, you instantly putting a finger to your lips in playful panic- but it was too late.

“Hey hey hey! Look who it is!” Bokuto cheered, causing Akaashi to look up from his comfortable spot against Bokuto’s shoulder, “…that means Kuroo is here!” He continued to cheer before carefully getting up (not to annoy Akaashi) and sprinting down the hall.

All eyes and smiles were on you now and before you could react, a small body almost knocked you down with the sheer elation she radiated.

You hugged her tightly as she giggled out your name, “I’m so happy you could come!”

“Thank you for inviting us! It’s so cute here Yachi-chan, seriously these decorations are to die for.” You winked at her costume; Doctor Frankenstein to Yamaguchi’s monster.

She let out a snort the same time Kuroo walked in with a thick Bokuto arm draped over his shoulders.

You didn’t miss the blonde’s flickering gaze.

“Oh you dog,” she shouted the pun to Kuroo, eliciting a shrug of the shoulders and the curl of an innocent grin.

You raise your eyebrows to your boyfriend, spying two red solo cups in his hand before motioning to the couch and joining the group.

Kuroo sits down next to you, arm taking its place around your shoulder, handing you a sweet drink that's easy to down but even easier to sip.

The group falls into a comfortable hum of multiple conversations, everyone including yourself downing their way through their drinks one swig at a time-- when Kenma leans over and starts to mumble things to your boyfriend, leaving you to slip into a daze as you watch the crackle of the fireplace.

Right as you began to fall into a hypnotic state, you felt the empty side of the couch dip next to you, then a familiar hushed whisper tickle your ear; “have you tried any of the stuff we talked about last time?”

You pull away in bewilderment, surprised that he would even bring that up with Kuroo so close.

“Bokuto!” You whisper-yelped.

He pulled away with wide eyes, almost completely unaware of how dense the action was.

“You and me, outside! Now !” You aggressively whispered as you got up, well aware your observant boyfriend had been watching the whole episode. Thankfully, he knew the two of you, and having seen the two of you playfully bicker before, he didn’t seem to assume anything at all; this wasn’t a rare occurrence.

Though Kuroo’s hearing was superb, your buzzed-up state thought that maybe it couldn’t reach outside in the front yard- so you pulled the big himbo out into the chilly dusk, the browning and orange leaves cracking under the pressure of your guys’ feet.

“Kou why would you say that when Kuroo was right there next to us?”

“So you haven’t talked to him?” He said blankly.

“No! … I just haven’t had the time yet. I feel like it’s such a taboo topic for us to talk about- it’d feel like I’m fetishizing his existence… and I mean… I don’t know if he would be okay to discuss a scene like that.”

Bokuto looked like he was about to open his mouth to argue when you cut him off, “besides! Our sex is great. You know, so-called “vanilla sex” is actually very nice because you’re more focused on the feelings that you’re getting and you’re not overwhelmed as much.”

“Yeah but that… all the time?” He raised his brow at you. “Listen. I don’t think Kuroo would see it as fetishizing. You are just urging his uhhh-- unnatural-natural instincts and adding a dash of roleplay.”

“So… what exactly do I do? How do I even start that conversation?” you roll your eyes beginning to mimic a high pitched obnoxious voice, “oh hey babe I was wondering if you would actually be the big bad wolf and make me beg for mercy and force yourself onto me because I like it when you feed into your urges and I want you to mark me up and show me who I belong to! Fuck me stupid and knot me! Give me pups!”

Your eyes went wide after your tangent, realizing that you’ve probably said too much from Bokuto’s mirrored expression.

There was a moment of silence before a thunderous snort rips through his throat, “yeah! Maybe! Just … have fun with it. I can’t tell you how to communicate with your boyfriend.” He said before abruptly marching away, leaving you with your mouth wide open- thank god it wasn’t summer or you’d have caught a few flies.

Making your way back into the house, your mind was so clouded with how to approach Kuroo that you didn’t even see the familiar broad frame sitting on the porch waiting for you.

“What was that all about, angel?” He looked up at you, smiling at your startled expression.

“You heard, didn’t you…”

“Yes but-“

“Eavesdropper!” you gasp and begin to lightly kick his toned thighs, causing a low chuckle to leave his lips, “yes but I want to hear it from you. To my face. Out loud.”

His voice was suspiciously calm, seeming as though you’d assumed he’d be a bit more freaked out.

Turning to face him fully, you shakily inhale in an attempt to gather your muddled thoughts.

Kuroo’s voice came out smooth, as smooth as his hands were when your skin met his. The contact was reassuring even more so when he said, “it’s alright baby, just remember that I know what you want to ask but we need to have a proper conversation about it. Take your time.”

He did know what you wanted, but knowing that didn’t help actually getting the words out.

You swallow down any potential regret as you stare at the tips of his shoes and begin to speak, “Tetsu, I would like to have a scene with you that involves consensual non-consent- even more so now that we’re dressed up in these particular costumes.”

You start to twiddle your fingers and take in a deep breath, “I would really like it if you could incorporate your werewolf-self as a tactic for fear play… I want you to make me beg… before giving me your knot.” you finish off quietly.

Kuroo continued being silent for a minute more as if he couldn’t hear that your heart wasn’t beating frivolously in your throat.

Judged wasn’t the right word, maybe embarrassment was more of the feeling. He’s always had such an open-minded approach to nearly everything, but you were aware of the difference of this proposition; this was way more intimate than most of the situations that have been brought up.

“Okay,” he breathed out, nodding, “but I need you to understand that this could be very dangerous in the sense that even though you’ve seen and dealt with me turning, we’ve never gone at it when I’m in that state- and it could be a bit hard to hold back. I’m glad you’re wearing the locket I gave you, you could use it just in case we need to end the scene… like a safe word. All you need to do to stop the scene is either say silver or if you’re able to, grab your pendant. I’ll do the same if I feel I’ve crossed the line.”

Without worry, you’re shamelessly nodding, full of enthusiasm and excitement, “I trust you with my life Tetsu.”

Instead of a smirk, you’re greeted with a truly toothy wide smile that instantly melted your heart. For being the big bad wolf, he wasn’t all that bad.

It was just around the time you both were about to leave the party when Kuroo started behaving a bit odd.

The conversation had left off on a good note, a few late-bloomed questions were happily answered throughout the night- so why was he acting so distant walking back to your house? Was he second-guessing?

Walking home at night was never your favorite thing to do but ever since you started dating Kuroo all those years ago, he refused to let you walk alone and there hasn’t been a moment when you hadn’t felt safe since.

Knowing what his werewolf form looked like, he was one of the bigger ones you’ve met, with jet black fur and glowing gold eyes, his frame doubles and snout grows out- he resembles a giant black wolf that’s able to walk on his hind legs.

It almost felt wrong to admit but even to this day, it’s hard to tear your gaze away from his massive stature.

It’s such a juxtaposition; He’s so gentle with you when he’s in that form, you can’t help but wonder what it’s like to be aggressively handled by him in times like these-- in the comfortable silence of walking home together - how his claws would feel puncturing your skin in his tight grip, how his rough tongue would feel making its way down the sensitive skin of your neck, or even how much fuller you’d feel trapped around his knot.

All of these thoughts suddenly faded away when a sinking feeling hit your stomach in a cold flash. Looking around, you realized that you were the only one walking down this empty street, Kuroo was nowhere to be seen. Turning quickly to scan where you were… nothing looked familiar.

Good thing you were on a main street, the dark alley behind you only seemed to stretch on forever, possibly hiding all sorts of wonderful things in the confines of the darkness.

Before your brain could think of how to logically handle the situation, you feel a large sharp tip at the top of your spine.

“T-tetsu…?”

You were only met with deep inhuman breathing, no other commotion in the empty street to put you at ease; the silence was unsettling and you were frozen in place, unable to turn around.

A strong push caused you to land on the cold cement floor, scraping your knees. The sting lingered, tingling through your whole body in unpleasant waves.

Immediately turning your body to face what pushed you, your blood ran cold when nothing was there. No trace of anything.

