#its probably touch and go for a few days as to whether the cat would make it but they pull through and all of a sudden

[floorpancakes]

[maidflowery]

POV: You...

Aventurine x Reader

Good Night, a Million Loves 🂠 Illustrated 🂠

The two of you had just started going steady, but you noticed that Aventurine was holding back around you. Partly because you were easily flustered. You wanted to be bolder! You wanted to be the one who initiated from time to time! As such, you had to practice! What better way was there besides sneakily planting kisses on Aventurine while he was asleep?

With the determination of a brave hero about to have the last showdown with the Demon King, you marched toward the master bedroom of the unnecessarily huge penthouse, ascending the needlessly long spiral staircase.

As you got closer, your march quieted down to a tiptoe. Nevertheless, your resolve remained the same. It was what on the inside that mattered.

You stood in front of the door, pondering whether or not to knock.

In the end, you decided against it.

Aventurine was probably asleep already.

After spending the night a few times with him, you noticed that after an exhausting day at work, he’d usually fall asleep the moment he touched the bed.

Besides, you weren’t supposed to be here in the first place.

Your assigned room was all the way down the seemingly endless spiral staircase, to the left of the hall. Not only was it furnished according to your preferences, it was also filled to the brim with the latest, trendiest furniture. Moreover, the clothes in the walk-in(!) closet would be replaced every week. Of course, they were also designer goods.

The mattress was the fluffiest one you’d ever felt in your entire life. It was stuffed with swan feathers, and according to Aventurine, each feather was meticulously handpicked for its finest quality. Heck, the swan was probably sent by God for this important mission and sang every time a feather was plucked.

So why were you here instead of the cocoon of your heavenly bedroom?

First off, you already told him that room was way over the top!

...As for the second, it had a little to do with the fact that your relationship wasn’t progressing at all. And the fact that you slept in a separate bedroom had everything to do with that.

I mean, I did ask him that we should take it slow...

But apparently, ‘slow’ to Aventurine meant stopping altogether.

Well, not completely. You guys would still often go on a date, and whenever you spent the night with him, the two of you would always cuddle and watch movies...

But, but, snuggling, sometimes lap sitting, chaste kisses... and then a head pat before he went to bed?! Really?!

Aventurine was by no means inexperienced. Actually, it was him showing how experienced he was that got you here.

As they said, some things changed, some things stayed the same. Even after the two of you had gone steady, you were still the same old you from before dating. The same old you, who'd get so embarrassed you nearly had a heart attack every time he made an advance on you.

This can’t go on...!

You’d lose the right to call yourself his girlfriend at this rate! No, by this point, calling yourself his newly adopted cat would be more appropriate!

Which is why...!

Practice makes perfect! Goodbye, old you—welcome, new you!

You quietly pushed his door open. Previously, he said to you, ‘I’ll keep my bedroom door unlocked for you’—whatever that meant. True to his words, it opened without resistance. And as expected of an expensive door, it didn’t creak in the slightest.

Thus, you found yourself inside Aventurine’s bedroom. Of course, as his girlfriend, it wasn’t the first time you’d stepped inside his room. It was the third, actually.

The bedroom was a breathtaking blend of elegance and minimalism. It stretched out with vast, open space, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that flood the room with natural light and offered sweeping views of the night sky.

To one side, a custom-designed floating nightstand made of smooth marble housed a single, delicate vase with an orchid, perfectly balancing simplicity and luxury. Opposite the bed, an oversized mirror with a slim, brushed-gold frame reflects the natural light, enhancing the room's sense of openness.

At the center, a low-profile king-sized bed with crisp white linens and a subtly textured duvet, while the bed's sleek, matte black frame added a touch of sophistication. The bed sits on a plush, light-colored rug that extends across the gleaming hardwood floors, anchoring the room’s minimalist aesthetic.

In the middle of the bed, almost sinking into the pure white sheet, was a blond-haired man.

You approached the bed, but when you saw his figure, sound asleep, you reflexively spun around, covering your face.

Abort! Abort!

His pajamas! Was wide open! He was practically half-naked!

Young man—! Have the decency to cover yourself up—!

Your face started burning, the visage of Aventurine sleeping without a care, his bare torso fully exposed for the world to see, was seared into your memory.

Broad chest. Well-defined abs, each muscle sharply etched as if carved from stone. Slender waist, without excess fat. Even when you closed your eyes, you could still see them vividly!

But knowing Aventurine, after his late-night shower, he probably just couldn’t be bothered to wear clothes properly.

...In the first place, you were the intruder here. What right did you have to complain about his state of undress?

You couldn’t help but notice that the air conditioner blew a steady stream of cold air into the room.

“Geez. What if he catches a cold?”

You muttered quietly, trying to find a blanket. A brown velvet blanket lay near his feet, likely kicked off in his sleep, maybe because he felt too hot.

Then, just as you were about to tuck him in and call it a day, a thought crossed your mind.

R-right. I can start by practicing with a goodnight kiss! The one on the forehead!

You’d come this far. Wouldn't it be a waste to back down now? Besides, it was just a forehead kiss, anyway!

Slowly, you put one knee on the bed, then the other, careful not to make any noise as you climbed on top of him. You placed both of your hands on each side of his head, supporting yourself so that you didn’t rest against his body. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Aventurine was still sleeping soundly despite all that.

Under such a close proximity, where you could count his individual eyelash, you took in the sight of his sleeping face. You swooned without realizing. He looked so innocent and, dare you say, defenseless...?

As the one towering over him right now, you didn’t feel guilty or self-conscious or anything.

Since he was turning to the side, every time he exhaled, his warm breath caressed your wrist, tickling your skin.

Anyway, let’s do this.

You didn’t want to overstay your welcome. What if he woke up? How were you going to explain THIS?

You parted his wavy, golden bangs, the dainty locks as smooth as a silken thread. Then, as you brought your face closer to his, you stopped.

Once again, you came to realize how breathtakingly gorgeous he was.

“...This princely face belongs to a charlatan, huh?” You mumbled.

Perhaps this practice wouldn’t be so hard, after all.

Be it his long eyelashes, tall nose bridge, well-shaped, slightly parted red lips, minus his trademark smug grin... you wanted to kiss them all.

After placing a soft kiss on his smooth forehead, inhaling the fragrance of his shampoo, your lips trailed down his eyelids, his nose, then his cheek. It faintly tasted of soap. His lips were still out of your league.

Then, your gaze landed on his neck. To be precise, a certain tattoo on the left side of it.

‘SLAVE’

The word was written in standard letters, as if to make this man’s status obvious to everyone, regardless of whether they spoke the language. Obviously, it wasn't there by choice. Instead, he was branded like a cattle.

Without a doubt, many sad, harrowing memories were associated with it. You didn’t know why he never opted to erase it. Perhaps because he couldn’t care less. Or perhaps... as a reminder.

Even just looking at it felt excruciating. You wanted to erase it if you could. This tattoo. His tragic past. But at the same time, it was what made him him. So, you hated it as much as you loved it.

With such complicated feelings swirling inside your chest, you pressed your lips against his tattoo.

“Mmh—...”

Perhaps a tad too strongly. Because this time, Aventurine stirred. You quickly withdrew a bit.

He muttered something under his breath, which you didn’t fail to catch.

It was your name.

—!

Your heart was pounding heavily inside your chest.

Then, while burying his face within his pillow, Aventurine mumbled, “...The foods inside the fridge. If it’s still not enough... Call the chef...” He trailed off, falling asleep once again.

“...”

What was that about?

Did he mistake you for one of his cat critters? But he clearly said your name... So, he thought you were pestering him because you were hungry?! What, you were his cat now?!

You wouldn’t deny that you have a huge, almost ravenous appetite, but this was just too much!

“...Ah!”

Aventurine suddenly gasped and tensed up, probably—no, most likely—because you’d bitten his clavicle. Briefly, his eyes snapped open, but they were glazed over.

W-wait, what am I doing right now?!

If you wanted to prevent him from waking up, this definitely wasn't the way!

Thus, you gently brushed your lips over the spot you’d just bitten, as if trying to kiss it away. A crimson hue had appeared there, a testament to your sin.

My bad! Please go back to sleep, please go back to sleep...

While praying that inwardly, you continued to lavish attention on that spot while glancing at his face. Aventurine didn’t show signs of waking up.

What a relief...

Now was probably your chance to slip away. But still...

It smells so nice...

As you rested your chin against his sturdy chest, planting soft kisses all over his supple skin, you inhaled his scent. A refreshing blend of minty soap fragrance and him.

Just a bit more, should be okay, right...?

Without realizing it, your lips glided down to the thin space between his chest.

The scent seems to be most concentrated here...

Then down to his pecs. And down again.

Just as you faintly placed a kiss right above his navel...

“...You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”

You heard a raspy voice clouded with sleep right overhead.

...F*ck.

When you lifted your face, you found a pair of violet-cyan eyes piercing straight at you. They burned with silent, intense desire, which the owner seemed to desperately reign in.

“What are you doing...?”

He breathlessly asked, eyes never leaving you as he clutched his head, processing the sight before him.

“G-good night, Aventurine! I just dropped by to give you some goodnight kisses! Sleep well now! Nighty-night!”

Caught red-handed, you went on autopilot and blurted it out. But when you tried to escape, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a crushing embrace against his upper body.

“Could've fooled me. Now, if you say that you wanted to rile me up instead...”

Is he angry because I disturbed his sleep?

“So-sorry—...!!”

At first, you wanted to apologize, but a certain hardness that had been pressing against your belly made you realize that probably wasn’t what he meant by ‘rile him up.’ Immediately, heat spread across your face like wildfire.

Pressed against his chest, you couldn’t see his expression, but you could feel his hands roaming around. First, combing your hair, then stroking your back, then caressing your waist. His actions screamed confusion, as if he had reached his limit but didn't know how to unleash it.

Burying his nose into your hair, Aventurine asked, “Do you know the saying ‘don’t sleep the disturbing beast?’”

“It’s ‘don’t disturb the sleeping beast.’ Aventurine, you’re clearly tired, go back to sleep.”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s sleep together.”

“S-sounds good! Good night?”

You snuggled up against his chest, trying your best to ignore the rigidity poking your stomach.

“Good night.”

Aventurine whispered huskily, kissing your forehead as he tightened his grip around you.

“—Is that what you expected me to say?”

Then, in an instant, your worldview did a complete 180. Somehow, you found yourself laying on the bed, with Aventurine towering over you. Heat seemed to radiate from every inch of his body.

His multi-colored eyes were fixed on you, glinting like those of a ferocious beast that had cornered its prey.

“...Unfortunately, I’m no sweet prince.”

He heard that—?!

In his eyes, you could see your extremely panicked expression.

Flashing you his arrogant grin, Aventurine licked his lips.

“As someone said, I’m just a charlatan.”

Well, shit—!! Was he awake the whole time—?!

“A-Aventurine, listen... I really was just trying to give you a goodnight kiss! Well, some...”

“And I'm the densest man alive! Let's see... You came all the way here, climbed into my bed, and kissed me all over. I'd say the message is pretty clear."

Saying that, Aventurine’s lips came crashing down on you—

“—Mmph!”

To which you immediately blocked his mouth with both of your hands.

“Wait, wait, wait—!”

My mental preparation!

“I’ve waited long enough.” Aventurine said, gently but firmly removing your hands. His fingers slid to your wrist, tightening around it like a cuff.

He kissed and lightly gnawed on your hand, as if trying to release the heat swelling inside him bit by bit. Then, he cursed under his breath—it didn’t seem to be working.

Then, as his eyes bore into you, gleaming with wild, mysterious glint, he asked you.

“...And here I went through the trouble of assigning you a room all the way down there. Hey, do you know why?”

His tone was cheerful, as if he was quizzing you. But you knew that the closer he was to losing control, the lighter his tone became.

“No...? What does that have to do with anything...?”

Didn’t he just assign you whatever room was available?

As if reading your mind, Aventurine chimed in. “No, of course not. Otherwise, I wouldn't have disabled the elevator and installed that unnecessarily long staircase in the first place."

“You did WHAT—?! You remodeled the penthouse—?! Since when—?!”

“Ever since you started sleeping over.”

“...Why?”

Why do all those pointless things...?

“Hmm.” Aventurine sighed. He looked like a teacher who was fed up with a student who refused to understand, even after everything had been spelled out for them.

Then, he broke into a wide, devilish grin.

"Truly, innocence is bliss."

“Huh...?”

“Alright, I’ll give you a choice.”

“C-choice?”

Despite his question, he seemed to be the one weighing his options. His gaze said it all. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

“To make sweet love with an innocent vanilla prince, or whatever it was, or be claimed by this charlatan.”

He’ll never let me live it down, will he? Also, either way, it’s the same! Tonight, we’re going to-to...

Well, it wasn’t your first time! But every time, although he was by no means rough, he always turned things up to eleven, leaving you aching and unable to forget.

In short, Aventurine and the words "innocent" and "vanilla" were as far apart as Neptune and the Sun!!

To bide your time, you asked him some questions.

“W-what do you even know about the first one, anyway?!”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised.”

“Be more specific?!”

“You get to be on top?”

...That’s his definition of a sweet prince? Aventurine, you...

You gave him a judging look, but Aventurine paid you no heed and leaned down.

Settling his face near your breasts, he bit at the white ribbon on the center of your chemise. It was a pure white chemise with subtle frills and lace designs. Of course, it came with the room Aventurine provided for you.

“What are you doing—?! Ah, hey—!”

As you shrieked, he tugged at the ribbon with his teeth. Then, the ribbon—no, the whole chemise—came undone, falling to each side of your body like the wings of a spread butterfly.

“Wha—?!”

Why did it slide open so easily?!

“Hmm...?”

You were surprised, and so was Aventurine. Of course, for a different reason.

“...You’re wearing underwear beneath the lingerie? Who does that during a night raid? Interesting choice."

Your bra was in full view. You panicked and started covering yourself.

“Of course I’m wearing one! What night raid?! There’s no such thing in the first place!”

You still couldn’t get over how easily it fell off like that, leaving you with your last stronghold.

“Also, why did it come undone so easily?! With one tug of a ribbon?! The heck?!”

“Because I especially requested it to be that way, duh.”

Aventurine gave you an innocent smile, sliding his hand down your back.

Clink!

“Ah...!”

With that, your bra too, came undone. Aventurine deftly yanked it to the side, and it slipped right under your grasp, falling to the floor. All that remained were your hands, which stubbornly covered your chest, and your panties.

His hand left your back, softly tracing a path to your waist, then rested on your belly.

“By the way, you haven’t answered yet.”

“Nng...”

Locking eyes with you, Aventurine rested his face against his hand. With his other hand, he rhythmically rapped his fingertips against your stomach, as if counting time. His touches were ticklish, like the gentle sweep of a soft brush. Feeling butterflies in your stomach, you couldn’t help but gasp.

“So, which is it?”

Right, he asked a question...

Amidst the irresistible ticklishness, you recalled his question from before. And the way his gaze saddened when you asked about the prince.

Did he misunderstand? Did he take it as you calling his methods rough?

Then, you finally found your voice.

“...The first one.”

“Mm,” Aventurine murmured in assent, his gaze slightly downcast.

“...or the second one, doesn’t matter. I love every side of you.”

“...!”

He lit-up, his violet-cyan eyes regained their luminosity.

So, you weren’t mistaken after all.

But then, Aventurine did something unexpected.

“...I’d like to apologize beforehand.”

Huh? Why is he apologizing all of the sudden?

Briefly, you thought he was suggesting that the two of you should just snuggle and go to sleep after all.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I can be gentle.”

As he drew closer to you, you could see an ever-burning blue flame blazing within his gaze. His hand traveled down, reaching for the last piece of clothing on your body.

Then, just as your lips were about to touch...

...Aventurine stopped. Even his hand merely rested on your waist.

With every ounce of rationality and self-control he could muster, Aventurine endured the raging fire within him. As he stared straight into your eyes, an uncharacteristic look of hesitation and doubt appeared on his face.

You truly did not expect that from the perpetually smiling gambler.

“—That’s why... if you want to stop, now is your chance.”

Yet, you knew that he was just afraid of hurting you.

Him agreeing to take it slow. The separate rooms. The long staircase.

Thus, you sat up, smiled, and kissed him on the lips.

His eyes widened instantly. After all, it was the first time you had kissed him on your own.

The kiss should've been brief, but he refused to let it end. He pursued you down, the mattress sinking under your weight. Before you knew it, he was fiercely gnawing and sucking on your lips, hardly allowing you to catch your breath.

Then, in-between the kisses that you couldn't tell when they began or ended, he whispered...

“Me, too.”

He grasped your hand firmly, intertwining his fingers with yours, as if preventing your escape. Yet, it felt as if he was clinging to you in dear life instead.

As if he was afraid you'd disappear in the next second.

Your mind was blank, but you could feel something slid down your legs as he spoke beside your ear:

“I love you, too.”

This whisper, a rare moment of honesty from the blond gambler, soon faded amid a cacophony of noises.

The next day, you were being princess-carried by Aventurine down the long-ass stairs.

The two of you were about to get “breakfast.” Yes, breakfast, even though the sun was almost setting outside the window. You just woke up, okay?!

"...Still, to think that my usually shy and demure girlfriend would make a move on me like that! I was so afraid I'd wake up and find it was just a dream!"

Beside you, Aventurine was happily recounting last night’s tale. He seemed so full of vigor, he was basically sparkling.

...Just how?

Huh? The two of you were now huddled so close, sticking to each other like a lovey-dovey newlywed couple after what happened last night, you ask?

...No, it was because you couldn’t walk, dammit!!!

Even the slightest sway as he descended each flight of stairs sent a stinging pain to your waist.

Curse it! Curse Aventurine and his prowess!

“—Just, just how many stairs are there...?” You asked amid the crippling exhaustion. Even your voice was hoarse.

You couldn’t believe you just climbed all those stairs last night. No wonder it felt so tiring, and you had to take a few breaks.

“There are precisely 88 steps. You see, whenever you spend the night, I always take a slow walk down these stairs, counting each one.”

What’s with that weird hobby? Is this one of those 'Rich People Daily Routines That Made Them Millionaires' or something?

Also, what does that have to do with me sleeping over?

“—Then, poof. The urge to barge into your room disappears.”

“Huh? Wait, what—”

“I wonder what’s for breakfast~”

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[darkhymns-fic]

A Cat of Good Behavior

When Vaggie came by, pissed that the bartender was drunk out of his mind once more, she noted the bell collar then. “This some new dress code?” she had asked, her stare holding several shades of scrutiny. “Dress code,” Husk repeated, his tone deadpan, his chest so hollow that only more alcohol could fill it. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

Alastor gets Husk a new gift to wear for the day. And Husk, despite all his protests, plays the part so well.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Alastor/Husk, Angel Dust, Niffty Rating: E Word Count: 6416 Mirror: AO3 Notes: This is a higher-rated fic, so only an excerpt will be shared here. Please read the rest on AO3 and mind the tags! It's toxic radiohusk, my beloved.

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Husk found the package in his room, perched just on top of his bed covers. It was a small white box, wrapped neatly with a red bow.

Instantly, he felt a strange sense of revulsion from it.

Alastor had a habit of just going into his hotel room whenever he pleased, whether it was to just wile away the time or get Husk to go on an errand. It happened so often that Husk had learned long ago to never expect any privacy. Of course not. Not when he was someone else’s property.

And Alastor also loved leaving Husk with little surprises.

He wasn’t sure what to do at first; leaving it alone just made it feel too ominous, and throwing it away would probably attract the Radio Demon’s anger in some way or another. No, the only other option was opening the damn thing, and Husk couldn’t begin to guess what his boss was leaving him with. It could have been anything, like a disgusting entrée from Cannibal Town, or maybe a nest of ticks just to piss Husk off.

…He was hoping if it was anything, he’d rather it be the Cannibal Town delicacy. Hell ticks were a pain to get rid of.

Swallowing, Husk delicately unwrapped the bow with one finger, as if touching it any more would invoke some sort of curse in his already cursed afterlife. But when the bow was fully unraveled, and he could open the box lid, he had to blink twice.

It was a bell collar, fashioned from bright red leather with golden clasps. The bell in front was impossible to miss, which was as big as his thumb, with its surface holding a shine to it.

Fucking kidding me with this.

Husk looked at it for a few more seconds, his irritation slowly building up until he couldn’t help but swat the damn thing off his bed. The collar made a soft ringing sound, the accessory thumping onto the carpet. It echoed in the air, enough that he couldn’t forget the tone of the bell if he tried.

He was way too tired to understand Alastor’s new game now.

[felis-artis]

hawkfrost's stunt huh? what's that about? (I am looking So Hard rn)

okay. so. i wrote a full scene for this ask! it's below the cut :)

HAWKFROST IF HE SLAYED!!!!! aka Crowstar’s predeath scene!

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The grass shifted as Crowstar made his way forward. The new land was so interesting, with how it swayed and danced. It seemed to cheer the clans on, to keep going and take more of this beautiful land they’d found. There was a hesitancy that Crowstar had about it, though.

Something in the back of his mind said that it was wrong. He shook his head.

He’d been asked by Birchpaw to come out and check out the tide, to see if the Vigil could maybe get enough clay for a new grill, alongside their new oven. Birchpaw had followed, but had been called back by his mentor, Ashfur, and Ashfur just told him to go on ahead, that it’d only take a few moments. 

Crowstar arrived at their clay-doused beach, and made his way over to the water. The Vigil had worked most of the day on carving the area out so they could get to the red clay beneath, with direction from the Vigil of River’s Carpkin triplets, Mothwing, Hawkfrost, and Tadpolepool.

Crowstar had approved for a good chunk of it to be removed, but said to leave the rest for other cats to use if they so please, whether personal usage or large-scale projects. He was surprised when that action caused distress, and it probably showed.

Ashfur had snarled at him in the meeting. He didn’t know what to do, so he just ended the meeting then and there. 

The sand was biting at his paws as he stepped upon its grainy teeth. He hissed and shook his paws. He’d trod on a sharp twig that afternoon and it had broken skin. Blood had bled on the poem he was writing, and he had to clean the paper. The sand irritated the fresh prick. It had gushed and dribbled across the leaf and soaked bark and it made him want to hurl.

It reminded him of the past, when he’d nicked his ear during training and had tried to draw in the loose dirt afterwards. It had dripped crimson and made him want to weep. Crowpaw, Crowstar, he thinks, doesn’t matter how old I am, I still feel distraught at the sight of art being ruined.

Crowstar leaned over the water to get a drink, tongue barely touching the water, before it curled up to reach his ears. The water was a brilliant blue, mixed with a valiant red as the sun began to brush the sky with its paints. Crowstar had always loved the sky when it bled.

Suddenly, Timberstar was staring at him, eyes blue, and filled with a malice he never saw in his father’s eyes. Crowstar doesn’t understand how he didn’t connect the dots faster. Marigoldclaw and Carpwhisker were half-clan, why would Timberstar let the kittens live? Because they were his. 

Hawkfrost’s claws dragged him down to the bottom with practiced precision. Crowstar flailed against the push of both the current and the Vigil of River’s strongest battler. Blood floated in the water as Crowstar’s claws lashed out, attempting to get away from Hawkfrost.

He realized how Hawkfrost had gotten there as the water began to lead them away from the shore. He must have hidden amongst the clay, having carved it himself! Of course he did. Crowstar felt foolish. 

He was such a fool.

He had one more life left, if he died on this day.

He inhaled, the water filled his lungs and heart and soul and brain and chest and stomach and eyes and everything that he had ever loved. It splashed and sank and gushed. Crowstar felt consciousness elude him as the darkness of the lake began to fade, as Hawkfrost made for air.

As soon as he was gone, he was back. Hawkfrost was standing beside him, speaking with a cat that Crowstar could not see. He didn’t have time to listen, he had to run. Hawkfrost’s tail lay over his muzzle, making sure that he knew when Crowstar was back to life. As soon as the leader opened his eyes, it was bloodshed.

Hawkfrost whirled around and latched onto the half-drowned leader, claws sinking into skin with such a violent ease. Crowstar rose immediately, and was slammed back into the ground by the other cat. The scent finally reached him, and he knew.

Ashfur.

Crowstar snarled, half-gurgled by water, and whirled on Ashfur. This wasn’t about not dying, Crowstar knew what this was now and they would not let him leave the clearing alive, but it was about proving Ashfur to be a guilty party.

Crowstar used all of his weight to slam Hawkfrost into Ashfur’s side, sending the two collapsed across the clearing. Panic set in, and he began to yowl in terror. Hawkfrost had stopped talking, choosing instead to work in silence. Ashfur was hissing in pain as Hawkfrost clambered off him, but wasn’t trying to hide himself.

The clearing reeked of dead fish. Trout, to be exact. 

Crowstar turned and ran, before realizing that he could barely move. The water had dulled the Vigil of Star’s ability to heal his body, he assumes, before realizing that his hind legs have been bound in leaves. He hastily begins to tear them off, when Hawkfrost slams into him.

His head slams into the ground, and blood dribbles from his nose. He slams his eyes shut at the pressure, and hisses at the pain. It all aches. 

“Frosty, you better go. He called for help.” Ashfur’s voice cuts in. 

A pause. The weight disappears from overhead, but Crowstar feels too ill to move. His head spins with the effort to think. He attempts to open his eyes, but the blood-red sky stabs into his sight, and he closes them. Too bright. He barely notices Hawkfrost fully leave the clearing, the sound of rippling water reaching his ears.

“Crowstar. I’m glad we got to work this whole situation out.. I was worried you’d brush me aside,” Ashfur begins, and Crowstar knows what will happen next. He attempts to scream.

“HELP! HELP!” His caterwauls into the sky. It bleeds alongside him, red staining the sky as his ruby stains the sand and water. Ashfur stands, and makes his way to the clearing’s edge with no fanfare. His tail is high, as though he’d just made a good catch of prey.

 He turns his head back to look at Crowstar. Angry green eyes stare into pained blue irises. Crowstar blinks and the world tilts. Ashfur is gone by the time Crowstar has his bearings. It all blends into the forest.

Brightheart bursts from the undergrowth, with Sandstorm and Birchpaw hot on her heels. Crowstar is barely aware of Birchpaw’s horrified retching as Brigtheart and Sandstorm both hiss in surprise. They rush to Crowstar’s side, and Brigtheart frantically begins to stop the bleeding that comes from his head. 

He hadn’t even noticed the wound. He feels his eyes begin to close, and knows that he’ll be okay. The first thing he needs to do, however, is make sure they all know what a traitor Ashfur is. Crowstar forces his eyes open, and frantically looks around.

He points with his claw. Sandstorm follows the action with her eyes.

An ash tree lays in its path. Birchpaw immediately goes to investigate while Sandstorm helps to keep Crowstar up as Brightheart mutters strings of curses while she frantically attempts to stop the bleeding. He lets himself rest, closing his eyes.

After all, he can just correct any incorrect assumptions once he’s all better.

Link to the Google Document Version

[orangelemonsstuff]

Pets are similar to their Masters

Silver Bullet Au by @jackplushie (i hope im not bothering you haha 0v0; i just want to credit you haha)

Part 2

//Gender Neutral Reader//

bartender!Reader being wholesome with an elderly woman on the bus (kind old people are my weaknesses)

Summary: Crowley called you in for a meeting, as you do, you encounter a sweet old lady on the bus

Tags: Fluff and Small Angst

You bend your knees to pick the gray cat up and carry it on your arms, for some reason its calm on your touch this time but not to others who tries to touch it.

it always hisses and even scratches your costumers even leaving a mark on one of your "dangerous" patron that also reminded you of a fierce cat (more like a lion...)

but you do not know who's much more fiercer whether, its Grim or your usual costumers but... you are sure betting your money on the cat.

You tried to put the him inside of your oversized varsity jacket, trying to fit him in so he would be covered with your attire

well bringing him with you Crowley's turf would be a bad idea but, he needs to know who's keeping you out of danger.

ha, this would make the other old man happy, now that both of you had Cats... but probably not Dog Man, he would likely to scold you for trying to hide the cat in your jacket and complain about cat hair covering your suit

Grim wriggled in your arms to make himself comfortable (which made you uncomfortable since his sharp claws keeps scratching your clothed abdomen and chest)

finally, he found the right spot to settle so you could carry him, he purrs as he put his head outside the unzipped part, treating it as a window for you scratch his head and feel the wind.

you hum with satisfaction as you wrap your arms on the bulge of your jacket with head of a cat outside.

the cold wind of the night touched your face as you walked to the bus station, it wasn't even too far from your location yet it felt like hours trying to get there at this late hour, with an attire like this too.

you knew only few busses still operates at a time like this especially at this place since its a spot known for criminals and muggers to walk around.

so you strategized and observed your foggy windows during your work hours when a bus comes around, at what exact time and day. (well this only costed you a week of annoying overnights, long talks and questions from that tall weird stranger with a mysterious aura who always comes by at the specific late time, which you don't really mind since he is talkative and he tips well.)

now, the you, which is sleep deprived, tired, and groggy from those nights is trying to ride a bus to that crow bastard's place...

the reason why you are about to leave your precious bar and home, was because you were called by Crowley himself to personally go to his office tonight.

this must be important since he doesn't call you that much but to only discuss important things (especially financial issues which he doesn't really aid well)

of course he can just send a limousine or maybe even just a simple car from him to pick you up.

but, you need to keep a low profile as a modern citizen if you don't want your whole cover blown.

after all, one small mistake and it would cost you all of your hard work

he also inquired that you wear the "special outfit" one of his men sent you

you yourself well knew who that delivery man is, for he is the supplier of the beverages you use to make your drinks after all.

you just never knew that ShAdy Man also serves personal deliveries for Crowley.

the parchment box contains a grayish black leather blazer adorned with a dull yellow on the lapels, paired with a leather pants with the same color and same dull yellow line on the side,

a multicolored bandana for your arms, a plain white shirt, and a black and white striped tie

the attire itself looked like a school uniform more than what a yakuza or a guerilla would wear.

but to be fair the only reason you are wearing this voguish get up are so that the guards would let you in the building safely and don't take you to Crowley beaten up.

although...

you don't want anyone to know who you're actually working for, or attract any attention that might cause you trouble in the future.

that's why you wore a varsity jacket you used to wear before to hide your outfit (plus student discount even though you dont go to school anymore due to your situation and your job)

but perhaps the jacket is too big and had enough space to sneak a little gray cat in, plus, you worry for what might happen to Grim if you just left him outside or even, inside of the bar.

speaking of Grim, he is quite comfortable at the position he is in while silently listening at the taps of your shoes,

eyes closed, purring at the warm of your body and the jacket hugging him against the cold shivering night.

you arrive at the dimly lit bus stop, just in time the breaks of a yellow bus were pressed and the mechanic door opened right infront of you.

great timing, now you dont have to wait and get hurt by grim if he ever try to do something funny with that sharp claws of his

as you stepped inside you notice that there were only few people in here,

a sleeping worker guy on the left

a old lady on the right near

a group of suspiciously 5 hooded teenagers on the back

'they are probably in highschool or maybe college.' you guess (they look like hooligans, but it's not right to judge a person by their appearances)

for some reason you swear you saw them before but you can't get your finger where and when.

maybe usual costumers at your bar?

another weird thing is that the big Orange hooded guy scooted over so you could have a place to sit.

you eyed the empty spot as the other two which is Purple and Green tried pull their hood down even further so it would hide their faces completely.

but just when you are about to walk towards the empty seat besides the hooligans, Grim all of a sudden hissed at the five, turning their heads on opposite direction to hide their faces more now.

he seems really pissed off once you got near them, maybe their presence annoys him like those costumers in your bar?

a Red hooded fella seemed a bit irate at the cat and clicked his tounge for hissing at him but the Blue one nudged him with his elbow and grumbled.

not wanting to offend them any further you just turned your back and just sat with the old lady on the right instead

you were sure the moment you turned your back, the group started whisper-bickering to each other.

they're probably talking shit about Grim

as you sat, she turned her head towards you and nicely smiled, you smiled back in politeness, just like how you always do with your costumers

you position Grim inside of your jacket as he sleeps peacefully with the warmth you provide, the old lady notices it

"going to a vet? at this kind of time?" she asked with a kind voice

"a-ah no... I'm just going to buy him some cat food because our nearby pet store ran out..." you reply, yawning and wrapping your arms loosely on sleeping Grim.

"he doesn't go to the vet? he doesn't even have a carrier? cats like that can carry diseases you know..." the old woman, wide eyed expressed her confusion and worry on her wrinkled face.

crap, you didn't even had a thought of taking him into one nor even have a time to take him to one

"well... im also supposed to get a carrier for him toda-- i mean, tonight too so we can properly visit the vet tomorrow?"

you reply nervously

you are not sure if you can lie with a straight face infront of a innocent old woman like that but you managed to do so.

"ah... i see~" she sighed in relief as she patted her chest, she quitely eyed Grim's furry head

is she going to try petting his head?

you had seen other people trying to touch Grim and it did not end very well...

some people left your bar with scratches

other with bad mood and a paw print in their face

and others with disappointment who didn't get to pet the cat

you flinch as her hand moved towards Grim, fearing that she might get hurt by his sharp nail-knives

but instead it wasn't what you expected...

Grim was so docile and tame towards her as he gently rubbed his head for friction with her hand.

"why are you tensing up dearie?" she beamed at you as she continued petting Grim

"I'm sorry... i thought Grim would claw you like he does on other people" you fiddled with your fingers, embarrassed to look at the woman.

she's probably an expert towards animals like Grim

"you have a very sweet cat~ i do not know why he act so aggressive and erratic towards other people like you say" she chuckled, scratching Grim's furry chin as he purrs with delight

you could've sworn you heard a quick whisper of "that's not a sweet cat that's a fricking raccoon that bites and eats anything it wanted" from the behind seats.

must've been your imagination

You smiled at the the thought of the sweet lady just trying to pet Grim without any ill intent like those people who wants to get a bit of your information.

"you know... Pets are similar to their owners" she slowly raised her hand up to your height and patted your head instead

you surprisingly just sat there and took it

in normal sense if some random person on your bar tried to pull this move on you, you would've broke their arm perhaps it doesn't have to be you that have to break their arm.

"the little guy doesn't seem docile and open towards people who has bad intentions inside of them" she grinned, continuing petting your head

"maybe same goes for you..."she ruffled your hair for the last second she was petting you as she put her hand down to relax on her lap

your eyes widened at the statement

the bus stopped all of a sudden, shaking and breaking your moment of silence and retreated of what she just said

you finally arrived at your destination.

you stood up, carried Grim up swiftly and took a quick glance at the woman.

she was smiling softly at you with a rosy cheek

you nodded down as you carefully take your steps down the bus, walking fasr, not even trying to look back at the bus that just drove away or the people from behind it who knows where they are going to go.

•••

you looked from your left and right to see if someone was following you even though you only rode a bus with few people on it but you couldn't be more careful.

after few minutes of walking you finally arrived at your actual destination.

a sketchy old big building that almost looked like a palace wooms over you from the distance of how tall it is

there were two well built guards are waiting for your pass to enter the building.

you took a deep breath, taking off your jacket to wrap it around Grim who just woke up and struggling to break through the wrap

he doesn't seem angry but he seemed trapped

after you showed your bandana and confirmation pass, they nodded to each other and opened the gate for you as they bow their heads

"we shall inform Headmaster Crowley"

"please do." you confirm at them

radio statics was heard from behind you, you continue to cradle Grim who had free'd his paws from the jacket wrap and now scratching your clothed chest again like before you arrive but you don't seem to care

your shoes clacked on the concrete floor as you headed inside of the building

there are only several people inside yet everyone seemed to be bowing at your arrival as soon as they notice the bandana on your arm and formal attire.

"you know... Pets are similar to their owners"

Are they really?

"maybe same goes for you..."

if anything, you wouldn't want to be similar to him

because that would be bizzare and uncanny

"the little guy doesn't seem docile and open towards people who has malice inside of them"

it's not like you open to any of your costumers at all, they are all shady people who would use of the advantage of any dirty little secret you said to ruin your life...