Feeling around, you felt incredibly stupid to realize you had given your purse to Kuroo to hold onto as you guys started the walk home simply because you didn’t want to carry it- so you were seemingly all alone, clueless as to where you are with no phone, in a skimpy outfit.

“Hello…?” you whisper out as you begin to crawl to the nearest wall, figuring you’d be safer if there was one less place to watch out for.

Silence answered back.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to get your breathing intact.

Kuroo will find me. Kuroo will find me. You kept repeating to yourself.

And that, he did. When you opened your eyes, you found your boyfriend slumped against the opposing wall, clinging to his side, his shirt ripped open with blood staining the fabric. He looked frighteningly pale.

“Tetsurou!” you cried, running towards him, heart in your throat.

You fell next to him, hands cupping his face. His eyes were closed and his pulse was racing.

“Tet...” his eyes slowly opened and a smirk spread across his lips, “...su?”

He changed so suddenly, pouncing on top of you and pinning you harshly to the ground with ease.

The shock had your adrenaline coursing, all this weight on top of you, he’s large enough to crush you. He was staring down at you as if you were prey- you’ve never seen this type of rabid in him before.

You were muted when he took a big claw and delicately traced it down from the side of your face, down the column of your neck to the top of your chest. When he hit bone, he pressed a little bit harder on his way down to the top of your dress. When his claw caught the fabric, he pressed hard and fast- fast enough to rip your dress right down the middle- so fast you didn’t even realize that there was a blooming cut going down your body, ruby red beads of blood began to surface. The shock began to dull when the cuts set in, searing pain began to settle.

With your dress torn, leaving you exposed and cold, you began to notice just how much blood had colored your skin-- and his grip on you only tightened, his claws digging into you and drawing even more blood. You whimper, weak and in pain, cheeks wet from stray tears you didn’t even realize were dropping.

Another thing you didn’t realize was that you hadn’t looked at him since he pounced on you. Your head was turned to the side, gaze slightly blurry and focused on how terrifyingly real everything was. He could literally kill you-

Your eyes began to bulge at the smooth curve of his thick claw grazed over your clothed clit.

“Oh my-” you gasp, arching to feel that rush again.

Rumble came from Kuroo’s chest, almost like a chuckle.

���Did you want to feel that again, Red?” his voice was significantly lower than normal, sending a wave of prickly goosebumps over your body.

His grip loosened on you and you quickly looked down your chest. Your nipples were perked up and your skin looked pale; the contrast between the cold cement and the warmth radiating off of the wolf’s body is throwing you on a loop.

Kuroo encased your neck with a large digit, applying pressure in all the wrong places, slowly choking you. Another came up to over your mouth. Your hands flew up to try and pry his fingers off, another shot of adrenaline flashed through you, eyes wide in panic.

“Answer me, pretty girl,” he lowly commanded.

Rapidly nodding, you grip even tighter onto his fingers.

Loosening up, he almost smiled, if he could in this form. You saw the sly look in his eyes.

“I know you can do better than that…” he trails off, examining your exposed body before his free hand went to grope your thighs, his claws uncomfortably digging into you.

You let out a short-lived yelp against his digit.

“Do you like it when I hurt you, pretty? Red is such a good color on you— I wanna see more…” he finished more to himself. His pupils are blown out, lost in how much pleasure he’s taking from this.

When he tightens his grip, even more, the painful ache becomes even duller and your eyes squeeze shut. All you can do is wince against him.

“Mmm okay Red, I’m gonna lift my finger. Tell me what I wanna hear or else I’m gonna stop going easy on you.” he huffed out, lowering himself a bit so you could feel the fur of his stomach graze your bloody skin. The heat radiating from his groin has you salivating, your mind muddling pain and pleasure together.

Your first mistake was subconsciously trying to raise your hips just to get some friction.

His brow raised at your sheer audacity, “Really Red? You’re such a little whore, you’re going to put your life on the line to feel just a little bit of relief? Incredible.” he scoffs.

He switches tactics and takes his claws out of you, now opting to go to the most sensitive parts of your body and lightly raking the very tips of his claws down you-- Your neck being one of them.

“Tetsu please- no-” you gulp at his deadly talons skim your jugular.

“Weak,” he whispered, lowering his mouth close to your ear.

“Wh-what?”

“Pathetic.”

“Kuroo stop-”

“Like your tiny self could stop me-”

“wait-!”

“beg.”

The simple command sets you still.

“I want you to beg for me to stop. I want to hear how desperate you can be for me.”

You don’t even know what to think- was this really your boyfriend?

The silence makes Kuroo impatient, and the next thing you know, you’re flipped; your bare stomach is hitting the cold ground with your clothed back to Kuroo.

The rough impact causes you to cough and groan before all you can hear is your boyfriend again.

“You just-“ the distinct sound of cloth tearing fills your ears as the cold strikes your back, “don’t listen.”

“Tetsu please-“ you begin with a cry.

“Tetsu please what? Please stop because I’m hurting you? You can’t take it, pretty Red?”

“No Tetsu,” you pause, trying to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position, “hurt me more. Use me. pump me full- knot me Tetsu!” You whine out.

His breathing got heavier as you go on, “Tetsu, please! You’re so big nd I just--‘m so pathetic. please breed me- make me useful!”

An almost purr rumbles through his broad chest, “good girl.”

Everything happened so fast, the next thing you knew, your sopping core was exposed to the night air.

“Gonna be a useful hole for me, red? Gonna take my pups- be a good little breeding machine?” his words make you clench, really emphasizing just how empty you feel.

“Tetsu please-!” You wheeze, “fill me up, i- I’ll do anything-!”

A moan escapes his throat, “fuck-”

And with that, he pushes the tip in a few times, almost teasingly, before he roughly pushes it halfway in, then all the way in-- right at the base of his growing knot.

The noises you were making were so delicious to him; he could hear the gasps and whimpers all the time, it was almost too easy to get lost in the heat of your cunt.

“Tetsu! Tetsu!” you were squealing his name like a delicious little piggy he could just… eat up. Your heartbeat was heavy in his mouth and your neck looked so bare with the fading bite mark… so vulnerable to the untrained eye.

“C-can I cum tetsu? Wanna cum- please!” that snaps him back to the present, looking down at your sniffling puffy face, needy and crying to cum. Adorable.

“Not like that,” he said low and dominant, “I want you stuffed full of my knot when you cum.”

Which wasn’t too far off; he hadn’t realized how much this’d impact him- his knot is already fully grown, just a few more pumps and he’ll be shoving himself fully inside you.

“Please please please,” you whimper on repeat, short and quiet as if walking on eggshells not to make him mad.

He was on overdrive, looking at how badly he marked you up, how lost you look in all of this, “Alright angel, take it all.”

With an extra push, he stuffed you full. Your eyes bulged as you take more than you ever thought possible- he was already way too big in his werewolf form, but with this extra bulge inside you, you felt so incredibly full, you couldn’t even fathom what it would be like empty.

“Oh- fuck.” you huff out.

And then he started humping you.

The knot was stuck inside you, not daring to come out as he thrust all of himself into you over and over again.

There was something so animalistic- so primal about it, you couldn’t hold back.

“I’m-” you couldn’t even finish, all the stimulus got to you before you could finish your sentence.

Clenching down hard, a deep groan caused vibrations down his chest as you felt him twitch.

There was so much, so much and not enough space inside you; his knot not letting anything escape from your gummy walls.

Your eyes rolled back and with your sight gone, you felt everything even more so- his erratic breathing was calming down as he carefully picked you up and hugged you close to him, still inside of you.

“Baby, how are you feeling?” he softly panted.

His fur was so comforting, so soft and warm, you almost forgot to answer.

“Mm… feel good.. Cuts hurt a bit… but good. Felt really good.” you ramble dreamily on.

“Okay- good. I’m going to lick your wounds to stop your bleeding and to help disinfect it while we wait for my knot to go down, then we’ll go home- is that okay?”

Your head felt heavy, you did your best attempt at a nod you could muster before easing your eyes to close.