"thats why you should keep your secrets to yourself, lock it in, and build a barricade over it so no one could ever break it or break you by using it " he lectured to you while you listen mindfully.

if anything you would just rather be a normal bartender of Silver Bullet instead of being a person with secrets just like your clients.

you opened the wooden oak door to the waiting room, 6 men are inside

2 are guarding the door very rigidly

as the other 4 were waiting and having some tea

well one of them is drinking beer but you know him well enough to pretend its tea for him.

all of their heads turn to you as you stepped inside of the scented waiting room.

a waiting room for a office where all of this hell began

you might never know if Crowley just sees you as a pet or just a tool to keep his legacy standing--

but...

you don't want to be the same as him

a/n: uhh well this is not what i actually planned but i have another idea on my drafts (and what i originally planned to write) and going to be the sequel of this fic so stay tuned (≧▽≦)

ps. i did not proofread this im way too lazy, I'm sorry you have to read this with a shitty writing

[lolibles]

playing video games with them| anemo boys <3

characters: kazuha, xiao and venti

very fluffy, a little suggestive in kazuha’s part, slight slight angst for xiao, crack

synopsis: what games you play with them, how they act with you!

not proofread please don’t sue me this is also very random :)

kazuha

playing stardew valley and animal crossing with kazuha is my life goal that will never be fulfilled please cry with me. anyway, just imagine cuddling on the sofa under a thick blanket on a cold rainy day with cups of hot chocolate or tea whilst playing stardew valley. the both of you work through the first year slowly as little farmers doing cute little farm things. also if you ever chose to get into a relationship with any of the npcs in the game kazuha will not be happy, he’d definitely not talk to that particular npc because he is now kazuha’s “sworn enemy”. he will also be a pouty baby, so please apologise and give him kisses. and if you REALLY want to make it up to him, ask him to marry you in animal crossing and this man will be on his knees in a split second. he’d prepare EVERYTHING, from the venue, the guests, he’d even attempt to design his own tux for his little character to wear. and you guys would have such an adorable animal crossing wedding. also because kissing in game is not enough, he’d probably kiss you irl when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss the xx. honestly i see kazuha even going out spontaneously to buy you a promise ring with a little maple leaf engraved in it for you. yes it was an animal crossing wedding, but it was a wedding non the less. playing minecraft with kazuha please, its so fucking wholesome- he’s so good at the game and he doesn’t even try. he knows all the tricks and he’s so sexy with redstone you cant convince me otherwise. he’s also an amazing builder pls wtf. AND OH MY GOD, imagine playing the sims4 with kazuha, he’d literally cry inside. you both would sit next to each other in front of the computer screen for hours just designing your characters. and you would have a little cat too. everytime kazuha’s character flirted with yours, he will definitely shoot you one of his romantic haikus. also the first time your characters woohoo’ed, he most likely would have teased you and said “its unfair that only they get to woohoo you know.” anyway i think playing wholesome games with kazuha is 10 bells out of 10 bells.

xiao

now this one is kinda scary. i think its pretty obvious that xiao plays shooter games honestly. or anything that has to do with fighting. it wasn’t unusual to hear him literally SCREAM randomly throughout the day because of a game. if you ever play shooter games with this aggressive boy, please proceed with caution. i honestly feel like he would be so caught up in the heat of the moment he’d actually forget he was playing with you. so if he ends up getting angry, please bare with him- he honestly doesn’t mean to call you bad, or useless, or trash… I SWEAR. xiao will immediately regret his words and he’d feel so bad. especially after he notices how your mood just instantly dies. he’d feel so bad, even after he apologised and you forgave him, he can’t accept the fact that he just called you- the love of his life something so vulgar. and since he’s so awkward and bad with people he’d literally feel like crying on the spot. he wouldn’t know what to do to make it up to you. the next few days, xiao was so cautious around you- even if you didn’t think much about the incident anymore. in the end even xiao was unable to stay away from you for too long, and he’d ask you to watch him play games instead- which you happily agreed to. he loves it when you straddle him while he sits in his chair while gaming though he’d never admit it. but whenever you felt him get tense, all you had to do was give him a kiss and you just knew he’d calm down. you literally work magic on him. also occasionally you’d hear some idiots in his party talking shit about him, you wouldn’t think twice before speaking into the microphone and start standing up for him, and your grip around his waist would definitely tighten a lot more. “if i ever hear you talking shit about MY boyfriend one more time, i will literally come in game and beat the absolute fuck out of you.” yassss girlboss! xiao’s heart would explode and his face would be beat red, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. also he thinks your so sexy standing up for him like that, please don’t tease him about it. i rate him a “please dont scold me im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU SUCKKKKKK”

venti

oh my god, horror games. he hates them but he can’t stop. playing phasmophobia with him would be incredibly fun, but he would make you do all the work literally. he’d be too scared to do anything- and if you ever got caught with the ghost you’d be stupid to think he’d try to save you. he would be the first one out the door and running away. he’s also so loud, your honestly more likely to get jump scared by his screaming than the actual game. other than that i think venti likes to play the sims4 too, except he’s so chaotic about it. he wants to do challenges and he also wants to make like 10 babies with you even if your sims can’t afford them- cries when they are taken away. has all the packs and just enjoys fucking around with everything- also makes bets with you, like whether your baby is going to be a boy or girl, and if you lose you owe him a kiss or he asks you to do something for him. when he plays with you, he needs to be touching your body at all times. he says it makes him feel safe, and warm. so you just let him. venti also wants to play karaoke games with you, he loves your voice so much- whether you can sing or not he loves it. but he will tease you if you cant. he loves duetting with you, to him it’s something very intimate and close to home. he wants to hold your hand and give them a squeeze as an encouragement when you sing with him. and yes you guys probably have played just dance a few times, but venti gets incredibly tired after one round- so please bare with his annoying ass. i think venti is a solid 8 red bulls out of “ive already drank 15”

guys i was supposed to include aether but his part disappeared and i- </3 i’ll have to rewrite and upload it in a second part!! heh sorry for being gone for so long, anyway i have my presentations tomorrow, a test on thursday and another presentation on friday ;-; wish me luck! ill be back writing in a few days while i suffer rn sghshshsh

also @truegaypotat my love here is some xiao content <3

[dorimena]

𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕮𝖆𝖐𝖊

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.4k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, lingerie, sex toy (vibrating butt plug), implied edging, implied overstimulation, pegging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, dom!reader, sub!reader

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; garterbelt, dry orgasms, didn’t know lima bean respect day existed, if you haven't realized i refer to reader's dick as cock whether flesh or silicone, implied aftercare, aged up character, Bakugou is in his 20s

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; late gift for the birthday boy who i haven’t written anything about until now. It was supposed to come out as a small fic, but University kept getting in the way and I’ve fallen behind with some pendant writings. Guess this is my first headcanon thing. Not proofread!

April 20th could mean anything for a lot of people:

In the US, it’s National Pineapple Upside Down Cake Day.

Also in the US, it’s National Lima Bean Respect Day.

Internationally, for the weed lovers, it’s 420 Day.

But April 20th simply means it’s your boyfriend’s birthday.

Bakugou had been hinting about wanting a small surprise for a while, whether big or small

And by hinting, I mean downright telling you every breakfast, lunch and dinner spent possible throughout March that he wants something from you, but doesn’t want to know what

If you were Mina, you would’ve thrown a party at some lowkey club and hired one of the best DJs in the city, if not the country

If you were Kirishima, you would’ve taken him hiking to a new mountain someplace else in Japan + a weekend glamping getaway

If you were Sero, you would’ve gone to do something relaxing, maybe a spa? Aerial yoga? Definitely not to just see his ass in some yoga pants

If you were Kaminari-

Well, that’s actually an interesting thought… What would you have done if you were Kaminari?

Bakugou wearing a black, see-through thong, the most sensual looking lace garterbelt you could find in his size and a pretty black bow sitting on his ass is what you managed to come up with

Sure. At first he was ready to fight, but then he remembered who you were so obedient baby boy mode was activated without any more fuss. That, and his fucking fantasies.

He’s also been fantasizing for the past few weeks leading up to his birthday about how you’d probably ride him. Maybe fuck him? He doesn’t care, just wants to be babied and loved and fucked good until he passes out to wake up a week later.

Maybe not, he still has work to do

Another reason he put up with this is because, y’know, you tend to be nicer on special days so-

Bakugou wearing a garterbelt makes you feel so many levels of horny in a span of 30 seconds once you see it on him. It accentuates his already envious waist line even more. God, you can’t wait to see him bent over and ass up.

So you tell him gently to do so from where you’re sitting, and he does it so prettily.

Reminds you of a graceful cat, the way he turns around on the bed, chest already down onto the bed sheets as he pulls his torso as close to his knees as possible. Juicy ass is as high as it could be and wow, the thong doesn’t do a good work at hiding the glimmer of the diamond butt plug.

Pity it didn’t come in any other color than white, but it came with the lingerie.

You didn’t even warn him when you turn the butt plug on.

The promised low setting already sounding pretty loud, his small huffs indicating it’s not as overwhelming yet.

Good.

But by now, you’ve left it on for a good while, watching as he tries not to lose his balance or shuffle too much to ‘lose the appeal’.

He’s cursing at you in airy moans, vermillion eyes glaring at you. Why are you teasing him? You’re meant to be nice.

It’s his fucking birthday

You’d punish him for his impatience, but you already punished him the day before.

You don’t want him not being fucked in the ass so you turn the vibrator up to the last setting, smiling sweetly as he curses even louder

This is still punishing but nice, right?

He seems to agree

His arms are restless, moving from staying beside him to moving above his head to grip at the sheets.

His hands also go to grab his ass and pull the cheeks apart to show you how he’s clenching desperately around the toy, whining about how he needs you right now, to stop fucking around and get your big ass cock in him or else-

But that “or else” doesn’t really get finished, not with you startling him with your speed and sight of the ribbons.

His arms are tied now, forcing him to keep spreading his ass, to keep showing himself off.

This has him burying his face into the bed, hiding how red he’s gotten from embarrassment.

You don’t allow that, so you press your hand onto the plug to push it in deeper.

He yells out your name, body jolting as the toy relentlessly messes with his prostate while your other hand curiously goes to touch the front.

The thong is absolutely soaked and sticky, and when you move your fingers against the fabric to feel just how sticky it is, Bakugou tries humping them, well, really just trying to rub his dick against your fingers because wow the stimulation of the fabric is n i c e.

But you’re not having it just yet, you wanna appreciate his perfect posture a bit more.

Reminder: the butt plug is already at its highest setting.

So the next best thing you can do is smack his ass because your baby loves that, loves how you leave compliments and praise for how it jiggles and gets a pretty red. He does it for you, after all, makes sure it’s always at its best presentation.

But he’ll never tell you shit because then you’ll tease him and embarrass him in front of his friends.

So a few slaps in, being careful with his hands, all followed by cooing at how it moves, how it blushes, how it’s now matching his face and probably dick too, has him trying to fuck back into the vibrator, but he’s humping absolutely nothing and growing more and more desperate and horny.

You back away from the bed, going for your camera to take another pic for your growing collection.

On the bed lies Bakugou Katsuki, all tied up, lingerie getting sticky with precum, the laciest garterbelt you’ve ever seen decorating his waist while he’s panting heavily, ass in the air, face completely red and wet, whether it be his sweat or tears.

He’s holding his ass apart to show you the vibrating diamond butt plug that’s been stuck in the highest setting, buzzing away as he’s whimpering your name, hiccuping “mommy, mommy, mommy” as he pleads for mercy, wiggling his ass as he tries luring you back to his body.

“M-mommy! Hnnnm tuh-touch me! Plea-ease? Please~”

Hey, aren’t you supposed to be nice? Eh...

He can’t come alone from the vibrating butt plug, never has been able to before, and if his rocking hips don’t indicate how much he wants to either fuck the bed or have your hand on it, you just ignore it.

Let’s see if tonight he’ll be able to cum hands-free for once. And make sure he cries more and more everytime he gets to cum from your cock and only because of your cock.

Basically that’s your birthday gift. Fuck him good until he either forgets his name, he's a babbling, crying mess, he's completely milked, or all of the above.

After hours of being edged by the toy he finally came, but in thin, small amounts, so you had to fuck out a few more rounds and cum out of him before he passed out.

In all honesty, he begged you to fuck him until he passed out. He had been fantasizing about it, after all.

After you both had your final orgasm of the night, rather early morning, he’s in tears, body trembling through the last tremors of his 2nd dry orgasm out of what? 7 orgasms? The copious amount of cum he’s managed to get milked out of him drying everywhere on his body, drool wetting the bed sheets even more than they were, room smelling like caramel, asshole fluttering around nothing and dick twitching as if wanting more.

Bakugou’s speaking gibberish at this point, the only coherent words leaving his dumb mouth being “mommy”, “more” or your name as he slowly succumbs to his exhaustion.

You give him your premium grade A aftercare during the little time he remained conscious and took care of everything else as he slept.

Next day, you cook breakfast, even if he grumbled about the taste or appearance.

He’s a good boy, he’s not gonna yell at you or be ungrateful with anything and everything you do, considering you put up with his anger. I mean, he gives his opinions, insights, inquiries through loving shouts of disapproval and approval.

All in all, he liked his birthday, but told you he kind of expected you to throw a party and had mentally prepared himself

Goddamn it. Guess next year you’ll call Mina for some help

[lemonhobgoblin]

Softer than the Summer Night

Mothman X (gender neutral) Reader

Length: 2k

Genre: Slight NSFW & Fluff

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"Stay don't move please," you wearily voiced into the dark.

When you spoke it worsened the strain you were feeling, your face contorted in discomfort. Even the thought of being moved was enough to get you squirming and whining. On your aching knees, hunched over, knuckles turning lighter in color, and eyes fixed ahead.

The sounds of the city outside your home were overshadowed by your ragged breath. All you could hear was breath and beating heart. You couldn't endure this any longer. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever. You desperately wanted to move and finish what you started, and backing out now was far from being a feasible option.

"Fuck." Feeling a slight slip up on the other end. You physically couldn't take much more of this.

Your grip on the material you had bunched in your hands was loosening, and your reign on things was beginning to drastically falter.

"O fuck me" you breathed out frustrated, resting your head against a wooden frame. You could feel yourself getting tuckered out from this ordeal, feeling yourself becoming flushed with a light layer of sweat coating your skin. This was a good time as any now and fully let go. Knees and thighs sore from holding your still form, you began to move, releasing yourself of this hold.

"Ahhhh," you moaned out, watching in disbelief as the blanket slipped off the chair. Frustrated you threw yourself back onto the cool floor. You wasted your time doing that for nothing.

Heated at how the fabric refused to stay in place no matter how much you adjusted it. You flopped onto the hard floor to cool down. The cool ground felt refreshing on your steamy body. You didn't even want to look at it at the fort at the moment. Knowing you would just give up if you tried again immediately. You decided to rest your eyes and give yourself some time to collect yourself. Giving yourself some time before getting back to work on it.

Why wouldn’t it stay when you wanted it to stay.

Perhaps you should've just waited for your partner to bring you the supplies and figure out what to do from there. Of course, you being you, you got a little impatient eager.

It wasn’t a minute till you felt a presence hovering over you- watching.

Cracking open your eyes, you saw standing over you was a large humanoid moth-like creature looking down upon your disheveled form. Holding a batch of items in his arms, curiously staring at you. Tilting his head, confused as to why you were on the floor and.. sweaty?

"Hey, you grabbed the stuff I asked for?" You asked. Not wanting to get into the details as to why you were down on the ground defeated.

He nodded.

"Cool, well just give me a minute more. I'm almost done here. I still need to fix some things." Launching yourself back into a sitting position, getting back to work on keeping the blanket in place, only for it to slip off the wooden dining chair again.

Groaning over the fact that you were making a fool of yourself- especially in front of Mothman. He shouldn’t have to see in all your shame. Meantime, Mothman was just standing there completely unaware of what's going on still, but content to be part of it.

Internally wallowing to yourself, unsure whether you should continue or throw yourself into your half-done structure and call it a night.

Then it hit you.

Recalling that you asked for Mothman to bring duct tape. Looking back, scanning through the items within his arms. You successfully spotted the tape that was cradled within his right arm.

"Can you pass me that duct tape in your arms?" you pointed.

"No, not that"

"it's right there. That's not it."

Redirecting him and pointing out what you wanted, only to end up playing a guessing game. Sifting through each item, and saying no to everything he held out. How he was able to get the supplies you asked for? You'll never know.

After the first ten items, Mothman dropped all the material onto the floor with a thud. Thinking it would be easier to get what you wanted. Unsurprised, you stared at the pile straight lip. “No problem that is just as effective."

Crawling to the pile in the middle living room of your home, to grab the roll of tape.

What started as a calm night alone, became a little date night-with Mothman coming over uninvited. This wasn't uncommon he did this quite often, but you never turned him down always glad to welcome him in. That and also the fact you didn't want a seven-foot monster outside your window scratching at your window like a stray cat begging to be let in and draw attention to himself.

Bringing you up to speed now, putting together a fort. Clearly, rusty, it's been some time since you made a blanket fort. It wasn't your fault, you were always busy to do anything like this. Even if you did have the time, it just never occurred to you to do so after a long day of work. Usually, the closest thing to this, is you grabbing a throw blanket and pillow onto the floor with maybe some plushies and calling it a day.

But with Mothman in the picture, you had to get creative with things to do at home. Meaning you coming up with indoor activities and not go out in public at all. So no causal stroll by the park, or popping into a nice establishment and chat. As amusing it would be going out, you couldn’t do that for Mothman’s safety and especially those around. Leaving you both to see each other deep in the wilderness at night, in the abandoned TNT facility where the Cryptid resided and here in your home.

And you both managed to keep each other occupied- getting into ridiculous shenanigans. There wasn’t a day you were bored of one another’s company, even when you both had nothing to do. It was always a good time. And today was any different.

Tapping down the blanket against stile of the chair and now the moment of truth. Removing your hands and...

It didn’t move. It stayed.

“Finally!” throwing your arms up in triumph. Behind you, Mothman watched your mini victory pose. Unsure what you were doing with your arms in the air he mimicked your gesture.

“Alright, just a few more things.” Walking back to the heap on the ground, pushing and gathering all of it into the fort to do some final touch-ups. Leaving Mothman to awkwardly put his arms down as you disappeared inside.