[princematcha]

tall buildings blinking to airplanes in the snow

pro-hero!bakugou k. x reader (no pronouns)

wc: 10k 

cw: friends 2 lovers, not in chronological order, inaccurate train schedules for plot, a single free willy joke, sections titled in latin because i suck i guess idk, unnamed american hero, an oc sidekick, sfw, not beta-read, reader is shorter than bkg no matter how tall you are, mutual pining, a fake manga, reader gets called pretty, reader has a quirk, fluff

tw: mild violence, blood mention, fight-related injuries, knives, cursing, alcohol, reader self deprecates a lil bit, mild hurt/comfort, slice of life

a/n: happy birthday @strawberry-nugget !!!(this is so late help) this 1 is for my co-owner of a brain cell, sweetest strawb kith kith

soundtrack. (not necessary but what i wrote to. songs can be listened to in any order.)

summary: what makes a home change? love. at least bakugou thinks so.

MDNI

nunc, hiems

(now) “I think we used to talk like that.”

Bakugou hums at you, eyes closed and head resting on your shoulder. You weren’t able to go to sleep and he woke from the lack of warmth from where you usually are. He doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “It’s so bright for two am. The sky is white ‘ki,” you whisper. 

“Cause,” he opens his eyes one at a time, “S cause it’s snowing.”

“I know.” You laugh quietly like you’ll wake someone, “Just thought it looked nice.”

“Does,” he breathes. 

Fake yawning, you raise a hand to your mouth, “Think I’m getting tired now.” Bakugou blinks his eyes open to sleepily glare at you trying not to smile. 

He speaks into your shoulder, “Don’ lie. ‘M not even tired.” Your smile breaks through, warming him from head to toe.

 “I’ll bet.” You say softly, shifting his head to your fuzzy blanket-covered lap. He pouts up at you but doesn’t try to move. 

“Fuck am I doing down here?” You brush his hair out of his eyes as you rotate your shoulder in small circles, pretending to wince.

“Your big head was hurting my shoulder.” 

“You love my big head.” You poke your tongue at him and push his grinning face.

You cover his eyes with your hands, “Go to sleep, freak.” 

Katsuki stops moving after a bit and you assume he’s fallen asleep until he asks what you meant earlier. You’re not quite sure what he means— having chosen to spend the last few minutes tracing his features, gently humming random songs that blended into one another. 

“The ‘used to talk like that.’ What wer’ ya lookin’ at?” He shifts again to look up at you through one eye. 

You bite back the urge to laugh at his sleepy tongue, instead, bending over to gently headbutt him. He grabs the back of your head to keep your foreheads together. 

“Something about how the lights let the airplanes know where it’s safe. Let them know where they can land.” You can feel his eyelashes brushing against your cheek with every blink. 

“Doesn’t make shit sense.”

You huff and sit up. “You don’t make shit sense. Sleep already.” 

“Ya wanna know what I think we talk like?” Bakugou asks as he places a rough palm on your cheek. A dark white sky and city lights give him a softened glow. 

“No.” He grunts a laugh, eyes almost closed and a tired arm starting to rest on you. 

“I think we always talked like this. Not a fuckin’ plane. Hate planes, so much prettier than a plane.”

You grab his wrist and press your lips to his palm, smiling against his hand when he hums at you. 

“Pretty sure they use radios too,” he adds with a smirk. You bite his palm in response. 

“Hope your snores wake you up.”

Katsuki turns to face your stomach and grumbles love you into your thigh. 

duodēvīgintī, vernus (II)

(18) “And you! How does it feel to be a pro-hero, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight-san?” You ask, an air mic pointed towards Bakugou and wiggling your eyebrows around when you say pro-hero. On your right, Denki starts cackling at hearing the full name and smacks your back just a touch too hard. You’re wheezing and shoving him out of the booth when you hear Bakugou say “Great.”

A couple of hours ago, the legendary class of 1-A graduated. Now they’re all shoved in a ramen shop that definitely isn’t meant to have this many people. They had all been coming to your dad’s place since their first year even after it was destroyed that same year. You don’t know much about what happened then honestly, you didn’t come to Japan from your tiny out-of-the-loop town until you were most of the way through your second year, but you can find it in their faces sometimes. Plus you can see how the paparazzi treat the class, how fanatics forget they’re people. 

You make it your secret hero mission to have a place that they can come– and they eat here fairly often– where they can come and be whatever. The hero class if they want, you wait for them to give you a sign that they want to talk about recent hero-related achievements. But they usually come to the small place to just be. 

You can feel Bakugou’s red eyes on you and Denki, it makes a weird feeling stir in your spine. You’re not sure why he’s still looking. He’s been doing that more than usual.

(A wet winter night forces its way to the front of your brain, but you push the thought down as quickly as it appears. Too cold. Too damp. Too dark for today.)

The sun is setting when the former UA students start shuffling out of the ramen shop. Teary hugs with the friends you made from the school, promises of seeing each other later. You know they mean it with their whole heart, but you doubt hero work will give them enough downtime to spend with some civilian in a tiny place they frequented in high school. Still, you smile and hold each promise with trusting hands, letting the feeling drop lead weights into your chest. 

Mina’s hand is sliding off of your lower back when you notice Bakugou hasn’t moved from where he was standing next to the table. Maybe he left something? You don’t remember him bringing anything. The bell above the front door jingles as the last students leave, leaving him plus a couple of businessmen over by the tv. 

“I’m leaving.”

You turn to him with a confused smile and laugh, “Well I’d hope so, can’t stay here for the night.” He doesn’t laugh. Bakugou just looks at you. His warm stare always makes you feel like he’s peeling layers off of you, leaving just the soft pulp out. You haven’t decided how you feel about that yet. 

“No,” he shoves his hands into his pockets, “I’m going to America.” You feel your face tighten. 

“Ah, that’s-” What is it. Why is he telling you? You probably would have found out through Sero or something. So why are you standing less than half of a metre away from Bakugou while he tells you he’s leaving the country. You can see his hands flexing in his pockets, how he’s rocking from heel to toe, and how he’s keeping his eyes on your face. The weird feeling in your spine is back. “That’s exciting!” you smile again. He only leans back a little and squints down at you, corners of his mouth pointed downwards. 

“That all?” You tilt your head up at him, what else are you supposed to say? Does he want you to say something else? You don’t know. You don’t know what to say. (You don’t know what to say to him.)

The tight smile is faltering and the weight in your chest is making you feel heavy. You lower yourself into the booth. He sits across from you. “How long?” you ask. You don’t think Bakugou thinks you’re close, but he’s recently been a quiet comfort. Bakugou’s regular lack of response was a little off-putting at first but lately, they kinda remind you of the kind of silence you get around a campfire, the pause where everyone takes a moment to look at the stars. 

“At least a year and a half.” He sighs and rests his chin against his palm, “They fuckin- They- You-” You give a blank stare in response, confused at what he’s trying to say.  Bakugou grimaces at himself then continues, “They care. About you. And they do wanna see you. And they’re going to try.” The words are sweet, but it looks like someone is ripping them out of his stomach.

“Thanks?” 

He furrows his eyebrows at you and sighs again. This talk is taking a lot of wind out of him. He crosses his arms, “I could just fuckin’ hear how sad your dumb thoughts were getting when all of the extras were leaving.”

“I don’t know if I’d call th-”

Bakugou looks away for a moment before cutting you off, “The thoughts are dumb because they aren’t true.” Oh. “You don’t suck to be around,” a compliment you assume, “And you’re not lame, so don’t have lame thoughts.” You scrunch your face up and try not to laugh (or cry).

“Lame?” You ask, he folds his arms tighter around him and starts to glower at you as his life depended on it. “Are you sure you graduated high school? Not middle school?” You laugh, bringing a hand up to your mouth to hold back from fully smiling.

“I am trying to f-”

“I’m kidding,” you watch the building frustration slowly melt out of him, puffed out chest moving back, “Thank you Bakugou. Mean it.” He finally rolls his eyes, his forearms moving to rest on the table.

“Whatever.”