Decorating and organizing the interior of the fort, striving to make it as pleasant and comfy as possible. Knowing that Mothman probably hasn't experienced this before. You wanted this to be perfect. Well as perfect as you could, given that you already used tape.

Amid you’re scrambling, a curious and impatient Mothman wanted a quick glimpse, to get a clue to what you were doing. He figured it was shelter, but why make another within your home.

As quiet as he could, he tried to lower himself onto all fours - to sneakily get a peek inside. Unfortunately, due to his large stature mixed with the old floorboard, you were alerted of him snooping by the sound of squeaky floorboards.

“Not yet." You said, popping, catching him off guard, in the act.

Surprised he just looked down, pretending he was looking at something interesting. Squinting your eyes, you went back inside.

Once you were back inside, he was back to his antics, and once more you heard his attempt. "Not yet" you reminded, poking out once more before going back in.

Of course, that didn't stop. He tried his hand again and you knew him too well, you were quick to scold him from inside without having to peer out.

Startled, his antennas and the fur on his body puffed out. How do you see him? Looking around to see if you were behind him or somewhere else in the room. Are you still in there? A valid reason for him to look inside now, he chirped eagerly. “Nice, try. I’m still in here and you can’t come in yet,” you announced.

Defeated, he deflated and resigned himself to sitting on the floor picking at the rug. Fortunately, he didn't have too long.

"Okay, you can come in" you called out.

You were content with the work you did both inside and out; well mostly inside. A couple of plush blankets laid on the ground with pillows lined against the walls of the interior and little something extra strung around. But there was still a good amount of space, that even Mothman could probably fit inside. Reaching for the electric lantern, to illuminate the area. You heard shuffling behind you- figuring it was the Cryptid making himself comfortable.

Lantern in hand you turned right around, the light flicking on, and was greeted with misjudgment.

Guess not you thought.

Seated smack dab in the middle, Mothman had unceremoniously become a support beam for the structure. His head pitching up the sinking portion of the blanket up. Clearly, this wasn’t large enough.

"I thought this would be big enough." You huffed to yourself.

You felt positive this was big enough, thinking to yourself - trying to see how you could fix this. Whereas Mothman just did his own thing and took matters into his own hands.

"Maybe if you-“You trailed off, watching him crawl further inside before rolling onto his back, laying his head against a pillow you set near the walls of the fort - stretching his legs across the entire interior and his feet simply hanging out from the entrance. “Or that. That's fine too."

Inching closer to him, you noted his pleasant demeanor, his chest rising steadily as he breathed in deeply, his fur ruffling up and flattening back as he exhaled. His limbs going completely slack, his muscles loosened. He was completely at ease.

“Comfy?” you teased.

He chirped in response.

"Well, I'm about to up the ante," you crawled over across his torso, reaching for a switch just near him.

"1,2,3" with a click, the interior light up with a soft warm golden glow of fairy lights strewn about all over. Though it may be cheap lighting, its beautifully sparkling bulbs filled the area with a warm, cozy atmosphere as well giving you a sense of awe just as it did for Mothman.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

Sitting up with wide eyes, Mothman gazed on with the utmost sense of wonder, transfixed on the lights and nothing else. As if he was in a world of his own. This wasn’t anything new, honestly, this was one of the first things you noticed when you first met him. And you’ve seen his habit time and time again. But you could never grow tired of it. It was quite adorable.

"I’m assuming so.” You chuckled.

Your laugh snaked its way into his enraptured mind, knocking him out of his trance. He stared at you, nearly forgetting you were there. As luminous and beautiful as the light was, there was something missing.

It didn't take long for you to catch Mothman's sudden change in behavior-still as statue and eyes locked on you.

"Mothman?"

Without giving you a chance to ask, he moved toward you, lifting you from your spot like some common house cat with ease; body slack and no resistance. He placed you right in his lap, before laying back with you laying on top of him-your back against his chest.

This was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You shifted into a more comfortable position, Flipping over onto your stomach, propping your head up with one hand while the other lightly stroke at his chest- you peered down at him. "Better?"

Mothman sunk further in his spot, completely in bliss, and if that wasn't proof enough Mothman purred even louder in pure content. Now it was perfect. Wrapping his arms around you, hugging you closer to him-making you rest your head on him. You smiled, digging your head further into his plush chest.

He finally realized what you made, it was a nest for the both of you. Thats why you were so eager to make this. He couldn't wait to put this fort to good use. But seeing how hard you work on this, he could only guess how tired you were after put this together. So he'll let you rest.

The strong vibration from his purring perforated through your body. Whatever tension or stress you had melted away. It was enough to slowly lull into a nice slumber.

Well there go your movie plans in here. But that was okay because this was better.

Together you both laid there in silence. The beat of his heart keeping in rhythm with yours along with the ambiance of the city outside your home. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with you. Sheltered under a flimsy but cushiony fort. You eventually succumbing to sleep while Mothman stayed up to keep watch - enjoying whatever time he had left with you till heading out before dawn. Until the next night, when you could see each other again. So for now, you both held each other in each other's arms on this soft summer night.

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A/N: Thanks for Reading!! <3

[clumsy-jiminie]

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As the next few days passed on, everything returned back to normal. You had the rest of that Saturday and Sunday to recover before getting right back to the grind on Monday. You swore to yourself it was some kind of fever dream — that someone had spiked your drink at that party and you were on a hallucinogenic high. But every time you’re on the edge of truly believing yourself, you catch a glimpse in the mirror of that unsightly scar. How it traveled across your midsection right beneath your belly button, how the texture was different to the touch, and how the skin was raised slightly. Though it happened a little more than two days ago, it looked like it’s been healed over for months. At this rate, you assumed within a couple of weeks it would be gone with only a slight discoloration remaining in its place.

You wondered if it was a result of that thing. Wait, no, that demon. You should at least have the respect to call Ignatius what he was, considering he went out of his way to save you twice. Though your interaction with him was relatively short, you couldn’t help letting him creep into your mind. He left you with too many questions. Would he come back? Why did he save you out of all people?

Whenever you thought of him, your fingers would absentmindedly find themselves twiddling with the necklace he gave you. You never put it on — you didn’t dare to. It wasn’t that it was ugly or anything. You didn’t feel comfortable wearing such a noticeable reminder of what happened. The scar you could cover with clothing — out of sight, out of mind. But the necklace couldn’t be hidden unless you were going to bust out your hoodies and turtle necks in the middle of summer. Even though you didn’t wear it, you almost always kept it on your person. Whether it was tucked away in your purse or in your pocket. It gave you a sense of security that you had lost.

You decided to take his advice for a self-defense class. You felt like you had to anyway; living in NYC could be dangerous — with so many people around, you could never really know someone’s true intention. Your parents suggested you take one as soon as you moved out there, but life got in the way and you ended up forgetting. It was definitely a pretty penny for some classes, but hopefully, it would be worth it if your livelihood was on the line.

After the first class, you were completely drenched in sweat. You were never an athletic type, and in fact, gym was your least favorite subject in school. You probably worked out truly once a week, following some Beach Body tape your mom gave you. You assumed it was enough considering you had to climb four flights of stairs to get to your apartment. But this class showed that it wasn’t even close to enough. It royally kicked your ass. You weren’t even sure if you really retained anything either. You dragged yourself home, muscles screaming at you for putting them through such horrendous torture. You walked the same path you took every day. It was convenient that the class was right in between your job and home. Just another tiny pro amongst the list of cons.

You took a turn down an alleyway. It was a usual shortcut for you, easily chopping your walk in half. It was covered in shadows from being in between two large buildings, and there was the occasional rat that scurried along the way in hopes of avoiding the stray cat that ruled this domain. The rodents and pungent smell of trash would’ve made anyone stray away, but not you. Anything to cut down an extra ten minutes of travel time. Plus, nothing bad happened any other time you went down this path. Why would that suddenly change?

As you walked, you heard a small meow coming from your left. You stopped for a moment, turning to the side to be greeted by a gray, fluffy cat. A small smile pressed to your lips, reaching your hand out to scratch the top of its head. “Hi, Louie.” You said as the cat purred from your affection. You’ve traveled down this way enough to grow well acquainted with the feline. After a few well-deserved pets, the cat scurried away, leaving you to continue your walk home.

You managed to take a few steps forward before something grabbed your hair. It pulled you down swiftly, causing your back to hit the ground with a thud. The air was knocked out of your lungs as a man stood over you. The shadows engulfed him as well, barely providing you with a silhouette of him. As you tried to get up, he quickly placed his hand on your face. He held your jaw with a tight grip, forcing your body down while he sat on your legs. He leaned in close, his face inches from yours as his grip on your cheeks tightened.

“Hm,” he hummed with a cock of an eyebrow. “I didn’t expect a descendant of Maria to be so cute.”

Your brows furrowed for a moment while he pulled out a small knife. His lips twisted into a sadistic grin, causing a feeling of deja vu to hit when his teeth sparkled in the dark setting. You squirmed underneath, desperate to get out of his grasp, but it only constricted in response. The insides of your cheek were being pressed so hard against your teeth it made the lower half of your face ache.

“Uh, uh, uh.” He waved the knife from side to side. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make this fast.”

The blade lifted up the baggy material of your t-shirt, exposing your skin until he saw your scar. His grin suddenly grew wider as his eyes twinkled with delight.

“Well would you look at that, you have a little guideline.”

You felt the pressure from the tip of the blade digging into your skin. Unfortunately, the feeling was all too familiar. You let out a loud groan as he slowly reopened your wound. The pain sent shockwaves through your system. He laughed at your muffled whimpers and screams as he watched the crimson liquid leak from you. It was a beautiful sight for him, only glancing away from it when he felt your nails digging into his skin. He looked at one of your hands desperately wrapped around his forearm, hissing softly from the minor pain. He repositioned his hand so his palm covered your face. He lifted your head up before slamming it back down into the concrete. Your skull throbbed as your hand fell from his arm.

“Tsk,” he said. “I thought you would have a little more fight than that.”

He resumed his actions from before, pulling the knife out briefly to marvel at the blood coating it. He brought the blade to his mouth, where his tongue glided against the substance. He let a moan slip from his lips, the sweet taste dancing on his tongue. He needed more. He looked down at your fresh wound, reaching his fingertips out to get more of it.

Then, you suddenly felt the pressure of his body against your own disappear, along with his hand being removed from your face. Your eyes slowly opened to see Ignatius standing by your feet, holding the man in the air by his throat. You let out a small breath of relief. As you scratched the assailant, your other hand had a tight grip on the necklace. All it took was a slight brush by your cut for it to be activated. You thought it would make him appear quicker though; each second passing by like an hour as you waited for his arrival.

You pressed your hands to your stomach, quickly applying pressure to the wound. The man choked for air, gripping onto Ignatius’ arm with the tightest of holds. White wings suddenly sprouted from his back, tearing the fabric of his jacket into shreds. You watched as he tried to flee, flapping his wings desperately to get some sort of air. This seemed to only annoy Ignatius more.

He slammed the angel against the brick wall, cracks appearing on the hard surface. Ignatius continued to squeeze the man’s neck until you heard a subtle crack. The man’s whole body grew limp — his wings drooped down to mimic the arms hanging by his side. Then, in seconds, he was engulfed by an orange flame. Ignatius tossed him to the side with ease, his body hitting a nearby dumpster and landing on some bags of trash. You expected the flames to spread to the new objects, but they never did. They stuck to the man like glue. You tried to push yourself to sit up but instantly felt a fiery gaze on you.

“Stay.”

The one word made you freeze. His eyes burned into your soul as you obeyed his command. You didn’t want to risk turning into a ball of fire, after all. He knelt down next to you, and the familiar blue flame surrounded his hand. He pushed your hand away before replacing it with his own. Though he was quiet, his aura was screaming at you. Questions floated around his head as he stared at your injured body.

“Why aren’t you wearing the necklace?” His soft voice broke the silence that took over. You could tell he was annoyed, angry even, but the feeling of concern was at the forefront of his emotions.

You didn’t have an answer for him. Your reasoning was personal, and you had the feeling he would find it stupid.

“I told you to wear it.” He continued, brows furrowed as he stared at the flame emitting from his palm. He ended up applying a bit more pressure to your wound, causing your nose to scrunch up as you winced. His one job was to keep you safe and make sure you lived long enough to have a child. He needed you to do your part, or it would be trouble for the both of you.

“If I had, the cut would’ve been bigger.” You said as you looked at him. “You got here so soon because the necklace was in my hand, and not around my neck.”

Silence fell over you two once again. You saw his jaw clench a bit, noticing how nicely the bone protruded against his skin. His lips pursed and your eyes darted away in fear you might be caught staring.

“Did you not learn how to fight?”

Your brows furrowed as you quickly propped yourself up onto your elbows. You ignored the pain from your midsection as you whipped your head back in his direction, his gaze finally meeting yours. “It’s been like three days, Ignatius. Cut me some slack!” Did he expect you to become a black belt in such a short amount of time?

“I don’t think you understand the severity of this.” His eyes narrowed at you as he removed his hand from your body.

“Well of course I don’t!” You argued as you felt his arms slide under your knees and wrap around your waist. He stood up, holding you bridal style, before continuing to walk down the alley. “You told me some people are trying to get me then fucking disappeared!”

A short growl left his throat as a warning. Your breath hitched in your chest while a pout formed on your lips. You decided to let him win this round. He carried you in the shadows until he got to your side of the apartment building. Then he flew up, landing on the same fire escape from before. He carried you into your room before gently placing you down on the bed. You stared up at him, causing Ignatius to give you a questioning look.

“You’re not leaving until you tell me everything that’s going on.”

He let out a small sigh, running his hands through his midnight hair before sitting at the end of your bed. He faced you as his long legs rested beside yours. With his hands clasped together, he placed them in his lap as he looked at you.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Well, for starters, it might be nice to know why I’m being hunted.”

“Because of your blood.” Your brows furrowed, silently urging him to continue. But his eyes just glanced down at the throw blanket on your bed, feeling the soft fabric between his large fingers.

“That’s all I really know,” he admitted. Your face softened as you watched him messing around with your blanket. There was a hint of shame in his tone. “Angels are some kind of vile creatures. They’ve been killing humans and demons for years now, and none of us can figure out why.”

Your brows furrowed again. This was so different compared to what you were taught growing up. Angels were supposed to be the good guys, the ones who protect people..., and demons were supposed to be evil. Demons were supposed to be the ones humans needed to stay away from.

“That guy… Well, that angel, he said something about being a descendant of…, Miranda?” Your eyes trailed up his muscular arm until you saw his face.

“You mean Maria.” He let out another sigh as his eyes met yours. “She was the first cambion.” Your head tilted to the side slightly. “The first half-human, half-demon. We learn a lot about her in history class.”

“You guys have school down there?!”

A smile cracked onto his lips, followed by a light chuckle. “Yeah, how else are we supposed to learn?”

You stared at him with wide eyes before averting your gaze. It would be too embarrassing to admit that you thought hell was a burning pit of endless fire with everything down there suffering.

“So, what does being a descendant of Maria have to do with you?”

“The demon that was Maria’s father happened to be the most powerful amongst us. After angels killed her mother, he swore to her that any human, or cambion, that has her blood will be protected. Hence why I’m here.”

You stared at him, slowly processing the information that you were given. Demons, angels, hell, and heaven were now all very real things. And you had blood from a cambion from however long ago. Blood that could summon demons from the depths of hell. He made all of this seem like it was so..., normal.

“Why weren’t you told any of this?” He asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure why this major piece of information was skipped when you were growing up either. You simply shrugged your shoulders, not having a proper answer.

His brows furrowed for a moment. “Do you have a picture of your parents by any chance?” You nodded. “Can I see them?”

“Why?” You asked as you slowly reached for your phone. “What do they have to do with any of this?” You found a picture of your parents from your last family vacation. You turned your phone towards him.

His eyes squinted as he stared at the other two humans that were beside you. It was a cute picture of you guys on some sort of cruise ship. As soon as he saw your parents, he instantly knew why you were left in the dark. He inhaled deeply. “…Neither of these people are descendants of Maria. Explains why you didn’t know any of this.”

You looked at the picture now, glancing at your parent's smiling faces. How could you have this special blood, but not them? Could it have skipped a generation or two? He stood up from your bed, leaning back until a satisfying crack emitted from his spine. His wings shook a little before resting in a closed position.

“You got any tea?” He asked, glancing back at you.

You didn’t provide him with an answer. You were so engulfed in your phone with questions running wild in your mind. You didn’t even hear the door opening followed by his footsteps leaving the room. It was until you heard the familiar scream of your roommate that you remembered you didn’t live alone. You sprung up from your bed. The thudding from your heart made the pain in your abdomen obsolete as anxiety took over.

Upon leaving your room, hand over your cut in an attempt to push the pain away, you were greeted with your roommate screaming in the kitchen and Ignatius just staring at her. He was completely frozen. He didn’t recognize her as a threat, and was it normal for humans to just scream at demons whenever they encountered one? You walked past him, hand outstretched to grab your roommate's shoulder.

“What the fuck is that, Y/N?!” Her eyes darted between you, and the demon behind you.

“It’s just a guy! Uh, he wanted some help with an elaborate cosplay costume!” That story should definitely work. Plus in New York, you’ve seen more eccentric people than him. Ignatius’ brows furrowed as he tilted his head to the side a little.

She looked at you, her body finally relaxing from your touch. “So you’re into guys who cosplay now? I know you’ve been struggling to find a man but fuck.” She walked away from you to continue her path to the kitchen. “Your taste is just gonna go downhill from here, huh?”

Your upper lip twitched from her words. You two were never close. You barely would call her your friend. You just needed someone to help pay the rent for this two-bedroom apartment, and she seemed like the least crazy candidate. You inhaled deeply, hoping the air would push away the feelings of rage. You stifled out a small chuckle, “Thanks, Ashley.” You mumbled as you walked back towards Ignatius. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back into your room. Once you closed the door, you glared at him.

“You can’t just go walking around looking like that!” Your voice was a mix between a whisper and a yell.

His brows lowered for a moment while his tongue gently poked the inside of his cheek for a second. You watched as he straightened his back, then you heard a chorus of ruptures as his wings retreated into his body. Your jaw dropped slightly in awe as he manipulated his shape in front of you. His once large horns shrunk down until they were barely visible underneath his hair. He was suddenly very human, and surprisingly very attractive.

“Are you happy now?”

You nodded slowly as your eyes trailed down his frame before meeting his gaze again. “Alright, step one of humanization done. Do you have, like, a normal name? No offense to the one you have! I just, it sounds so—”

“I do,” he said quickly, not wanting you to finish your sentence and possibly embarrass yourself. “Ignatius is my middle name. You just never asked for my first name.”

“What do you want me to call you then?”

His brow quirked a little as he leaned down so his face was directly in front of yours. Your heart started to race again, unsure why there was a sudden wave of nervousness washing over you. His eyes left yours to look down for just a second. His aura made you feel so small.

“Call me Namjoon.”

You inhaled sharply. His voice had a positive effect on you, making a warmth spread over your skin. It was weird, but you enjoyed it a little. Still, you didn’t want to bask in it any longer, causing you to quickly walk over to your dresser.

“Well, Namjoon, I’m hungry. Are you hungry? Do demons eat? What are you in the mood for?” You were rambling now, fingers trembling as you pushed through various shirts in your drawer. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly. You were so cute when you were flustered.

Even though you were a couple of steps away from him, you could still feel his overwhelming presence hovering over you. It wrapped you in a tight embrace, making you feel… too many things at once. You grabbed one of your pajama shirts — a white t-shirt. Sometimes, on extra hot nights, you would sleep in men's t-shirts just because they were extra comfy. You liked pajamas that swallowed you whole, and you assumed this would be big enough to fit him. You tossed the shirt towards him, which he caught with ease.

“I’m gonna order us some food. You like pizza? Pizza it is then.” You didn’t give him a chance to answer in fear of his voice pushing another wave of warmth into you. You caught a glimpse of him pulling the shirt over his head, causing the heat in your body to rise. You shut your eyes tightly for a second before exiting your room and sitting down on the couch.

You both sat in blissful silence, minus the occasional hum from Namjoon as he ate the pizza. He was really enjoying it, almost enough to prompt you to ask if he had pizza where he was from. But you kept all questions and comments to yourself. You couldn’t bring yourself to keep eye contact with the man for more than a second. Guys normally didn’t make you this nervous, but maybe it was the way the shirt you gave him clung to his body. You swam in that shirt, and to see it hugging his biceps and chest so tightly… Thankfully, he left right after he finished the pizza, or else your mind would’ve started to wonder.

[takamikeiigos]

• though keigo tends to be loud, seemingly carefree, and outgoing, he's convinced himself that hero work is his #1 priority and he has zero time to be getting all up in a tizzy about feelings

• this man probably doesn't even know what a long, meaningful hug feels like. but what does it matter because he's a hero, he doesn't have time to be mulling over that kinda stuff

• now don't get me wrong, keigo has all of the basic human wants and needs for love, affection, companionship, etc. but has managed to tuck those thoughts away deep in the back of his mind

• so he spends his free time alone watching movies by himself while eating takeout, or finding somewhere high on the skyline to perch upon while the breeze caresses him and gives him comfort while he's deep in his thoughts

• when it comes to his avian characteristics and needs, he knows many people don't understand so he tends to them himself

• long tiresome processes of preening his own wings, often getting aggravated when he can't reach a spot or can't get certain feathers to lay flat

• or when it's that time of the season and he continuously chooses to go through his ruts alone because he hasn't allowed himself time to slow down and properly take care of it, because he grew up too fast and exploring his own wants and needs was never an option

• let's talk about keigo nesting during a rut bc of pure instinct but suddenly coming to the harsh reality that he has no one to share it with

• ouch

• imagine the first time he meets you

• you think he's probably the most loud and obnoxious motherfucker you've ever met but he grows on you over time

• its only after spending a bit of time by his side that you realize little things about him that kinda break your heart

• he smiles and jokes around a lot, but when you catch him deep in thought or slipping you notice the vacant stares that make him seem far, far away

• or the fact that he doesn't touch people unless they prompt first, whether it's a high five or a pat on the shoulder, but his hands mostly remain in his pockets or by his sides otherwise

• so it breaks your heart even more when you go to give him a quick hug before checking out for the day and he completely tenses up, clearly not sure how to react

• it occupies most of your thoughts that night, before it finally dawns on you that keigo didn't reciprocate because he didn't know how to (not literally, of course)

• from then on you touch him more often - like gently putting your hand on his shoulder when you're reaching over him, or placing your hand on the small of his back when moving around him

• over-all you're in his space more, always standing a few inches closer so your shoulders touch or your hands brush

• but let's talk about that one time you both go on a mission together and keigo gets knocked around a lil bit

• you're finally able to catch up to him and the idiot is standing there covered in bruises, feathers missing and his hero outfit almost torn to shreds, and he has the audacity to smile at you like he didn't just get knocked into next week

• he tenses again when you run up to him and pull him into a frantic hug, worry ebbing from your entire being but grateful that he's still standing and alive

• but the exhaustion finally catches up to him and its then that his wall comes crashing down, his arms wrapping around you like he's clinging to you for dear life, and his head is resting on your shoulder, coming free of all those heavy thoughts he's been carrying with him

• things slowly change after that

• months later you two end up together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were lost but finally found, a relief of a perfect fit

• he texts you constantly - whether it's of things that remind him of you, or a picture of a cat he saw while on patrols, or even just to let you know you mean the world to him

• when you’re both together he almost always ends up being the one to initiate physical contact now, staying close in your space and his hand always rest against you

• on nights after a long day of patrolling, he'll come over and you'll put a movie on, cuddling close together on the couch while eating the most unhealthy junk food you could find to take the edge off

• you catch him smiling to himself one of those times, and when you look at him curiously, he shakes his head and laughs quietly

• "'s nothing baby bird, just nice to finally have someone to do this with"

• on another tiresome evening of patrolling, he flies through your bedroom window (you always leave it unlocked and open for him) and perches on your windowsill

• you can instantly tell something is bothering him by the way he's holding himself, his wings twitching and his body tense

• so you beckon him to come sit on your bed with you, thinking maybe a back rub will ease the tension. but when he finally sits down in front of you, the disarray of tangled feathers is the answer to your unasked questions

• you tell him to relax and he does, but when you hesitantly run your fingers against his feathers he nearly jumps out of his skin

• you pull your hand away as if it was burned and when you ask if you accidentally hurt him, he flushes and avoids eye contact

• "no! no, you didn't hurt me. they're just.. sensitive. 'm just not used to people touching them like that. but it.. it feels good"

• so you continue running your fingers through his feathers gently, making sure they're all in place and pulling the loose ones from his wings

• he’s all breathy sighs underneath your hands and you swear you hear him cooing every once in a while and your heart melts at the amount of intimacy and trust

• it turns into a ritual after rough days, and neither of you mind it

《《 NSFW 》》

• so look, i’m not saying keigo is a virgin but we're gonna keep going with this little needy & touch starved trend we got going. to each their own

• keigo loves being touched, but he also loves touching you

• i’m talking always pressing up against you when you’re both alone, face nuzzled in your neck while biting and licking, hands on your hips and squeezing

• clinging to you when you’re about to get out of bed, or sneaking into the shower with you bc he misses your warmth and is craving some skin on skin contact, his head nuzzled into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you from behind

• tbh he’s probably still half asleep as he does this, too. you basically have him completely limp in your arms when you turn to start scrubbing his hair

• i’m getting a little off topic, huh?

• he’s always trying to get your attention, especially when he knows you’re busy

• he’s almost always breathless when things get hot and heavy, nearly falling apart over a make-out session

• but when you finally get him out of his clothes and on the bed where you want him, the experience is one you want to relive forever

• he’s got this wonton facial expression, chest flushed and wings puffed out, lips parted with unspoken pleas as you touch him

• the first time you even touch his dick he nearly loses it, head tossed back and fingers gripping the sheets

• "fuck.. fuck that feels so good dove, please don't stop"

• he’s so sensitive, his skin feels like it might burst into flames because of how worked-up he's getting

• the sight of him falling apart from a simple hand job is a sight to see, something you weren't expecting to get you going but it is

• you stroke him slow, your grip just loose enough where he ends up having to work for it, all the while you're gauging his expressions

• keigo is a talker, loud and completely unashamed of the filth pouring from his lips as he fucks up into your fist, his jaw slack and his brown pinched in pleasure and concentration

• "please baby, right there. god, you feel so fucking good, please don't stop. fuuuuck"

• when you decide to touch his wings out of sheer curiosity, you weren't expecting to his reaction to turn you on as much as it did

• keigo arching off the bed with a broken "f-fuck!", yanking you forward into a harsh kiss as he moans broken please and appraisals into your mouth, whining

• he finally comes in thick spurts over your hand, his hips stuttering as he thrusts upward to milk the final drops of his come, chest heaving and breathy pants falling against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair

• touch starved, needy, and sensitive

don't get me started on my man's going into a rut. whoo, good stuff.

sorry this is so long!! i got very carried away once i got into it.

if anyone wants to request anything, please do?? i would love that, especially since I'm trying to learn more about this beautiful bird-boy. nonetheless i hope y'all enjoyed!!

♡ ky

[astrella-writes]

prompt | anonymous asked: Could I get some general relationship headcanons (with some fluff please!) for Chishiya, Arisu, and Kuina 🥺👉👈 let me know if you need a more specific ask! :)

warnings | written with the intention of female pronouns but can be read as gender neutral, very minor suggestive implications, mentions of alcohol, nicotine and eating habits, might be considered kinda cheesy oops, the use of the pet name ‘bunny’.

word count | 1.4K

author’s note | ‘m loving this request. this is written with the intention of it being pre-borderlands. 

Shuntarō Chishiya 

- Frequenting local cafes for routinely study dates. He helps you with topics that you may struggle on and you buy him the bizarre flavored ‘treat of the week’ as a thank you. He jokes around that you’re probably using him as a test subject, because who would order sweet potato brownies with the premise that they would taste good. Much to his surprise, they actually do.

- Visiting a cat cafe once, but not getting around to completing any work. The image of Chishiya cradling a fluffy kitten close to his chest and holding softened eye contact with it is now your permanent lock screen. He has a matching lock screen of you holding a kitten from under the armpits and touching noses with it.

- Learning new skills together. Chishiya is pretty much down for anything that he considers interesting enough. That’s how you ended up frustratingly trying to follow along to a complex origami cat tutorial at 2 in the morning as Chishiya worked quietly with his earbuds in, listening to a different tutorial. Only once he presented you with a perfect paper flower did you smile for the first time in the past hour, the frustration dissipating. That very flower has claimed its indefinite place on your bedside table, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

- Doing escape rooms together every so often. It baffles you to some degree how he figures things out so easily, but then again, you’ve known how smart your boyfriend was since the day you met so it shouldn’t really come as a surprise. You just can’t help but admire him, and voice these admirations out loud. Your compliments being the only ones which truly affect him.

- Despite how genius your boyfriend is, you remain concerned about the mental toll college might have on him. If he is stressed, he barely gives it away, but you’ve grown to read through his indifference and pick up when something is wrong - even if he’s attempting to hide it for your disburden. You allow him to de-stress in your arms, playing with the tips of his hair and speaking through what has got him so troubled.

- Late night dates that consist of trips to the corner store where you buy your favourite snacks and walk down to the beach together. It’s a relaxing way to wind down after a stressful week filled with work and college. If it’s not too cold that night, you substitute sitting on your usual bench for a stroll along the sand. If he finds a pretty seashell, Chishiya will give it to you wordlessly.

- He buys you a lot of small things that reminds him of you. A cute keychain he found by chance while buying groceries, splurging his money on a random claw machine because he spotted a plushie character from that show you really like, buying your favourite snacks to calm you down before a big exam that you’ve been studying really hard for. It’s the little things that show how much he really loves you.

Ryōhei Arisu

- Offering him a place to stay for a few days if he needs a break from his family, Arisu will pack up his gaming laptop along with him and you two will game with each other side by side. He anticipates the moment you rest your head on his shoulder and once you do, he rests his own head upon yours with a small: “you tired, bunny?”

- Being extremely supporting and non-judgemental on the topic of him getting a job. You search listings almost daily and send any promising ones through to him, leaving an encouraging message afterwards in hopes he gets the right intention. You care for him deeply and don’t want to see his father eventually kicking him out the house for being unemployed and making the situation ten times more difficult for him.

- Helping him get out more and introducing him to places he quickly grows to love. A quaint coffee shop with a grassy roof hidden deep within the cracks that he never would have found if it weren’t for you. It’s become your usual spot for dates, and Arisu enjoys the tranquility of it all.

- Going on trips to the game store together, even though Arisu usually just buys all his games online, and he’s pretty sure you do too. Regardless, it’s an excuse to meet up and hang out for a few hours after, something he’s found has become more enthralling than gaming. 

- Staying up on video call into the late hours of the night as you both battle it out on some mmorpg. You’re confused when you see his idle avatar and look over at your phone screen to find him staring at you in a trance. It catches you off guard at first, but seeing him snap back to reality upon getting caught and getting all flustered left you replaying the scene over in your head for days later.

- Dates to the arcade, because of course. You two definitely hog a specific game with a line of pouting children waiting impatiently to get their chance. Arisu only agrees to move on when you mention a new game you spotted earlier. There is no new game, you just feel bad for the kids. Once he’s caught on, you merely give his lips a quick peck and you’re instantly forgiven.

- Playing in one of those immersive game machines with the curtains on both sides, only for Arisu to stare at you dumbly, leaving you a flustered and confused mess. This usually leads to a one-sided lean in and a small make out, only for an innocent kid to pull back the curtain and run away mortified. Their screams are the highlight of your boyfriend’s day, and you swear he’s holding some mental record of how many kids he traumatize through doing this.

Hikari Kuina

- Working at the same clothing store and having Kuina intervene whenever you’re faced with a rude customer. She might not be all too friendly if they insulted you, and if getting fired is the cost of standing up for you, then so be it. You’d quit alongside her and find some place new to work.

- Helping tend to her sickly mother in hospital, whom you had made speechless upon your first visit. She was delightfully thrilled upon finally being introduced to her daughter’s significant other, Kuina sharing to you afterwards that she hadn’t seen her mother smiling so brightly in a long time. You always present her mother with gifts upon each visit, whether it be flowers or a small cake. She’s become like your own mother, and so you help pay towards hospital bills as well.

- Comforting Kuina if she ever gets upset about her past (especially her relationship with her father) or her mother’s current poor health. You make her feel so valid; it leaves her a sobbing mess in your arms as you comfort her with soothing strokes and affectionate mumbles. Once her wailing has calmed, you offer to make her favourite - hot chocolate topped with cream.

- Constant sleepovers, which include wearing face masks, ordering takeout, watching some sappy romance before switching it over to an action movie and sipping on some cheap beer. The buzz of the alcohol always makes you more daring as you suggest showering together, and you’re never turned down by your equally audacious girlfriend. 

- Helping her overcome her nicotine addiction and being the initial person to suggest chewing on a dummy cigarette whenever she felt the urge to smoke. Her mother couldn’t thank you enough for getting her into this, expressing her hidden fear of having to watch Kuina smoke herself into ill health or worse, a premature grave. 

- In return, she looks out for your own well-being: reaching out to hold your hand before you both cross the street, showing up with lunch the next day at work if she thinks you haven’t been eating as much lately, keeping headache pills in her bag ever since you complained about a migraine that one time, keeping an extra umbrella in the break room just in case it rains later that day and you’ll need one.

- It’s never a dull moment dating Kuina, always planning fun and exciting dates like getting drunk in a private karaoke room only for it to lead to sloppy make outs. The one time she was so insistent on riding the kiddies train at the amusement park, only for the both of you to fall off once you reached the sharp bend in the tracks. It left you both a giggling mess, but the pain afterwards definitely made the whole situation regrettable. 

[buckybarnesdollface]

Throttle

Summary:  Just some shameless Bucky on a motorbike smut. Probably one of my favourite things I've written. Posting it on my birthday because why not. 

Warnings: SHAMELESS SMUT, Bucky on a motorbike, female reader       

           “Tony has a ridiculous amount of cars, does he realize that?” I grumbled as Natasha parked the Range Rover. She chuckled.

           “Don’t tell him that – He’ll give you a lecture about why each and every one of them is special and important to him.”

           I snorted as we made our way through the underground garage at the compound. We had just returned from gathering intel in the city, and as we passed the rows of Aston Martins, Lamborghinis, Ferraris and other ridiculously pricey vehicles I shook my head. My eyes landed on a sleek, black Honda CBR600RR, though, and I stopped.

           “Now this,” I murmured, “I like.” I looked up at Natasha. “Whose bike is this?”

           “That’s Barnes’,” she replied, but before I could get a closer look, she grabbed my wrist and shook her head. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. He won’t let anyone touch that bike – Sometimes I think he cares about it even more than he does Steve.”

           I arched a brow. “Is that so?”

           “Yes. Seriously, he’s really weird about that bike –”

           “We’ll see about that,” I said, and then I was heading to the elevator, Natasha following and spouting warnings at me that I ignored. We found Bucky in the kitchen, looking like he’d just come from the gym as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He looked up as we came in.

           “That’s quite the bike you’ve got down there, Barnes,” I said casually. The corners of his lips quirked up, and his eyes sparkled.

           “You like that, huh?” he murmured, and I nodded, letting my eyes drop so I was looking up at him through my eyelashes.

           “I do,” I admitted, and then a slow smirk spread over my face. “I’ve always been a sucker for a sleek motorbike. There’s nothing better than the feel of all that power between your legs.”

           Behind me, I could hear Natasha cough to cover the fact that she’d just choked on the air she’d inhaled. Bucky’s blue eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He cocked his head to the side, grinning.

           “I’ll tell you what, doll,” he murmured, coming forward until his body had not-so-subtly caged me between him and the island. “How about sometime I show you the bike? If you’re lucky, I might even let you take it for a spin.”

           “I’d love that,” I purred. He smirked, winking before he slipped out of the kitchen. Once he was gone, I turned to Natasha with one eyebrow arched smugly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

           “You are shameless,” she grumbled, but my grin only grew wider.