You stand up suddenly and his red irises dart up to you, clearly confused but you’ve already set a plan in motion. Bakugou’s eyes are slowly widening and he’s leaning towards you even though he keeps clenching his hands then rubbing them on his slacks. 

To catch him off guard you lunge towards him with open arms and hug him as tight as you can, his arms stuck to his sides.

(You did notice him look down at your lips twice, but he was probably figuring out the easiest way to push your face away if you pulled anything unsavory.)

“I’m going to miss you too, won’t have a metro buddy,” you rumble into his shirt, feeling his fast heartbeat against your forehead. 

He clicks his tongue and groans above you. “Just- Just be safe while I’m gone alright? Don’t be stupid.”

A tear soaks into the cloth of his button-up, “I promise. You too. Promise.”

“I promise.”

vīgintī ūnus, aestas

(21) An obnoxious attempt at a tune in the form of knocks erupts from Bakugou’s front door. Who the hell is at his apartment on a Wednesday night? Christ. 

You, apparently.

He rubs an oil-covered hand on his forehead as you draw out the vowels of his name, “Bakugou!” He’s busy. His car isn’t in the garage so maybe you don’t know for sure if he’s home. There’s a silence and he thinks for a moment that you’ve left, then the door creaks from you leaning on it.

“I brought you your special.” That’s a compelling offer. 

Bakugou isn’t nervous to see you alone. No, that would imply he’s been staying up much later than accustomed to thinking about your laugh and your face pressed against his heart hugging him goodbye for two and a half years. That he almost cried when he saw your smile mixed in with the people greeting him when he came back. That in his head he still hasn’t forgiven himself. That he has no idea how to act around you anymore. Bakugou hasn’t been holding off on a one-on-one reunion with you. He’s just been, busy. 

You call through the door, “Hello?”

He presses his face hard against the wood before responding. “Extra pepper flakes?”

“Aha! Hello, yes!” Bakugou hears you do a weird laugh, “With even more spicy sh-”

He flings the door open before you can finish. You stumble over yourself from the violent action before swinging the bag of food away from him. Once you steady yourself, you point an accusing finger in his confused face. The fuck are you doing. He thinks about slamming the door. 

You smile and wave before masking your face in faux seriousness and pointing at him again. 

“Let me in or no food.” 

The two of you hold eye contact for a couple of seconds before you break it to take in his state. Bakugou frowns a little more when he watches your face turn to one of fake surprise. 

“Oh my god!” you gasp with wide eyes. 

His hand tightens around the doorknob. “Fuck is your pro-“

You gesture towards his chest. “Is that a two day old shirt?” 

Never mind, he doesn’t want you in his apartment. 

“Go wash your hands, you’re covered in gauntlet juice.”

He shoots you a dirty look that you pretend not to notice. How you got into his kitchen is lost on him. You continue to arrange the containers and grab bowls, listening to him walk towards the bathroom and mutter about telling him what to do in his own home. Bakugou comes back to the table with a damp face and a new shirt. He watches you tap around on your phone, face changing when you type something new. 

Chopsticks holding one slowly escaping noodle in your right hand, your left clumsily holding onto that brick of a phone case Bakugou sent you after you got a piece of broken phone screen stuck in your thumb. You speak before he can, “Just sit down and eat, I’ll be done in a sec.” He takes a deep breath, he can be normal around you. He’s organized his feelings. 

Katsuki eats quietly for a few minutes, hunched over the table, at first thinking about the graveyard patrol shift he has later, thoughts slowly dissolving into whether or not he left a sock in his gym locker. Between bites and thoughts of missing articles, he does take in you. The haphazard eating, the hair that consistently almost falls into your food, whispering to yourself what you say before you type, and you looking at him when he’s facing his ramen. 

You toss your phone on the table, bringing his attention up to your smiling face. He squints at you.

“What.” He spits, bringing the spoon away from his face. You snort. 

“I can’t just smile at a friend?” you ask, swirling your udon around its bowl. 

He looks back down at his food and pops a fishcake in his cheek, “No.”

You laugh and though the broth is still in his spoon, a warmth spreads through his chest. What the fuck. He shoves more ramen in his mouth to shoo away the feeling. Maybe you poisoned him.

Fixing his chopsticks to the edge of the bowl, he sits straighter and makes a decision. He doesn’t know if his heart will survive, but he wants to hear it at least once before he dies, “You know you can cut it out with the Bakugou.”

You stare up at him with noodles hanging out of your mouth, “What else am I supposed to call you?” You say between bites.

His hand clenches underneath the table and he almost hits himself for being nervous about this, “Katsuki.”

Your eyes widen slightly and drop down to your soup before peeking up at him again. After swallowing you smile and give him a thumb up, food in the side of your mouth, “Sounds good, Katsuki.”

It’s past midnight when he hears you start to pack up your things. Two and a half movies ago you wrestled him onto the couch talking about how you wanted to watch some dumb series. Bakugou fell asleep in the first ten minutes of the second movie.

He dreamt about you in a flower-covered field. You kissed his hands and scattered petals in his hair. You spoke of elves and long battles. You also talked about how he might call you stupid but you have eyes and anyone can see that he needs to take a break, not even a vacation but to just sit down and breathe. How you want to see him cry from laughter just once because it's been so long since the last time. You missed him. 

He feels you pull a blanket further up his body and pat his head twice. “Nighty night Dynamight.” You shut the door softly behind you.

undevīgintī, autumnus

(19) Bakugou stopped answering your messages. That’s subjective. If you don’t consider a one-word reply after days of no response as answering, then he hasn’t replied to you in a while. You knew it was going to happen, even if he didn’t go off to America. You’re sure it’s not a you thing, but a tiny part of you wonders if it is. If something about you drove him away. 

It would be harder to not drift apart, the larger parts of you reason; hero work takes your time, your mind, and your body. Bakugou is a great hero, wants to be an even better one. And Bakugou puts his whole heart into what he wants. 

When he first started responding less, you imagined him on a secret mission, filled with espionage and secret identities. That’s why he couldn't answer. He’s not. Kirishima told you he’s just getting experience in another country, that an American agency practically begged the explosion hero to join. You think Bakugou added the begging part.

You thought your conversations with him were nice. Something to look forward to. You were sure you got closer to the grump when he was on the other side of the world. It started with just texting him every time you hopped on the metro, just to steal some of his spare safety. You don’t know when it happened, but one day you realized that Bakugou provided you a comfort that you didn’t get from your new four walls in Yokohama. 

Bakugou was the first person you’d message when something exciting happened. He’d tell you about his patrol, a picture or two of the pets he saw. If he was feeling generous, he’d send you a picture of what he had cooked, maybe even attach a recipe. Sometimes he’d add little personal notes to the recipe or call you so you could get it perfectly. You’d both greet each other good morning and goodnight no matter what time it was. And now he doesn’t even have the grace to have read receipts on.

Throwing your phone onto your bed, you let yourself melt into the floor. You imagine the hardwood bubbling up and creeping its way over your skin, slowly bringing you into its hold. But it’s not, and you’re laying on the uncomfortable floor while your friends are out there every day doing something. Even if they’re not big heroes. It’s something. They’re something. 

Red and brown leaves float through the air and tap your second-story windows. The shadows laying across the wall parallel to your windows let you know the sun is about to set. Mina invited you to a get-together, “Everyone’s gonna be there!” she sent. You’re not a hero. You’re not even support. 

You feel like your old friends can smell your melancholy in the water like sharks. Well-intentioned sharks. The past month they’ve been very particular about getting you out when you only have the energy to burrow further into your bed. It makes you feel pathetic knowing that they’re accomplishing things in their lives and you’re some sad shape moving through days. You feel like a leech, you can’t think of something you bring to the table. 

A text rings off of your phone. 

It’s Mina again. “I’m outside!”

You find yourself in a bar with your forehead on the tacky wood, five empty shot glasses in front of you, and a hollow burn in your throat. They didn’t have as much of an effect on you as they clearly did on your friends. At most, you can feel a small floaty feeling in your bones, small puffs of helium in your joints. 