           So that’s how, a few days later, I ended up in the parking garage with Bucky. He ran his flesh hand fondly over the body of the bike, a grin on his face.

           “She’s a beauty,” I admitted, admiring the shiny black frame. “Can I…?”

           “Go ahead, touch it,” Bucky urged, eyes glittering. I shot him a wry look before running my fingertips delicately over the sleek frame. I circled the bike, examining it, impressed with its pristine shape despite the situations I was sure Bucky’d had it in. I said this aloud, and he grinned. “I take real good care of it,” he admitted. “I’m always buffing out scratches and keeping the paint touched up and polishing it.” His grin was wolfish. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me. You treat them well, they treat you well.”

           I felt my lips quirk up as my hand slid across the smooth leather seat. Bucky and I had been playing this game for months now, flirting and feeding the sexual tension between us, but we’d never actually done anything about it. It was driving everyone on the team insane, and I knew for a fact some of them had a pool going on when Bucky and I would actually hook up. That alone was enough to have me holding out as long as I could.

           “How’s it handle?” I asked. Bucky smirked.

           “Extremely well.”

           “Even the curves?”

           “Especially the curves, doll,” he purred, and I felt my stomach do a flip. I looked up to meet his eyes.

           “How’s it sound?” I asked him, and he inclined his head.

           “Start it up and see for yourself.”

           Biting my lip, I flipped the kill switch and turned the key, and then held down the start button. The bike rumbled to life, and I grinned delightedly. I looked over at Bucky, and he gave me a quick nod, lips quirking. I threw my right leg over the bike to straddle it, impressed with how comfortable the seat was.

           “Go ahead and give the throttle a little twist, doll,” he encouraged, and my hands found the handlebars. My right hand twisted the grip towards me just the slightest bit and the engine roared, bike rumbling beneath me and sending vibrations through my body. I hummed appreciatively.

           “How’s that feel?” Bucky murmured.

           “Amazing,” I breathed. “How do I look?”

           Bucky’s eyes raked over me, muscle in his jaw twitching as his arms folded across his broad chest. “Better than should be legal,” he admitted, voice low. “Christ, doll, you look like a teenage boy’s wet dream right now.”

           I smirked. “Does that mean you’ll let me ride the bike?” I asked coyly, and Bucky chuckled.

           “I did promise you could take it for a spin, didn’t I?” he sighed, and I nodded.

           “You did. No take-backs.”

           With a grin, Bucky slid onto the seat behind me, hands on my waist as he leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear. His breath was hot as he spoke. “I’ll let you take it for a quick ride,” he breathed, “but when I say, we switch. There’s somewhere I wanna take you.”

           I wrinkled my nose. “Where?”

           “It’s a surprise.” His teeth nipped playfully at my earlobe, and I shivered. I nodded in agreement, and then kicked up the kickstand and put the bike in gear, slowly releasing the clutch and twisting the throttle. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face as we drove the bike out of the compound and out onto the open road.

           It was exhilarating, the feel of the warm summer New York air whipping around us as we sped down the two-lane road leading away from the compound. I could feel Bucky, warm and solid behind me, his hands firm on my waist. We drove for ten minutes, but then his flesh hand squeezed my side, signalling it was time to switch. Sighing, I reluctantly pulled onto the shoulder of the road and moved so Bucky could mount the bike.

           I stood back for a minute, biting my lip, and Bucky looked up at me with a dark eyebrow cocked.

           “What are you doing?” he asked.

           “Admiring the view,” I replied truthfully. The way his thick thighs hugged the frame of the bike was damn near sinful. Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

           “Get over here,” he said, and I grinned before climbing onto the bike behind him and winding my arms around his waist. “Hold on tight, doll,” he ordered. “I like to go fast.”

           He wasn’t kidding, either; we flew down the road until the trees we passed were just a green blur. He took the curves with a finesse I only wished I had, and I could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten and contract every time he leaned his body with the bike.

           After about twenty minutes we pulled onto a smaller side road, and then another five minutes had us pulling up to a pristine little lake. Bucky stopped the bike, shutting it off and putting down the kickstand. I slid off the bike and looked around in awe.

           “This place is beautiful,” I breathed. “How did you know it was here?”

           Bucky shrugged. “I found it one day on a drive. I come here sometimes, to get away.”

           I nodded, taking it all in. It was breathtaking, like a little slice of paradise. I could understand why he would come here to get away.

           Things were silent for a few moments, both of us just enjoying the view and the late summer sunshine. I climbed back onto the bike, where the sun had warmed the leather and black frame. Bucky looked up and cocked an eyebrow.

           “You just can’t stay off that thing, can you?” he taunted, and I shrugged.

           “It’s warm from the sun. It’s nice.”

           “You’re like a damn cat,” Bucky chuckled, and I hummed in response. I closed my eyes, hands braced on the seat behind me as I leaned back, head tilted towards the warmth from the sun’s rays. Bucky was uncharacteristically quiet, and I peeked over at him out of the corner of my eye to see that he had his phone raised. My brow furrowed.

           “Did you just take a picture of me?” I asked.

           “Yes,” he answered shamelessly. “The opportunity was too perfect not to. I’d be crazy not to capture my two best girls in front of such a beautiful backdrop.”

           My heart did a flip in my chest, and I sat up straighter. “Best girls?” I asked, and Bucky shrugged. I shook my head. “Last time I checked, Barnes, I wasn’t your girl.”

           “Aren’t you, though?” he murmured, coming to stand next to the bike. “I mean, the rest of the team already pretty much assumes you are.” The fingertips of his flesh hand traced along the subframe of the bike, dangerously close to the inside of my thigh, and I held my breath. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let anyone else ride this thing, and you know it.” He leaned in close, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Besides,” he whispered, “you know I’d break the jaw of any guy that even looked at you the wrong way, the same way I know you’d tear a strip off any girl that set her sights on me.”

           My breath hitched, and my tongue swept over my lips. “Bucky…” I whispered, and his grin was lazy as his flesh hand trailed down my leg over my jeans.

           “Tell me you’re my girl,” he murmured. “You know it’s true. I wanna hear you say it.”

           I bit my lip. Of course I knew it was true; I’d been his for months, whether the words had been spoken or not. But I was scared to say it, to put an end to this game and make it reality. The flirting and teasing were harmless, but to admit I was his girl felt like an admission that was too dangerous to commit to.

           I thought back to what he’d said earlier. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me.” It had been meant as an innuendo, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really had been his girl this whole time. All the late nights at the gym when we couldn’t sleep, the early breakfasts afterwards, the secret smiles, the way he always gravitated towards me during missions…

           I swallowed hard, lifting my eyes to his. “I’m your girl,” I said softly, and the grin that overtook Bucky’s face was like a kid at Christmas. He cupped my face gently, thumb tugging at my bottom lip.

           “That’s right,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to tell me what you want.”

           “For you to say you’re just as much mine as I am yours,” I said boldly, and Bucky’s eyes sparkled.

           “You know I’m yours, doll,” he chuckled. I smirked.

           “Does that mean the bike is mine, too, by default?”

           Something dark flashed through Bucky’s eyes as a wicked grin slowly lifted his lips. “Not how it works and you know it.” His metal hand reached out to start the bike, flesh hand tucking a loose curl behind my ear. The bike hummed beneath me. “But,” he continued, “I do like how damn good you look on it, and I know you said you liked the feel of all that power between your legs. So I think you’re really gonna like this.”

           Bucky’s vibranium hand twisted the throttle, and the bike roared. I don’t know if it was because Bucky already had me strung out, but the feel of the engine revving underneath me had waves of pleasure jolting through me. I fell forward, hands on the fuel tank to brace myself, as my eyes drifted shut. Bucky twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder, and a whimper fell from my lips as the bike vibrated beneath me.

           “Look at you,” Bucky marvelled, voice hoarse. “How’s it feel, having all that power between your legs, doll?”

           I forced my eyes open and over at him. “Feels pretty damn good,” I admitted, “but I can think of something that would feel a hell of a lot better between my legs.”

           Bucky’s jaw went slack, and then he was shutting off the bike and lifting my right leg to pull it across the seat so both legs hung off the left side of the bike and he could fit between them. Vibranium hand on my thigh, his flesh hand reached around the back of my neck to pull my lips to his.

           The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongues and noses bumping against each other. My hands clutched at Bucky’s arms, and when his lips left mine to trail down my jaw and nip teasingly at the skin at my pulse point, I trembled.

           “Bucky…” I whined, and he pulled back to look at me with hooded eyes.

           “I got you,” he murmured, and then his hands were deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, tugging them and my lace underwear from my hips and peeling them off my legs. He hooked my right leg over the handlebar of the bike, and then his lips captured mine in another searing kiss, his flesh hand slipping between us to explore my folds. I groaned into the kiss, and I felt Bucky grin against my lips.

           “So wet already, sweetheart,” he breathed. “This what you had in mind when you said you could think of something better?”

           “Not exactly,” I huffed, biting my lip as Bucky’s fingertips pressed against my clit. He smirked, and then he was kneeling in front of me, hands on my thighs to hold me open to him.

           “How about now?” he murmured, before diving in and licking a stripe up my folds, from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, hands flying to his head to tangle in his hair. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked as the tip of his tongue danced around the bundle of nerves, and already I was so close to falling off the edge, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving.

           “Buck…” I panted, nails scraping against his scalp. He grunted, and I tugged harder at his hair, losing patience. “Barnes.”

           His eyes flicked up, and I lost my breath; his pupils were blown, tongue still delved into my folds as he regarded me from between my thighs. It was the most sinful thing I’d ever seen, and it sent a fresh flood of heat straight to my core.

           “Come here,” I whispered, and in an instant he was up and kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue as he swiped it across my own tongue, and when my hands started undoing his belt buckle, he growled.

           “Turn around,” he demanded, “and lean against the bike.”

           I did as he said without question, hopping off the leather seat and turning to bend my body over it, wiggling my ass playfully. Bucky delivered a sharp smack to the flesh and I shrieked, another wave of heat flooding my core. I could hear him unzipping his jeans, and then his knee was sliding between my thighs to spread them further. He slapped my ass again, immediately soothing the stinging flesh by massaging it. I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

           “Is this what you wanted, doll?” he asked, sliding the tip of his cock through my soaked folds. I moaned, hands clutching the seat below me. “You said you liked powerful things between your legs. Let’s see how you handle this.”

           With one forceful thrust he was sheathed inside me. I gasped as he stretched and filled me in a way I never had been before, and he let out a quiet hiss between gritted teeth as my walls clenched around him. He only gave me a moment to adjust before he was pulling out just to force himself back in. It didn’t take long before he’d set an unforgiving pace, driving into me until the air was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. The grip he had on my hips was bruising, sure to leave marks, but it only added to the pleasure I was feeling; I knew he’d mark me all over if I let him, claiming me as his for everyone to know. His possessiveness should have bothered me, but it only made me want him more.

           Bucky’s thrusts started getting sloppier and he fell forward, chest pressed to my back as his flesh hand slipped under my shirt to palm at my breasts over my bra. His lips nipped and kissed at the back of my neck, and I felt my release drawing near.

           “Shit…” I whined, and Bucky’s mouth left sloppy kisses over my heated flesh.

           “Let go, doll,” he panted. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

           I chased my release, and when it finally came, I cried out, body tensing before going boneless against the bike. Bucky’s hips stuttered and then I could feel him spilling into me with a low groan. He let his weight relax against me for a handful of seconds before he was lifting off me. With a tiny groan I pushed up off the bike, reaching for my clothes to pull them back on. Bucky grinned at me as he buckled his belt.

           “I think I finally found a sound I like better than my bike’s engine,” he teased, and my eyes sparkled.

           “And I think I’ve finally found something I’m gonna like riding more than your bike.”

           With glittering eyes, Bucky caught me around the waist and pulled me to him to kiss me softly. When we broke apart, his thumb traced lightly over my lips.

           “I know we joke around a lot,” he murmured, “but it really would mean a lot to me if you were my girl, (Y/N).”

           “I am your girl, Buck,” I assured him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “You know I always have been.”

           Bucky’s smile was warm, and he nudged me back towards the bike. “C’mon, let’s get back.”

           When we got back to the compound, Bucky parked the bike and then we headed to the elevator. I slipped my hand into his, and he looked down, eyes rounded in surprise, before squeezing my fingers gently and smiling.

           We walked into the common room, still hand-in-hand. Steve was the first to notice, and his eyes widened before a slow smirk spread across his face.

           “Alright, everyone, pay up,” he announced, and everyone’s eyes landed on Bucky and I. Nat and Sam shook their heads as they dug into their wallets, and Tony and Clint groaned. Wanda was grinning as she handed Steve a few bills.      

           Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

           “They all had a pool on when you and I would finally hook up,” I replied with a shrug. Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

           “What –”

           I set a hand against his chest to calm him. “Easy, big guy,” I chuckled. “Why don’t you just forget about this, and come upstairs with me? I didn’t get to return the favour from earlier.”

           Bucky’s eyes darkened, and the common room was filled with groans of annoyance.

           “Just because y’all are doing the dirty now, doesn’t mean you have to be public about it,” Sam grumbled. Bucky’s eyes flicked over to him for just a second before returning to me.

           “I apologize to everyone in advance,” he murmured to the room without breaking from my gaze. “Turns out my bike isn’t the only one that gets loud when you turn her on.”

           “Bucky!” I gasped, cheeks hot and eyes rounded in horror. Before anyone could say anything, Bucky was dragging me out of the room and to the elevator, lips grinning against my throat. I pushed him off me, fixing an unconvincing glare on him. “You’re incorrigible,” I huffed.

           “You know you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

           Hard as I tried, I couldn’t maintain the glare. “Oh, fuck it,” I muttered, crashing my lips to his. When I pulled away, I was smirking. “Take me upstairs; I wanna see if the biker holds up as well as his bike.”

           “Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, wicked smirk on his face. “I can go all night and into the morning.”

           I grinned. “Good. Let’s go then, soldier; your girl’s in the mood for a long ride.”

[anabsolutetrainwreck]

for your eyes only || h. styles

warnings: swearing, references to drugs

word count: 2.5k

summary: harry is feeling the pressure of making his new album...

You were already in bed by the time Harry got home. Though still awake, your eyes were heavy and your body ached for rest. But you’d never been able to sleep without knowing Harry was safe at home. 

The slamming of the front door echoed through your house. You listened silently as he hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes. You heard him wander into the kitchen, turn on the tap and pour himself a glass of water. After a couple of minutes, he ventured upstairs, heading straight into the bathroom. He began brushing his teeth. 

All the while, you stared out the window of your bedroom. It looked out onto the London streets, dimly lit by the street lights. The bedroom was dark, only illuminated slightly by the outside sky and all of its stars and the moon. 

Harry had been at the studio all day. He’d been stressing about writing his new album. He had started coming home late and leaving early. You barely saw him anymore. You always left him some leftovers in the fridge for him to eat when he got in or take for his lunch. Every time you tried to ask him if he was okay or if he needed to take a break, he’d just shrug you off and tell you he was fine. 

You’d seen a similar thing when he was making his first album, but it was never as bad as this. You’d seen it when he was trying to finish Watermelon Sugar, but it was never as bad as this. 

You felt the bed sink beside you, which consequently woke your cat, who was sleeping at the bottom of your bed. His name was Podge. Rolling over to face Harry, you smiled softly at him. You wanted to be angry at him for never telling you where he was anymore or prioritising his album over your relationship, but you just couldn’t be. You always knew where he was. He went to the studio all day and then would go back to Sarah and Mitch’s for a bit during the evening. “How are you?” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your body.

“Tired,” you replied, squeezing him tightly.

He pressed his lips lazily to the top of your head. You smiled at the feeling of his touch. “Go to sleep then,” he mumbled. 

“But I haven’t seen you today. And I won’t see you tomorrow,” you sighed. “I just miss you. And I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, love. You know I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

You sat up, turning back to him. He frowned, propping himself up against the headboard. “That’s the thing. I don’t think you would tell me.”

“What? Where did you get that idea?” 

“Well, you never told me when you were making your first album. You never told me when you were trying to finish Watermelon Sugar. You don’t have a great track record of being transparent when it comes to telling me when you’re not okay,” you explained. “Instead, all you do is come home and go to sleep. Then you wake up before me to get to the studio early. And even when you finish at the studio, you go back to Sarah and Mitch’s. She’s fucking pregnant, Harry, give them some time alone.”

He sat there and took it like a small child being scolded by his mother. He played with his fingers as you tried not to shout. You both knew it would only be a matter of time before you broke and all your feelings would come pouring out. 

The sound of Podge whining at the bottom of the bed interrupted your heated rant. He plodded his way up to the two of you, settling in between you both. He often did that. He’d clamber up to the top of the bed to sleep between your bodies when everyone was comfortable.

Harry reached down to run his hand along Podge’s soft back. You sighed, throwing the covers off your legs. “I’m going to get a drink,” you told him as you left him alone in the bedroom. 

He watched you leave. He didn’t call out or beg for your forgiveness. That was never how arguments were handled in your relationship. He sighed, getting comfortable in bed again, waiting for your return. The sound of Podge purring was enough to calm his nerves as he listened to you pour yourself a glass of water in the kitchen. He listened carefully as you walked around a bit, before he heard the back door open and close. 

You often went outside to take a moment to collect your thoughts whenever you and Harry got into an argument. Harry knew this. 

You set your glass down as you sat down on the bench against the wall. The fabric was cold against your thighs. You looked up at the bedroom window, wondering whether Harry was contemplating everything you’d said or if he was comfortably falling asleep. 

Harry waited for you to return. You never did. You’d gone to sleep in the spare bedroom. The two of you were too tired to take it too further tonight. So, you both slept, knowing tomorrow would either be full of shouting and tears of frustration or pettiness. 

However, when Harry woke in the morning, he climbed out of bed to apologise to you. Podge followed after him, his claws loud on the floor. But you were gone. The bed in the spare bedroom was made. He slowly made his way down to the kitchen, his nerves getting the better of him. Had you really left? 

There was a note on the kitchen counter by the bowl of fruit. ‘GONE OUT FOR BREAKFAST WITH GEM’. Harry looked over at the clock on the wall. It was thirteen minutes past nine. But he didn’t know when you’d written the note. He quietly poured himself a glass of orange juice and buttered some toast. He went out into the back garden, sitting down in the very spot you’d sat in a few hours earlier. 

The weather was nice. The sky was blue and there was a moderate breeze in the air. His phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up to reveal the picture of you he had set as his lock screen. Your slightly pixelated smile was electric through the screen as you cradled Podge in your arms when he was just a kitten. 

The notification was from Mitch. He couldn’t make it to the studio. Harry replied quickly, telling him it wasn’t a problem. It was Saturday anyway. Granted, Harry could probably do with a day off. But, even when he lay in bed all day doing absolutely nothing, he was still working.

That was the trouble with making an album: it plays on your mind until it’s finally out in the hands of the public. More so, Harry noticed, with his solo albums. And that was why Harry seemed to spend every waking moment in the studio. He figured that he might as well be in an environment where he can turn his epiphanies into harmonies.

He heard the front door open and close. You were home. Harry finished the remnants of his orange juice. Podge appeared in the doorway, rubbing his head along on the edge of the threshold. Shortly after, you followed. You were standing in the doorway, shuffling awkwardly. “Not going to the studio today?” you asked, sitting down opposite him. 

He shrugged, “Might do. It’s still early yet.”

You nodded. There was no pettiness. There was no shouting. There was just silence with intervals of small talk. Harry watched you as you fiddled with your fingers, your knee bouncing. You were nervous, he could tell. “How was Gemma?” he asked. 

“She was great,” you replied. “Asked how you were.”

“Yeah? What did you tell her?”

“I said you were fine,” you shrugged. “Just busy with the album.”

He nodded slowly, “Right.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up straight. You felt Podge run his body along your leg beneath the table. “What? Was I wrong to say that?” you asked, worrying that you’d done something wrong. 

He shook his head quickly, “No, no.”

Harry didn’t say anything more. He was closed off. There was something he wasn’t telling you. You’d been with Harry long enough to know this. Usually, he was quite open with you. He told you what felt like everything. But this never applied to his music. His job. You and his job were two separate things. He made that explicitly clear from the very beginning. You were never to get mixed up with his music and his music was never to get mixed up with you. The line between the two was never blurred. 

But this meant he hardly ever told you when he was struggling or when he felt like he needed a break from it all. You only ever heard songs when they were finished. You only ever saw music videos when they were complete. You had only ever been to one awards show with him - the 2020 Brits. You had never even seen the inside of the studio. You had only met his band on a handful of occasions, all of which had been on nights out or for celebratory dinners, never when they were rehearsing. 

It was like he was leading two lives. 

“You are okay, aren’t you?”

He nodded, “Sure. Just a bit stressed.”

You sighed, exasperated, “You always say that! Every time I ask if you’re doing alright, you just shrug and tell me you’re ‘a bit stressed’. Harry, ‘a bit stressed’ isn’t spending every day at the studio. It isn’t spending all night at the piano, trying to get a song just right. It isn’t constantly comparing yourself to other artists, trying to work out what worked for them and what didn’t. It isn’t getting high every time you fuck something up. It isn’t acting like you have no life outside of the music you make.”

“I don’t! I don’t have a life outside of the music I make. Don’t you get it? I’ve dreamed of this my entire life. I reached the top with the band. And once you’ve had a taste of what it’s like to own the fucking world, everything you do becomes about trying to get there again. It’s like a fucking drug. When it’s been in your system once, it lives there forever and you can’t stop thinking about it. You crave it,” he snapped. You winced as you watched him become so worked up, tears of frustration falling down his cheeks. He dragged his fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands harshly. 

It took you a moment to absorb everything Harry had said. Last night, it had only been a matter of time before you’d broken. Today, it had only been a matter of time since Harry broke. You were sick of it. Harry was sick of it. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as his words registered, “I don’t know if you need to hear this from me. I don’t know if anyone has ever actually said this to you. But you’ll never be as big as the band.”

Harry looked up, his eyebrows knitted together. He looked offended. As anyone would be, you supposed. “What?” he squeaked out. 

“I know it’s brutal. And I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but you’re never going to be as big as the band. And it’s shit, Harry, I know. But you’re a fifth of that band. Some fans left with Liam, and some left with Zayn, and some left with Louis, and some left with Niall. And some left with you. And some left with all five of you. But the point is you’re missing four of the components you had when you owned the world. That band was fucking massive, Harry.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. You didn’t expect him to. You’d said all you felt you needed to say to him. And, while you knew you’d never be able to relate to exactly how Harry was feeling, you’d seen the devastating consequences stardom has on a person. You pressed on, “You owned the fucking world, Harry. But you owned it with four other guys. And I don’t think you could do it on your own.”

He sighed, nodding, “It’s just hard.”

“I know, baby. But it won’t get easier if you just don’t stop. You need to step back from this toxic mindset you’ve got yourself into. You literally just won a Grammy, give yourself a break,” you said. 

“That’s the point. I won a Grammy for Watermelon Sugar. What if I can’t make that again?” he sighed.

“Harry, you’ll never be able to make it again. Surely that’s the beauty of it all, right? Nobody wants to hear you put out another Watermelon Sugar. I can guarantee your fans would be happy to listen to what you want to make,” you said. 

It felt so foreign to be talking to Harry about these kinds of things. You’d reassured him and given him advice on all sorts, but never about the music industry. That was his area of expertise. But spending time with Gemma always put you in some sort of healthy frame of mind.

You reached across the table to squeeze his hand. There was no way you could still be angry at Harry for spending so much time away from the house. He wiped away the stray tears that clung to his cheeks. He reached down to cuddle Podge, who’d jumped up onto the bench at some point or another. “Thanks,” he said quietly, finally looking you in the eyes. “I’m sorry for getting so worked up over this. It’s so pathetic.”

“Don’t apologise, H. I love you and I’m always gonna be here for you. Please don’t be embarrassed about these things. I’ll never judge you for being emotional,” you smiled softly. 

“You’re too good for me,” he said, grinning across at you. 

You leaned back in your chair, shrugging, “Probably. I do think of this relationship as more of charity work.”

He laughed, “You’re so selfless!”

“I know! What can I say, some heroes don’t wear capes,” you smirked. 

It was moments like these, with the sun beaming down at the two of you, that you’d missed. Harry was smiling again. It felt like something you hadn’t seen for weeks. 

The truth was, Harry had always found it easier to express his feelings through the art of music. And, while this posed many benefits for him, it meant that, when he was trapped with writer’s block, he found it difficult to free himself of the burdening stresses of his industry. 

You got to your feet, extending your hand to Harry, “Come on, you’ve not had a shower for days. You stink.”

[minor-solemnity]

Truth Will Out

Tag List: @jinxqsu @riddles-wifey@naps-and-lemons @mainlynonsense @cakesarecute

Content warning: Smut, light bdsm, power dynamics and a questionable use of veritaserum

A companion piece to Tender, We Lay Bound

His smile turns wolfish at the slight tremor in your voice and he cocks his head to one side, the hand that isn’t holding the vial, moving slowly up your calf, up the curve of your knee before flattening across the meat of your thigh and stroking the sensitive junction where your thigh meets your pubic bone. “Do you trust me?” He asks, which isn’t exactly an answer, but you think that’s maybe the point.

It starts, as most things with Tom do, with a hand on your lower back and his voice, soft and low in your ear, “I’d like to try something tonight.” It’s really incredibly unfair that he chooses the moment when you’re about to walk into Potions to whisper this to you because now you’re going to be distracted all through your assessed brewing of Veritaserum. Judging by the smirk that curls Tom’s lips as he takes his place next to you at the front of the class, he’s fully aware of this. He lays his equipment down neatly in front of him, looking for all the world, like every teacher’s wet dream: prepared, inquiring, and engaged in the lesson. You know him better though, you know that he’s actually the devil incarnate, and is currently enjoying your flustered attempts to pay attention to what Slughorn’s saying about the forthcoming lesson.

Slughorn waves his hand to signal for you all to start gathering ingredients and Tom leaves to fetch the things you’ll both need. You’ve been brewing your batch of Veritaserum for the past month and today will reveal whether or not you’ve succeeded. The mark you get in for this potion will count for a family large portion of your overall grade, and it’s a good thing that you’re partnered with Tom, because whilst you might be one of the best in the class, your mind is so far from the task at hand that you know you’ll be relying on him for most of the more focussed aspects of the brewing today. You also know that Tom is probably cognizant of this fact and planned it as such.

Damn him. If he didn’t make you so weak at the knees, you’d have hexed him by now.

“Was that really necessary?” You ask when he returns, snatching the caladium root out of his hands. You start shredding the delicate roots with a little more force than is probably good for them, and besides you, Tom tsks.

“I’m quite sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you should be a little gentler with those,” He gestures to the roots. “We wouldn’t want to do poorly on this test because you’re a little riled up, would we?” Gods, you hate it when he teases you. Well, no, that’s a lie. Most of the time you love it when he teases you, but usually, you’re not in a Potions class with half your grade hanging over your head.

He chuckles lowly at your expression which is one of annoyance and indignity and spends most of the rest of the class alluding to the plans he has for you whilst expertly managing your potion so you can continue to daydream about what he might mean. It doesn’t escape your notice that Tom pours an extra vial of the Veritaserum when the time comes to present Slughorn with your finished product. He slips the extra into his pocket and raises a finger to his lips before you can question him.

You manage to avoid Tom for the rest of the day, which is good for your sanity for two reasons: firstly, whenever he had spotted you, he had given you a knowing look and found a way to touch you that from an outsider perspective would look entirely innocent but had left you dizzy with anticipation and unable to focus on anything other than the mysterious things he had in store for you. Secondly, and you’ll never admit this to him, your overactive imagination has run away with itself fantasising about the night ahead, and the way that he looks at you makes you think that he somehow knows exactly what you're thinking. You’d rather save yourself the embarrassment of his smirks and wry hums of amusement.

***

Of all the evenings for Tom to be busy with his Head Boy duties, it obviously has to be today. You’re fairly sure he’s planned it like this because you know him well enough by now to know that that he likes it when you’re a little on edge. His desire for control and power over the people he surrounds himself with manifests itself in multiple ways: with his friends, he leads with an iron fist, viewing disobedience as a betrayal; with his professors, he charms and manipulates until he has them wrapped around his little finger; with you, it’s slightly different. Your family, whilst not doing badly, cannot open doors for him the way the Maylfoy’s can, and you’re smart, but not outrageously so, so the impetus to use you for your talents isn’t there either. When Tom tells you that he wants you for your company and your companionship, you believe him. No, with you, his want for control manifests in slow touches, whispered commands, and a desire to see you fall apart in a way you refuse to do for anyone else.

His dormitory is empty when you enter, which is hardly a surprise; his roommates know when to make themselves scarce and to leave you privacy. You take a moment to gather your wits and to try and calm your nerves before you take a seat in the centre of his bed. The minutes tick by excruciatingly slowly, and you fight with your school tie, trying to guess if he would like it if he found you naked and waiting or if he wants the pleasure of undressing you himself. It all depends on his mood which can as mercurial and changing as the tides. You settle on a compromise, more because you’re impatient and excited and restless. You abandon your robes, leave your tie on the desk beside the bed, and unbutton the first three buttons of your shirt before settling back against the soft pillows and try to focus on the book you’ve brought with you.

The door clicks open and shut and you startle at the noise. Tom leans against the doorframe, half-hidden in shadow, a tempting and dangerous sight as he appraises you slowly. You swallow around your nerves, and your throat constricts as he loosens his ties and walks over to you, predatory and sleek, like some sort of wild cat, all tightly controlled power ready to be unleashed. It makes your mouth water.

He more or less crawls up the bed and you let your legs fall open to accommodate him. He reaches forwards and cups your jaw in his hand, his fingers splaying so that he cradles your head and you instinctively press your face into his hand, seeking contact and heat and protection. “Have you been waiting for me for all this time?” He says and you nod, eyes slitting to watch his pleased smile at your response. “Good girl. Are you ready for me?”

“I thought you might like to take care of that,” You murmur and you can’t deny the way excitement leaks into your voice. He hums approvingly and pulls away, just a for a moment as he reaches inside his robe to retrieve a small vial of clear liquid. Your eyes widen slightly at the Veritaserum dangling delicately between his fingers. “Is that what I think it is?”

His smile turns wolfish at the slight tremor in your voice and he cocks his head to one side, the hand that isn’t holding the vial, moving slowly up your calf, up the curve of your knee before flattening across the meat of your thigh and stroking the sensitive junction where your thigh meets your pubic bone. “Do you trust me?” He asks, which isn’t exactly an answer, but you think that’s maybe the point. Tom has a strange thing about trust; he likes it when you prove your loyalty to him. Drinking a potion where you’re not entirely sure what the effects will be is definitely something you can see him enjoying.

Slowly, hesitatingly, you nod and he pushes you back against the pillows. He brushes his thumb against your lower lip and pushes two fingers inside your mouth. Heat and desire lick like flames across your skin and your thighs clench in anticipation and need. He lets you run your tongue over them, suck them slowly before he removes them and pinches your chin to keep your mouth open as he pours a few drops onto your outstretched tongue. “That’s it, such a good girl for me,” He says, barely more than a whisper in the heavy silence that surrounds you. His eyes are dark with want and gratification, and he begins to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing smooth, pale skin that you want to lick.

He leans over you and kisses your jaw and trails bruising kisses against your neck, humming softly when you gasp. “Do you want me to touch you?” He murmurs into your skin and the potion, which you can now confirm was Veritaserum, works its magic and you feel a compulsion to answer.

“Yes, please, I want—” Your words are cut off by a low moan as he brushes his fingers over your underwear which are already damp with your desire for him.

“So wet for me, already.” He’s playing with you at such a leisurely pace that your pleasure is mingled with frustration but when you try to shift your hips closer he pushes you back against the mattress. “So impatient, tell me, darling, how do you want me to touch you?”

You begin to realise exactly why he wanted to use the Veritaserum because you want so many things, you want his fingers and his mouth, you want him to kiss you, to undress you, to play with you until you can’t think let alone talk. These are not uncommon wants when it comes to Tom, but you’re normally too embarrassed to voice them to him, no matter how much he enjoys listening. Now, with the Veritaserum, it’s as though your voice acts without you telling it to, the words tumbling from your lips unbidden and a deep flush rises up your chest and neck as you whimper, “I want… I want you to take my clothes off now, and I-I want you to, fuck, I want your mouth.” You feel overexposed and vulnerable admitting this to him and your eyes are squeezed shut tight because even looking at him is too much right now.

He rewards you for your forced honesty by giving you exactly what you asked for, peeling your underwear down your legs and burying his head between your thighs, lapping at your folds like a parched man. It’s glorious, it always is and soon your clothes are discarded and you keep babbling away, asking and requesting until you’re incoherent. Even though he is the one acquiescing to your every whimpered desire, Tom is still firmly in control. Every sentence out of his mouth is framed as a question, forcing you to answer honestly even when it makes you blush and squirm. Every one of your fantasies is laid out in front of him and the fact that he could ask you anything and you would be compelled to answer truthfully is never far from your mind.

“Look at you, if only you could see yourself,” Tom mutters, his voice rough with exertion, sweat beading in the dips of his collarbones as he pushes you against the pillows, one of his hands reaching and pinning both of your wrists above your head. “Do you like the sound of that? Would you like to see me fuck you? Do you want to see how wrecked you look?”

“Yes.”

Neither of you lasts very long after that. You cling to him desperately, your legs locked tightly around his waist as his breathing grows erratic. Your entire world is narrowed down to Tom and the feeling of his body moving against yours. Everything feels strangely floaty and distant, yet still incredibly intense as if your mind and body can’t quite comprehend what’s happening and is just rolling in sensation and emotion and feeling. The heat that had encompassed you before he even entered the room grows hotter and the flames of your desire burn brighter. You feel your orgasm build low in your belly, a tight ball of tangled nerves that snowballs and crashes over you as you shake with barely contained need. Tom grips your hip, pulling you somehow closer, and licks a wet stripe between the valley of your breasts, his teeth catch your earlobe and you shudder with overstimulation. He lasts another three strokes before he comes with a shaky gasp, his lips brushing yours.

For a moment after, you just lay there, a tangle of limbs and sweat and body heat. Eventually, though, he rolls off of you, and you stretch your aching limbs before snuggling into the duvet. It’s when he passes you a small vial of a swirling grey-silver liquid that what you’ve just done truly hits you. You swallow the antidote hastily and the empty vial falls from your grasp. You feel suddenly overwhelmed and strangely bereft. Blindly, you reach for Tom, searching him out for contact and comfort and reassurance.

“I… Was that okay?” You ask unable to hide your worry that you’ve somehow let him down. Tom immediately moves to wrap you in his arms, dropping a soft kiss to the top of your head.

He tilts your head to face him and his eyes search yours, a small frown marring his forehead. “Darling, you were perfect,” He murmurs, seemingly understanding implicitly what you’re really asking. He tucks you closer and presses his lips to your cheek. Considering what you’ve just been doing, it’s all very chaste. “Come here, let me look after you.”

Feeling slightly more relaxed, you bury your head against his chest and allow him to do just that.

A/N: So this is a companion piece to Tender We Lay Bound. Obviously, you don’t need to read that for this to make sense, but I wanted to explore the power dynamics that would lead to the aftercare in that fic. I wanted to say here that the characters here trust and love each other, but this is honestly pretty bad BDSM etiquette and a seriously under-negotiated kink and scene. Obvs, this is fiction, so whatever, they’re all good and happy, but all kinks should be negotiated and discussed and all scenes should be planned and talked about by all parties involved. I hope you enjoyed and I just wanted to add this because ya know, it's important!

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Yo imagine being in the general class of UA and being recovery girl’s little apprentice/intern and one of the 1A boys constantly getting hurt (whether its on purpose or accidentally ) as an excuse to come visit; I’m imagining todoroki or kaminari because I’m in a mood for those 2 and Deku wouldn’t need to an excuse 🙄

Ha, of course Deku wouldn't need an excuse!🙄 That's his second home at this point. I’ve never written for Kaminari before so this was a fun little experience! Sorry I’m answering this so late, I took a little writing break last week, but now I’m back on the grind! (Also I tried to keep this gender neutral as well!)