People from the former classes of 1A and 1B are making their rounds around the place, occasionally making small talk with you before it dwindles and they get swept into something bigger (better too.)

You feel lost, like an alien on another planet. They’re not even talking about hero shit anymore and you can barely understand them. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to talk, tripping over simple conversation and giving weird grimaces when people smile at you. You shouldn’t have come, you have no idea what’s wrong with you. 

Pushing yen towards the bartender you start to stand up, then two hands plop you back into your chair. Looking at your shoulders, you see one pink one and one with black chipped nail polish. “Where are you going?” Mina pouts on your right, face squished against yours and a nose-burning mix of drinks radiating from her mouth. 

“I haven’t even shown you my new dance moves,” Denki squishes his cheek against your other cheek, “They’re pretty sexy.” If you weren’t so set on sitting on the floor of your shower once you got home you might have gone dancing with him.

Rubbing both of their cheeks you sigh and stare at your phone on the bar top, “I’m tired, I had a really good time though.” Denki whines and Mina falls to your lap, your hands still on their heads. The bar is lukewarm and you think the dancefloor would cook you right now. You’re tired, you smell like other people’s sweat, and you can’t remember the last time you drank water today.

You press harder against Denki and pinch Mina’s cheek, pushing their eyes away from your face, “One more.”

One more becomes the bar on its side and the two of them on the dance floor. The world moves like half-melted jell-o and your face is wet. You think you spilled something on yourself or you were crying. It’s so hot in this bar. You wish you were home.

Sliding off of the bar stool, you set your eyes on the front door. If you don’t let the lights distract you, you think you can make it. Something gets into your eye and you squeeze your eyes shut to get it out, when you open your eyes again, you’re outside. The midnight autumn air on your sweaty skin takes some of the spin away from your vision. You feel dirty all the way to your bones and you can’t even recognize how you smell. You want home.

Grabbing at yourself until your phone ends up in your hand, you tap around to call home. You hope he picks up.

A gravelly voice picks up after three rings, a tired tone asking your name. It sounds prettier than the stars you could’ve seen from here if there wasn’t light pollution.

“Hi Bakugou,” you reply in a small voice. There’s a silence, you weren’t expecting anything out of this. You thought you’d air your heart out to voicemail. The rhythmic, methodical sound of beeps in the background sobers you. “Are you- are you in the hospital?”

“Ah yeah,” you can hear rustling, the creaking of his hospital bed, “Why’re you awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt instead of answering. He goes to ask what you’re talking about and earlier today you would have shut up to hear his voice, but the liquid burning down your throat and sitting in your gut urges you to speak. “I know I’m a lot, I didn’t mean to be so much. I just,” water hits your collar bone but when you look around it isn’t raining, “I think I got so comfortable with you. I thought you were too. You’re really- I really-” You hiccup and all you can hear is Bakugou’s breathing and the fast beeps of the monitor.

He says your name again and you remember you were talking about something, “I really like having you in my life, you’re important to me. If you come back I promise I’ll be less this time.”

A sigh replies, he’s finally had enough of you. Should you hang up to beat him to it? “’M sorry,” he says.

“What?” It’s your fault, why is he apologizing?

Bakugou cough-laughs into the mic and the sound makes you wince, “I was bein’ awful to you and you’re saying sorry? Thought you promised not to be stupid.” The night streets in front of you get blurry the more he speaks, “Never promise someone you’ll be less, tiny. That’s a bad fuckin’ deal. Be all of you all of the goddamn time. I was bein’ an ass n’ it’s not your fault.”

“But,” you argue.

“No ‘buts.’” 

You wipe your face and nod, “Okay.”

He tells you about his time in the hospital, the earth-shaking villain that got him in there, and the “goddamn yeehawin’” patrol partner. You slowly sober up outside, a group of girls having come by and gave you a water bottle from one of their purses because “bad bitches stay hydrated.” Bakugou doesn’t mention why he started ignoring you, but he repeated that he’s sorry. That the dinners he made aren’t worth mentioning and didn’t even taste like anything without your shared input on it. He says you have him back now, and you couldn’t get rid of him if you tried.

“Promise?” You ask, holding a pinky up to the night air.

“Cross my heart, peach.” His voice quiets as tests the new name on his tongue. 

“Peach?”

“Trying something, ya hate it, runt?” 

New tears fall as you laugh and sniffle into the phone, “It’s sweet. Better than runt.”

You wake up the next day with your stomach ready to kill you and a good morning text on your phone.

septendecim, hiems

(17) God, he’s glad he got the fuck out of that stuffy ass room. Bakugou felt like his life was being drained the longer he spent with his parents' friends' New Years’ Party. He never even wanted to go in the first place. 

His loafers sink into the crisp snow, biting winter air swirling around his ankles and over his nose, gloved hands shoved tightly into his pockets. So fuckin cold. In a rush, he forgot to grab his hat, fresh snowflakes being dusted into his spikes and melting the closer they were to his scalp. 

When Bakugou heard they needed more ice, he slipped out with a yell as quickly as he could, ignoring them saying that they had an ice machine in their freezer. Ahead the humming glow of a konbini’s neon lights lay flashing red and blue onto the surrounding snow. The sensor above the door chimes as he walks in, tapping his shoes off before the attendant can greet him. 

In his head he looks a little stupid, scarf pulled halfway up his reddened face from the cold, insulated jacket making him brush against every item he passes by, and loafers. Making his way to the glass doors in the back, the sensor rings again. He can hear their teeth chattering from the other side of the store. Pussy. 

The attendant greets the person while he’s looking at the different brands, spending as much time as possible to not be in the stuffy house. When the customer responds Bakugou freezes and squints at the ice. He knows that voice. You, old man’s kid from the ramen spot. He’s seen you around when the idiots drag him to shit on weekends. The hell are you doing here? Your shop’s on the other side of town. If you recognize him, he might ask.

Turning around, the ice bags in hand Bakugou feels something run directly into his chest, then the sound of falling bags and plastic. He realizes it’s you when you squeak and duck down to pick your goods. You look up to apologize and he watches the slow recognition in your eyes as you remember who he is. 

“Oh! Explosion Murder, right?” Your hand is hovering over another bag and Bakugou frowns at your shorthand version of his hero name. At least say the whole thing.

You don’t have a basket and the snacks keep falling out of your arms when you go to pick up the already fallen snacks, creating a crinkly, annoying cycle. He grabs the ones already on the ground in his free hand, “Bakugou. Why are you here tiny?”

“Wha- Ti- Why am I here?” You frown up at him, he finds a specific pleasure in this reaction, “I’m here for this.” You hold up one of the bags in your hold, the labeling isn’t in kanji. “This is like, the only konbini in Japan that has this, used to have it all the time at home.”

“Huh.” 

You laugh over your shoulder as you start walking back towards the front, “Yeah.”

He forgot you were a foreigner. Do you miss it? You haven’t been here for that long if he remembers right, what was it like back home for you? Do you not consider your house in Japan home yet? You have your dad here. Bakugou has only known Japan, having lived in Musutafu his whole life. He wonders how long it takes to make a place home. What makes it change. 

“I might have a quirk Bakugou, but it sure as hell isn’t mind-reading.” Fuck he was just staring at the bags in his arms. The ice bag’s condensation drips onto the linoleum. You laugh when he finally realizes that there’s a small puddle creeping towards his shoe.

He grabs new ice bags and walks briskly past you towards the register, “Fuck off.”

“On it.”

While the cashier checks out your snacks, Bakugou glances at you looking for your wallet in your pockets. Your puffy jacket won’t let you bring your arms completely to your sides, melting snow in your hair, your earmuffs somewhat crooked on your head, sweatpants haphazardly stuffed into snow boots. “What’s home like?”

He didn’t expect himself to ask and evidently neither did you. You pause and look up at him, when he bares his teeth in response you grin and start looking for your wallet again. “It’s… nice. I miss it some days. Japan’s nice too,” you snap gloved fingers when you find your wallet, “There’s just something about home though ya know?”

He guesses. Bakugou shrugs, tossing your food into a reusable grocery bag he keeps in his pockets. He puts his ice bags on the counter, still holding your groceries, “‘ve only lived here,” he hands the cashier more yen than necessary, nodding when they say Happy New Year, “What else?”

When you push the front door open, you look back at him. “What else?” you repeat with a furrowed brow. 

“Yeah, what else-” he pushes your back forward, “Don't look at me like that I just don’t want to go back to my parents' shitty party.”

“Oh,” you smile at him and he feels a little sweat cover his body, “well if you insist.”

He listens to you talk about your family and life back home until your path to the metro branches off from his. You told him “see you next year!” and it took everything in Bakugou not to throw the ice at you. 

The walk back to the penthouse feels colder than before. Did the temperature drop while he was out? A deeper cold sets into Bakugou that he can’t shake, nudging his face deeper into his scarf and jogging towards the party. He still has a cold feeling in his stomach when he steps into the heated air of the lobby, the warm elevator, even in front of the door at the penthouse. Mitsuki buzzes him in and is in the middle of asking “what took you so damn lo-” before he cuts her off. 

“I forgot something,” Bakugou says quickly and drops the ice bags on the welcome mat, and runs back to the elevators. The lift isn’t going fast enough when he’s going down, thumb repeatedly jamming into the lobby button. He doesn’t know why he’s going back, but something in his bones feels off. If he’s wrong and your stupid face is on that shitty train, then he’s wrong. But something in him just needs to check. 

Running in loafers on snow-covered cement isn’t the easiest thing in the world, but he’s about to be a pro hero, if he can’t do this he should drop out of the class. Bakugou thought the running would warm his hands enough to make him sweat, but there’s not nearly as much as he hoped there would be. The cold is biting and it’s making his eyes water, the front of his hair is starting to be weighed down by snow and his nose feels like it’s about to fall off. God he hates you right now, he can’t tell if he’d rather you be in danger so he didn’t run for nothing, or you safe and on the train. 

He spots the lights of the raised platform and guns harder. His hand is on the railing of the stairs when he hears a scuffle and a cut-off scream nearby. Bakugou whips around and bolts towards where he heard the noise– an alley right next to the station. 

When he gets to the opening his heart freezes in his chest. His heartbeats are ringing throughout his entire body, everything feels so loud and so quiet at once. Dirty snow and your dumb snacks that you needed to get so late at night cover the ground. Someone’s standing over you, holding you up by the collar of your shirt with a knife at your neck. He can’t hear what they’re saying but he can see you crying. That sight wakes his body up. 

You don’t see him when he lunges towards the knife, elbow pointed towards the fucker’s face. It’s a messy fight after that, his brain hazy from the cold and the adrenaline. He knows he can barely use his quirk, just him against some shit for brains villain. The fight isn’t fluid in his mind, only meeting him at certain moments. He’s on the ground, then he’s standing over them, feeling the slice of a blade in his side. Bakugou hears you fall with a groan into some trash bags when his fist makes contact with their ribs. They pull another knife out right before he knocks them the fuck out, knicking his cheek before they go down. He turns back to check on you, shaking and covered in fresh snow. 

He doesn’t know what to do now, mind filled with snow and ice. You look up at him with a tear-covered face and a busted wobbling bottom lip. “How-” he starts, and you rush up from the ground and dart towards him. Bakugou’s arms hang loosely at his sides as you wrap yourself around his torso, shivering against him. 

What happened? He has so many questions, instead of asking he rests his arms on your shoulders as you both slowly crumble towards the ground. Your face is tucked against his scarf and he can hear you whispering thank you repeatedly into the fabric. Sitting next to each other on the bagged waste, you hold him so tightly he can barely breathe. As the adrenaline from the fight starts to wear off, he can feel his body. His left glove is missing and his hand is bleeding (probably his right as well), he thinks he at least bruised a few ribs, his back is wet from getting kicked onto the ground. He keeps thinking about how the shitbag didn’t have a quirk. Bakugou doesn’t know what he would’ve done if they did. He knows he’d find a way to win. 

The shitbag. His eyes shoot over; still knocked out, okay. A belated thought about arresting them ambles through his mind. Hot blood runs down his cheek as he fumbles around his pocket looking for his phone. When he takes it out, there is an uncountable amount of missed calls from his parents. It’s 23:49. How long has he been out here. Blood and snow smear on his phone as he clumsily taps his thumb around to call the police. 

While the phone is connecting to the line he looks down at you. God, you look fucking freezing. He wraps his sore arm as best he can around you. He should’ve just walked with you to the dumb fucking station. How long were you hoping someone would come by? When you cough he looks back at you, fuck why is it taking so long to connect, and you open your mouth to speak. 

“I-I’m sorry,” your teeth chatter through every word, tears welling up in your eyes again. 

“Don’t b- It’s not your fault they’re a piece of shit. You shouldn’t have come out here, you should’ve just fuckin’ waited.” He knows he’s speaking meaner than he intends to but he’s so fucking cold and he almost got his ass handed to him by some giant crook. 

“I’m-”

Bakugou’s eyes cut down to yours, phone pressed steadily against his ear, “Don’t you dare say sorry again. You don’t have to give me that crap just fucking promise not to be stupid.”

Your bottom lip stops shaking as much when you pause to look at him, the space between your brows creased. “Not stupid?” you blink and lick the blood off of your bottom lip, “I ah, I promise.”

“Holdin ya’ to it.” Bakugou glares at the wall parallel to him as he hears someone pick up the phone, immediately barking the address before they can say hello. He has to repeat it and he feels your tight hold loosen. For a moment part of him thinks you’ve died even though he’s the one that got stabbed, but he calms when he hears your steadier breathing. One glance tells him that you’re less afraid now, eyes no longer glossy and petrified. 

When the dispatcher tells him services are on the way, his arm falls and he lets himself groan into the freezing night air. Frosty puffs of air leave both of you, all adrenaline gone now, left with injuries and a knocked-out villain a couple feet away from you. Waiting in the cold winter air. 

Fireworks pop from all around, jolting both of you out of the icy daze that had settled over you before noticing the colorful bursts of light filling the sky. Bakugou sinks back into the wall, eyes squeezed shut. He feels you shift a little closer to him, your face moving further into his scarf. 

“Happy New Year’s Bakugou,” you mutter against him, voice muffled. The moment the words leave your mouth and meet his neck, the events of the night finally fall on Bakugou. It started with his shoulders shaking, building to him laughing the hardest he thinks he ever has, even harder when your confused eyes peek out of the scarf. His side hurts, his cheeks are sore, and in the back of his mind, he can feel you brushing his tears off of his face. What a crap New Years’.

“Shit,” he wheezes,“-yeah. Happy New Year’s tiny.” Kneeing your leg when you pinch him, eyelids heavy with the lullaby of your breathing and approaching sirens.

duodēvīgintī, vernus (I)

(18) Confetti and tinsel fall into your hair as the last “explosion” of Bakugou’s birthday goes off. His unofficial official Bakusquad arranged a celebration at the top of a small mountain. A short hike that wouldn’t be too tiring (Mina didn’t want you to pass out in the middle of a hike meant for a hero class). People spent the entire party trying to smack their party hats onto the birthday boy, trying to get eighteen of the cones onto him. Somehow they got him to agree not to blast any of them away during their attempts, Denki said something about a bet, but the almost-smile on Bakugou’s face tells you he probably would have let them anyway.

When the air starts to chill, everyone begins packing up and cleaning the debris from the explosions. Mina announced with a proud grin that the confetti was biodegradable, but when Tsu asked about the tinsel her face fell and she shooed her girlfriend away.

The thin pieces of shiny plastic weren’t cleaned off of the surrounding area until sunset, more than half of the attendees left already. By the time the rest of you reached the bottom of the trail, it was dusk. A sweet-smelling breeze drifting through branches, soft laughs of your friends behind you. 

Ochako and Tsu are the first to leave from the remaining group, they offered you a ride home but you didn’t want to interrupt their date night. You stand to the side from everyone else while they talk about their different plans, everyone drawing out their goodbyes. 

You told your dad you would just ride the metro home after Bakugou’s birthday, you assumed cleaning up would be done before sundown. It’s been a few months since it happened, but sometimes when a certain gust of wind would find its way into your chest, you’d feel that same freeze you felt in December. You like to think you’d handle things differently now, but you also thought that wouldn’t have happened to you in the first place. 

Tightly gripping your phone and pepper spray in each pocket, you take a step towards the station. 

“Hey!” You?

Looking back towards the group, Bakugou’s jogging towards you, tearing the multiple birthday hats off of him. “Stop fuckin laughin,” he grunts as the last cone’s string slaps his skin. He stops when he’s next to you, an expectant look in his eye. 

“What,” you glance back towards your friends, all huddled and pretending they’re not looking at you. 

He brings his hand to your back, a stiff index finger jabbing into your spine, “Get a move on runt,” sneering down at you when you yelp and smack his hand away, “You’re g’nna miss your damn train.”

You pinch his hand as he retracts it, “I was getting a move on, but you stopped me.” You turn back towards the sidewalk and notice Bakugou is walking in step with you. You look up at him, he’s canvassing the streets with his eyes, hands in his pockets, “What are you doing?”

“Fuck does it look like I’m doing?” 

Tugging on your finger, you stare hard at the sidewalk ahead of you, “You don’t- hm. You don’t have to do that- this anymore, I’m good now.” For the past three and a half months Bakugou has been walking with you to the station whenever he’s around. You never asked him to, but it helps ease the fear more than anything. Today’s his birthday though and you don’t want him to feel like he has to protect you, especially today. 

“This?” His steps slow, and you can feel him looking at you.

Twisting one of your rings around you nod, “Yeah, this. Like walking me. You don’t have to,” you pause and look up at him before looking at a streetlamp, “feel guilty I guess? You can just do whatever you want to do. Be free, Willy.” As you finish, Bakugou stops and faces you, an almost blank expression on his face. 

He’s under the streetlight now, shadows and deep yellows carving precise lines into his face. Did he always look like this? Did he always look so— pretty? You stare into each other's eyes for a beat before he scoffs and flicks your forehead, continuing towards the station. 

You trip over your feet to catch up to him, stumbling into pace with him. “Hey! I just said be free. Go do some birthday stuff,” you say as you elbow his arm. 

“I woke up late, didn’t have enough time to do a morning run.” He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his opened button up fluttering around with the wind. 

“What?” 

“Walking to the station,” Bakugou side-eyes you, “Cause I couldn’t do it this morning.”

You stare as hard as you can into the side of his face, “To replace an eight k run,” he frowns the tiniest bit and you sense he probably does more than eight k, “You’re taking a five-minute walk?”

“You got a problem with that?” he bites, but the intentioned harsh tone only results in a blooming smile from you. 

“No,” you turn towards the sidewalk again, hiding your face.

“Good.” He bumps into you, “Not getting on that stink ass train though.” 

undevīgintī, aestas

(19) Bakugou thinks he might be sick. His stomach’s been swimming for months, no actual symptoms yet, just filled with knots. In his chest, he has this ache. The physician at the agency said nothing’s wrong, probably just a little homesick. But it doesn’t feel like he just wants to go back to Japan. The feeling reminds him of you describing how you felt about your home. A little different though, he feels like he left something there. He doesn’t know what.

“Hot out, ain't it Dynamight?” A voice breaks him out of his thoughts, shaking him back into his patrolling body. 

It’s nearing the end of summer, air thick and humid. He’s grateful on behalf of his quirk, but every other part of him wants to lay like a dead fish in front of an air conditioner. For professionalism’s sake he’s keeping his mask on, but the sweat running down his forehead is soaking it more than he’s comfortable. The support team here found a way for all of the sweat that soaks into his clothes to get moved to his gauntlets, still, his black compression tank top sticks to him like a second skin. He has never regretted his costume decisions until now. 

He grunts in response to his patrol partner for the season, Ranger, whose hero name is inspired by some vigilante from the “wild, wild west.” Ranger looks and acts like he was stolen from a black-and-white Western and dropped into modern times. Even sounds like one, his words rounded and bouncy. His costume reminds Bakugou of a fucked up cowboy from the future; to which he doesn’t understand, Ranger’s quirk has nothing to do with cowboys or at least guns. 

“Better get a wiggle on, don’t want big man skinnin’ our hides,” He laughs and smacks Bakugou on the back. Ranger taking long strides ahead of him, spurs clinking against the pavement.

Bakugou thinks he needs to practice more English.

At home, freshly showered and basking in the cool of the air conditioning, he’s ready to practice. He flops into the used couch of his apartment, the newest English volume of Aiko’s Love Club in hand. Reading through the pages, he starts to think about what to make for dinner. Last week you said something about trying unadon recipes, but every time you make it something is off. Bakugou hasn’t cooked eel in a bit, maybe he’ll try a recipe tonight. Show you how the best does it.

He thinks this is the volume where Masa finally realizes how she feels about Aiko, she’s been showing classic signs. Masa thinks about Aiko most hours of the day, associates Aiko with almost everything, goes out of her way to impress Aiko even if she “doesn’t actually care,” etc. Bakugou knows the build-up to a confession when he sees it.

He flicks to the next page and finds his predictions correct, Masa is stomping up to Aiko with a determined look in her eye. As she admits how she feels, the emotions raging in her chest, how she can’t get Aiko out of her mind, Bakugou feels his stomach drop lower and lower. Ah, shit.

He hurls the fifteen-dollar manga across his living room.

The nasty feeling in his stomach is worse when he knows the source. He feels warmth spill into his chest and through his veins when he even accidentally thinks of you, quickly turning to ash when he realizes what he’s doing. 

Bakugou comes to a point after a week of keeping his same schedule with you and trying to kill the little dove in his chest with pure will. He came to America to be the best and he knows he wouldn’t have welcomed this feeling if he was in Japan. And he decided he’ll do what he does best, be a hero.

He throws himself in an unbearably hot, timeless void of wake up, work, eat, sleep. The only thing that lets him know that time is changing is the scruff growing in on his face where he would usually shave by now. Every day feels the same, dragging slowly but the weeks seem to pass with a blink. Bakugou assumed that if he took you out of his life, he'd think about you less. But he still has your number and he sees every text you send when you send it, his heart picking up when he hears a notification, hoping it's you. To try and ease the ache he’ll shoot a message back that's impossible to build more off of. 

You’ve started calling him less– which should’ve made Bakugou feel freer, no more seeing your face pop up on his phone screen (a picture of you making the first recipe he ever sent), no more staring at his phone until your call goes away. But he doesn’t. He can’t tell if he never wants to hear from you again or if he wants to hear your voice until the universe crumbles. 

The average patrol with Ranger consisted of many breaks, to no fault of either hero, but Ranger is weirdly popular in this city. Fans stop them every few blocks for a selfie with the American hero featuring a grumpy-looking Dynamight in the background. This time a group stopped the duo, taking longer than a usual stop was. 

It’s a quiet day, only stopping a few pick-pockets, not even a small villain. The sounds of honking horns and chittering civilians fill the streets, an empty gap in the noise where there would be a bird or two overhead. As Ranger strikes another pose, Bakugou unlocks his phone. The screen shows the last app he used, opening your thread of messages to each other. 

This was the first day you didn’t say good morning to Bakugou. It’s his fault, this is what he wanted. Still, he scrolled through your old texts as he got ready at dawn, eyes prickly. He finds himself a couple of months back thumb stuck on a picture of you at the beach. Your face taking up the left half of the screen, a blinded smile from the sun, Denki and Mina in the back with their usual stupid faces.

“(location: ichigo beach, shima) when u come back i am kidnapping u & taking u here!!! there’s even a trail and the view is incredible! don’t be stupid today :p”

He agrees, the view is incredible. 

A hoot startles him from right next to his ear, “Oo! Pretty as a peach,” Ranger tries to expand the picture, but Bakugou swats his hand away, “See why you’re so homesick loverboy.”

“Not fuckin’ homesick,” he mutters, words coming off of his tongue jutted and short, “S’not like that.”

Ranger laughs when he shoves his phone into his pocket with red ears, “Sure goney, long as you’re both happy.”

His words make Bakugou freeze, staring at the pavement ahead of him. Is he happy? Are you? He doesn’t even have an inkling, he hasn’t asked. It’s not your fault that you make him think of warmth and home, and he’s been fighting every interaction with you on the defensive side of a nonexistent battle. 

He doesn’t know why he was doing this anymore. He wants to know that you’re happy more than whatever he was trying to do. He thinks he might call you for dinner today. 

Before Bakugou can respond, Ranger speaks into his earpiece, nodding towards him to tell him to pay attention to the radio in his ear. He only gets a warning of “-ake quirk,” the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracking and splintering like ice. 

Nitroglycerin sweat meeting explosions saves him from the expanding fissure moving through the city, Ranger pulling the moisture from the air to propel him towards him. He presses his cowboy hat harder to his head, grinning at Bakugou, “Time to knock this chucklefuck into a cocked hat,” he hates all of the phrases Ranger uses, he just guesses what he means and hopes he’s right, “Gotta get you back to your pretty thing.”

Bakugou feels a flush rise over his arms and neck, his body heat rising even if the sweltering sun wasn’t beating down on him. Your pretty thing echoes in his head. His. “Shut your mouth,” he bites, already following the crevice in the ground so he doesn’t have to hear whatever Ranger has to say. 

The villain was in the middle of the city, letting their quirk slowly build up in the faults all day. They announced it in a dramatic fashion, talking about the ins and outs of their abilities. It wasn’t too hard to work them into a corner. 

“Heroes disgust me, the absolute decay of society. Cities are no better, rotting us all, it’s time we all go back from whence we came,” they cough, blood running down the side of their head. Behind them: their freshly made gorge; in front: Dynamight and Ranger. 

The hero duo glances at each other for a second to make a plan, not seeing the villain lower their left hand to the broken street. When they look back, things are moving in slow motion and much too fast. 

Right hand holding their bleeding middle, left glowing a glaring blue in full contact with the tarmac, the ground starting to ripple like water with them at the epicenter. 

Bakugou springs into action quicker than Ranger, racing towards them to separate their hand from the ground. They scream when he blasts himself over them, kicking them into the street, using extra momentum to fly above the valley scraping through the city. The villain had used the last of their energy for the rippling ground, leaving them passed out. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Bakugou pants once standing on steady ground. He closes his eyes as he catches his breath, thoughts of you filling his mind. His pretty thing. A small smile starts to grace his face, dropping when feeling unexpectedly cooler. Large shadows arching over the ground. 

“Dynamight!” is the last thing he hears. Ranger rushing towards him and the side of a building much closer than it should be is the last thing he sees. You smiling on the beach is the last thing he thinks of.

vīgintī duo, autumnus

(22) “Where are we going?”

The train shifts back and forth as it barrels down the tracks, you lean further into Bakugou with every sway. “Be patient,” he repeats for the nth time, staring out the window. You thought maybe he’d be tired of you asking by now, but he doesn’t. He’s not tired of you.

An hour ago he called and asked if you were free, you replied that it’s 22:34 on a Thursday, what would you possibly be doing right now, and he said he’d be there in thirty minutes. You heard explosions in the distance fifteen minutes after he hung up. He landed sweaty on your balcony and now you’re on a train to somewhere. The train’s lights are lowered for sleeping passengers, the seat is probably half of its former cushioned glory, and the socks you shoved on are mismatching heights and colors. “Are you kidnapping me?” you ask, leaning against the window, burning the way the train track lights pass over his face into your memory. 

Bakugou looks away from the window to meet your gaze, “Yeah, you scared peach?” His eyes run over your face, the way his plush red scarf is stuffed half-heartedly into your hoodie, how the heels of your sneakers are pressed to the insoles instead of you putting them on completely.

You pull your knees to your chest, chin rubbing against the worn fabric of your sweatpants. “Sure, why am I being kidnapped?” You grab his hands while he’s rubbing them together for warmth, placing them underneath your chin, cushioned between your knees and the bulk of your sweatshirt. “‘ts gross that they don’t use the heaters past 20:00,” you sigh, putting your hands under your knees.

His cheeks turn to a soft shade of pink watching you get comfortable and stare up at him with his palms pressed against each other under your face. “There was something I forgot to do on my calendar,” he eventually mutters, “Couldn’t go to sleep.”

You frown to fight your smile, “You’re forcing me on a midnight errand?” 

“Something like that.”

You fall asleep for the rest of the hour-long ride, Bakugou leaning his head against yours once your breathing mellowed out.

“Oi, wake up.”

You groan as you blink your eyes open, sleep sitting heavy in your muscles, Bakugou’s hands pushing your knees. You bat his hands away, “Kats’ki knock t’off,” tongue removing unnecessary syllables. He snorts and pushes your face towards the window. 

Ichigo beach.

It’s a clear sky, full moon rippling across the shallow waves, barely swaying grass telling you that it’s not a windy night, stars shining down at you. Staring out the window at the night view of the ocean, Bakugou admires your growing smile through your reflection in the glass. He wonders if you can tell he feels love moving through his body every time you smile. That he can feel his heart in his brain when you look at him. When you speak. You might be better off not knowing, he thinks, you would try to give him a heart attack on purpose.

Hopping off of the train into the salty air, your whole body wakes up. Rejuvenated by the sounds of waves washing up on the shore, you stretch and look up at Bakugou. You smile, “What now?” 

“Midnight errand,” he says, pressing a warm hand to your back to nudge you forward. 

“I know that, but what is it?”

He gives you his meanest smile of the night, you almost trip over your shoes at the sight of it, “Be patient.” The funny feeling races up your spine.

You smack his hand off of your back with a huff, “Fine.” And you follow him.

Walking down the short trail to shore, you let your shoes sink into the sand for a few metres before peeling your shoes and socks off, holding them in one hand. “I’m sorry,” he suddenly says, broad back facing you. The nonexistent eyes of the skull drawing on his hoodie are glaring down at you making your feet shift in the cold sand. 

“You gonna throw me in the sea or something?” you joke, unsure of how to respond to the sudden apology.

He stops and you almost run your face square into his back, “Hate that I made you cry. You really forgive me for that?” Bakugou turns around and looks down at you. You’re much closer than you realized, the moon is behind him giving his silhouette a muted white glow. Shadows of his face are unbearably dramatic. “I wouldn’t forgive a dipshit for making you cry,” he finishes, his hands hovering over your arms.

You could laugh, the movement held back by the actual tinges of pain on his face. It’s been three years since he basically ghosted you for a few months, it’s almost impressive the way it has clearly been straining him. He apologized almost bi-monthly over the phone after having drinks with the other sidekicks all the way until he came back. You assumed you both got over it, he never mentioned it after he landed. You can’t remember everything you said. You were nearly blackout drunk on that call, sure there were separate instances where you cried but there’s no way he knows that.

 “I forgave you, because you’re you,” you smile and grab his hand, both of yours fitting in his outstretched hand, “Even if you act like a dipshit sometimes.”

His eyes start to get shinier as he squeezes your hands, “That’s so fuckin’ stupid,” he presses his molars against each other, “you’re so fuckin’ stupid for that.” 

“I’m so fuckin’ stupid?” You laugh and grab his jaw to relax it, “You’re stupid, what are we doing on the beach in the middle of the night? You’re usually home by now.”

Bakugou’s jaw loosens and he sighs, moving his face closer to yours. You freeze, your heartbeat thumping through your whole body as he presses his forehead to yours. He stares directly into your eyes and he’s all you can see. Soft exhales meeting yours, the waves crashing behind him, your hand in his. 

“I am,” he says, “I am home.”

Katsuki lifts his hands to your face, cradling your cheeks, “Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

You nod and as his lips press to yours, you realize there’s nowhere you can think of as home but him.

ichigo for strawb ;P