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Midoriya

"Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya," a soft voice sighed in mock exasperation. "How did I know I would find you here yet again."

Izuku flinched and looked up from his spot on the bed to see you casually leaning against the doorframe. That signature white lab coat draped over your form suited you perfectly. You looked like a real doctor standing there with the little clipboard tucked neatly into your waist and that warm smile radiating off you. To say that your smile had an effect on him was an understatement.

"Uh," he chuckled with a nervous smile, "sorry, I know I was just here yesterday."

"Yesterday? Midoriya, you've been here every day this week." Hopping off the door frame, you crossed your arms. "Do you wanna see me that bad?"

It was only a joke, but his face flushed a bright crimson at your words. Suddenly, every spot other than you seemed much more interesting to stare at, so he didn't catch that smirk lighting up your face as you stepped into the room.

A quick flip through the probably too many pages in his chart that he'd racked up this year alone, "So, what's it this time?"

"Just a sprained wrist," he held up said wrist. "I thought it was fine, but then it started to swell so I, uh, thought I should come here…just in case."

"And how did it happen?" you set the chart down and pulled the little wheeled stool to sit in front of him. With gentle fingers, you prodded the bruised skin.

At your touch, he stiffened. You were so close, eyes solely focused on his wrist. While you were examining him, he took the opportunity to stare at you with those giant green eyes of his, cataloging every inch of your face. When you began your internship with Recovery Girl, he was shocked the first time he walked in here to see you instead of the older woman. Not that he was complaining. You were way more amiable with him and although you didn't appreciate him injuring himself so much, he'd come to quite like these little meetings with just the two of you.

"Lucky for you, it's not too bad," you decided, looking up to meet his deer-eyed gaze. One which he promptly looked away from. "Ice it for twenty minutes a few times today and the swelling should go down. I'll get you a compression bandage." When you stood up to root through the doors for the bandage, you glanced back at him. "What'd you do, punch a brick wall?"

"Concrete actually," he stuttered out. "I missed my opponent, couldn't stop my follow-through in time."

The power he held always amazed you, but you were always the one to see the after-effects during training. He was strong to a point of recklessness. Something he really needed to work on. Finally finding the bandages, you walked back to your stool.

"Well, I hope you kicked that wall's ass then." Grabbing his hand, you locked eyes with him, "just don't overdo it too much. You only have two hands so try and keep them for at least a few more years yeah?"

Izuku was only half-listening, too entranced by your touch to keep up with the conversation. As you carefully wrapped his wrist, he sat back, taking the time to take in your image. This was really the only time he ever got to see you. The support department was on the opposite side of campus and those classes rarely ever teamed up. Besides, you were part of the relief support courses, not tactical, which meant the two of you would never train together while here. And while you were great at this part, patching him up right quick, and sending him on his way, he couldn't help but wish you were slower. All he wanted was to just sit here forever with you, injuries be damned.

"Right then, here we are," Straightening up, you finished wrapping the limb, and with a double check to make sure everything was in order, you smiled up at him. "You know, I should start charging each time you come in here. I bet you'd be able to cover this entire department's budget in a week.

"Oh, you think so?" the way he cocked his head, that cute little innocent widening of his eyes seemed to inject serotonin straight into your veins. The boy was just too adorable for his own good and he didn't even know it. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother."

"A bother? You?" An airy laugh blew past your lips. "My day would be so boring if I didn't have my favorite patient to keep me company." He tried his best to hide that all too obvious blush creeping up his neck. "Although, I could do without all the injuries you seem to be racking up."

Izuku turned his focus to the newly wrapped wrist, biting on his lower lip. He couldn't even bring himself to look at you or he might combust on the spot. When you left his side to go wash your hands, he finally sneaked a peek. Now that you were done, he was going to have to leave. He didn't want to leave. He liked being here with you. For whatever reason, anytime you were near him, his heart raced and he felt lightheaded, but also a million times better, even with whatever injuries he was sporting. If he didn't already know your quirk, he would've thought you had the ability to heal with just a simple smile. You were an adrenaline boost he always looked forward to.

"You're not always here, right?" the words left his mouth before he even realized he said them aloud. "I, uh, I mean, you do other things outside the recovery ward?"

"Sure," you shrugged, drying your hands. "You're not always training, right?" With a pause you shook your head, "wait, don't answer that. I think I already know that answer." Casting a smirk at him, he looked down at his shoes, a smile of his own taking root. "I'll have you know I do do other things besides patching up one Mr. Broken Bones Midoriya."

"Oh yeah, of course, you do!" he tripped over the words as they spilled from his mouth. "I just mean that your really cool and stuff but I never really see you other than here and I know the campus is big, but I just thought that maybe you, or I, or, or…uh…" he was running out of gas and confidence so he decided to abandon ship and jump to his feet, intent on escaping this sinking boat. "Um, anyway, thanks for the uh-thanks for this!" Waving his wrist, he made for the exit but before he could make his hasty getaway, you stepped in front of him.

"Geez Midoriya, calm down," it was like trying to corral a frantic bunny. The boy's eyes were darting all over the place, probably looking for a different escape route. "Tell ya what, when that wrist heals up and if you don't get any more injuries before the weekend, let's see if we can change not seeing each other around."

Izuku froze, the words processing in his mind a few times before they finally clicked. "You mean like a-a…"

"Just try not to get hurt for at least a few days? You placed a hand on his shoulder and lead him towards the door. "Think you can manage that?"

He'd never been so motivated to stay this healthy before. A furious nod and you sent him off with a wink. When the door closed, he slumped against the wall outside, bandaged wrist against his chest, trying to stop the mini horse race trampling through his chest. What he didn't know was that you were on the opposite side of that door, one hand to your own chest, the other trying to combat the heat on your cheeks. You'd been working up the courage to do that all week because god knows when Midoriya would ever find the courage to do it. An all too excited squeal rushed out of your mouth before you could stop it. This was going to be an interesting week.

 KAMINARI

You could hear the babbling from down the hall before you saw him. That stupid deep-fried laugh was synonymous with one person and one person only. Dropping the pen and whirling around in your chair, you leaned your elbow on the armrest as two of the school's med bots ushered Denki in. Thumbs up and that dopey smile plastered on his face had you trying your best to contain the giggle building in your throat.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," you smirked at the blonde who'd been sat on one of the beds. "Go over your limit again Kaminari?"

"Yay…" he mumbled and fell back on the bed with a groan.

It wasn't the first time he'd come in with a fried brain and if there was one thing you knew about him, it wouldn't be the last. The good thing is he usually just needed to sleep it off for a bit. But being the ever diligent medical intern, you came over to check him over.

Denki laid sprawled out on the bed, hands finally giving out and falling to his side. After a quick examination, he appeared to be in working order, just needed a bit of a recharge, so you returned to your paperwork and let him be.

A half-hour later, he sat up with a loud groan, rubbing his head, "Uh, that majorly sucked."

"Ah, so sleeping beauty finally rises," you didn't even turn to him but still felt that charming smile bounce off your back.

"You really think I'm a beauty?" he grinned, standing up to stretch. "You know I'm still pretty sore, I could always get back in bed and we can see if a kiss will make me feel better."

"Tell me," a playful tug on your lips as you twirled in your chair to face him, "do any of those lines ever work?"

"That's for you to answer and for me to find out."

"Sorry to disappoint bud, but I don't think you're gonna like my answer." Satisfied with his little pout, you turned back to continue your work. "You're fine Kaminari, you can go back to class now."

"Aww, but being here with you is so much better," he trudged over to your desk and leaned on the back of the chair. "Can't you write me a doctor's note so I can stay here with your beautiful face for the rest of the day?"

"And what would you even want to do here with me for the rest of the day, hmm?" you hadn't meant it to sound like an innuendo, but judging from his flushed expression, he'd taken it that way.

"Don't tell me you're interested in the medical field now?" it was your attempt to gain control of the conversation again. "And after all that hard hero training you do."

"Uh, I…" a small spark shot between his hands as he tried to think of something to say. You must've really thrown him off this time, although that isn't very hard to do. After a few moments of fidgeting, he deflated and dropped his head. "All right, I'll go back to class."

"Aww come now, don't look so down," you laughed, leaning back in your chair. "I'm sure Mr. Aizawa is much more fun than I am."

"Yeah, if you think torture is fun," he pulled his hair with a whine and slogged towards the door. When he reached for the handle, he paused and glanced back at you with a forlorn look. "Not even a kiss for the road?"

"Hmm," tapping your chin with the pen, you smirked, "maybe if you come up with a less cheesy pick-up line, then I might be more inclined."

That perked him up more than any jolt of electricity could do. "Well you're in luck babe, I've got plenty of 'em!"

"Let's hear it then, I'm all ears."

"Okay, okay…" he scrunched his face and crossed his arms. You could practically see the gears turning as he thought it through. "Damn," he spoke after a moment, trying to hide his smirk, "you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick-up line."

You chucked the pen at him with a snort, which he narrowly dodged, hopping halfway out the door in the process. "Oh my god Kaminari, I said less cheesy, get out of here!"

That dorky grin back on his face, he held up his hands. "Fine, but don't think I'm finished here. I will find one that works." With a wave, he disappeared, yelling through the door, "mark my words!"

TODOROKI

Honestly, the scrape wasn't even that bad or that deep, but he still found himself marching towards Recovery girls office in hopes he'd find you there. Ever since you became her intern, he seemed to find himself injured more and more frequently…by total accident of course.

"Oh, Todoroki," you smiled as he walked in. "What brings you in today?"

"I injured my arm during training today," he said flatly, holding the appendage up. There was a sizable gash under what looked like scorch marks. "I thought it best to get it checked out."

"Geez, who were you fighting this time?"

"Bakugo," with a shrug, he glanced at his arm.

"Well, that makes sense," you waved him to one of the beds, "come on, let's have a look then."

Silently, he sat down on the examination bed, the stiff paper ruffling as he scooted back slightly when you approached. His whole body was stiff, eyes staring everywhere but your face. It didn't look much different from his usual self, but internally, he was having a slight meltdown from your mere proximity alone.

Sliding the stool over, you sat down and twisted his left arm back and forth to get a good look, muttering a few things before giving it back. "the cuts shallow which means no stitches, so that's good. Should heal on its own in a few days. I'll just clean it and wrap it, then you're good to go."

"Oh," the word unintentionally slipped out.

When you looked up at him, you noticed the tiniest of pouts forming on his lips. "Unless something else is wrong?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly.

Something else was definitely wrong. Throwing him a quizzical look, you headed for the drawers that held your supplies. "That's good I suppose," you said lightly, "It seems like I've been seeing you almost every day this week alone."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"I didn't say I was complaining," with a grin, you sat back in front of him with sterilizing pads and gauze.

Those words alone were enough for his left side to flare up. When your fingers touched his arm to clean the wound, you flinched away.

"Uh, hey Todoroki," you cocked your head, trying to maintain that professional demeanor Recovery Girl kept pestering you about (although the old woman should take her own advice) and not crack a smile. When his eyes finally met your own, you pointed to his arm, raising a brow. "Might wanna tone down the heat there."

He blinked. Then blinked again before realizing what the problem was. His cheeks flushed almost the same color as his hair and turned his head in embarrassment, rasping out a quiet apology.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" dapping the wound after the skin cooled down, your eyes wandered up to his. "You seem a little worked up."

"Something like that," he mumbled, watching your hands delicately work, using that as a distraction to keep from staring at your face. The same face he could easily find himself lost in if he gave himself the chance. So he decided to change the subject. "It's quiet here." Yeah, way to go, man, real insightful.

"Yeah, Recovery Girl gives me the quietest shifts until I gain enough experience." Once the soot was cleaned off, you grabbed the gauze. "You don't always have to be injured to come visit me, you know." Sparing a quick glance up at him, you started wrapping the limb. "I wouldn't mind the company."

"Am I even allowed in here without an excuse?" It was just a curious question but your frown caught him off-guard, wondering if he said something wrong.

"Couldn't hurt to find out," you mumbled, "I mean we are in an infirmary." Tying off the gauze, you patted just below the cut with a small smile. "Okay, you're all patched up. You're free to go."

"Does it have to be here?" Shoto suddenly stood up, eyes meeting your own.

"What?"

"You said you wouldn't mind the company," he furrowed his brow. "Does it have to be here?"

"Well, no, I was just saying…wait, you wanna see me outside of here?" you gestured around the room, a little baffled.

He nodded, looking less confident by the minute. "If that's alright with you."

The smile that lit up your face was brighter than any flames Shoto could ever hope to produce. "It's more than alright with me."

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[lovee-infected]

Hello! Any ideas on what each twst guy's love language might be?

Separating this request into two parts because the full post would've gotten too long.

Riddle Rosehearts

Giving: Quality time

He's the leader of not simply one the seven dorms in Night raven college but it's Heartslabyul; the dorm ran following the severely strict rules set by the Queen of hearts . Do have any idea how much he's got to do? He's got thousand to take care of everyday , so make sure that he's got no time to waste on anything, or anyone.

As he still decides to keep a certain time of day to spend with you; even if it's summarised in small talks or aimple activities like having afternoon tea together while asking you about your day, you should know that it's way more notable than it seems to be. He could've just sent you a bouquet of roses without caring to disturb his daily schedule because of you, and you would be satisfied anyway, yet he still finds you just as important as his daily plans as both a student and a dorm leader.

Let it be him just inviting you for a walk in the flower garden, all that matters is having you around because, he cares to let you know that he's always there for you when you need him and enjoys spending his time beside you; even if can't be for any more than a few minutes.

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Tell him anything he needs to hear. Tell him that he's good enough. Let him know that you believe in him and you think that he's doing good enough. Words effect this boy a lot more than they seem to; a very simple compliment can be either the cause of his overblot or what takes away the pain and tiredness of a busy gloomy day.

Because of being raised under strict rules and extreme critiques on his behaviors, his childhood on its own gives him enough of reasons to be overly protective with the way he's judged through your eyes.

He finds almost all of other love languages pretty useless to receive; Gifts can be given as a sign of a normal friendship, spending time with him might just be your way of wasting time when you have nothing better to do, going out of your way to help him may just be an act of kindness which you're used to; so let him hear you way you say you love him. He needs nothing more than you saying those words.

Trey Clover

Giving: Acts of service

Trey would be the great example of a mature and supportive partner. he's a clever, wise and organized as not only a student but also Heartslabyul's trustworthy vice dorm leader.

Just who can help you better than Trey can? And who would be this desperate to help you with anything possible except him? Chores, studies, random tasks, etc. He isn't going to wait for you to ask, he's always ready to give you a hand with anything you're busy with.

It may end up him having too much to do in his plate, but that's no problem for Trey. He's a reliable and supportive partner whom you can trust with your problems and shared responsibilities; what many people may lack. Trey's responsible and organized nature is what every couple need in a relationship.

Giving & Receiving: Quality time

He loves it whenever you're around and wants to see you feeling the same. While he doesn't expect you, his darling to trouble yourself going out of your way to help him, he -does- care to know whether you enjoy your time spent with him or not.

He isn't forcing himself on you, but he knows that there would be no point in your relationship if you don't like spending time with each other. He wants to know that you love him back and won't easily get tired of him after a short while. He doesn't mind being usually the one to ask you out or invite you for a walk, but he cares for you accept his invite in return; know that nothing cheers him up like your excitement about your time together.

Cater Diamond

Giving: Words of affirmation

He surely has a way with words, doesn't matter whether it's through face-to-face communication or online. Even his good night/good morning texts enough to make his darling blush, he knows how to have you weak.

He's probably one of the flirtiest guys you'd ever get to see; though he's his own reasons to be so: No one ever hates having someone flirting with them. The only thing that matters is 'how you should be flirting with them', which depends on your personality of course, but he's also got some secret tactics of his own which work on almost anyone.

He doesn't consider lying to be an ideal option when it comes to relationships, where you need to have trust and faith in your partner and be honest and reliable in return, but just saying: a bit of flirting won't hurt, right? To add to that, nice yet not possibly true compliments may motivate you to grow a stronger sight of that aspect in your personality and appearance, which is good.

Cater would probably make you not only feel more confident about yourself, but also trust and love Cater like you love no one; to he point of needing him to talk to you everyday, not that Cater does it all in purpose to make you bound to him but you can tell that...he appreciates being your favorite.

Receiving: Gifts

Just by looking at his room you can tell how much loves fancy things. From oval shaped accessories to chibi plushies and pillows. He not only loves being given new things but also cares to know your taste in gifts; especially the way you guess what Cater might like when choosing the gift. On the other hand he enjoys receiving your attention through gifts which makes him feel loved and, well, superior.

Doesn't matter whether he likes your gift or not, he'd always greet you with a bright smile and a soft kiss on cheek, telling you how much he loves you and what you gave him. There's a high possibility of him disliking what you gave him but - well, you're never going to know what he truly thinks anyway.

Ace Trappola

Giving: Physical touch

Holding hands ,giving hugs, poking cheeks, etc. Physical touch isn't always supposed to be dirty, he just needs to be close to you not just as a friend but also as a lover.

Friends can't kiss you on the lips when they realize how much they love you or hold you tightly in they're embrace when they're feeling like crying. He doesn't want to be -just- a friend, Ace wants to be closer; in fact, the closest one to you. His desire to touch you, hold you, kiss you; like no one else can ever do.

A lover is supposed to be treated differently, right? It's because they're special; therefore he'd get the chance to be closer to you than anyone else can. Ace doesn't want you to treat him and your other friends equally, he wants to be the only one allowed to hold your hand and hug you from behind; your one and only exception.

Receiving: Quality time

He enjoys his time with you the way he enjoys it with no one. You're the coolest , greatest and trustworthiest person he's ever seen; nothing would cheer him up better than seeing you willing to spend time with him as much as does.

It's such a blessing getting to be the one you choose to have around while there are hundreds of cooler students out there. It makes Ace feel special. Not only is hanging out with you the best time he'd ever get to have but it's also a sign of you at least -liking- him; which means that he's actually got a chance.

Deuce Spade:

Giving: Acts of service

What's the point of talking without doing anything? As he loves you, he needs to prove it through what he does for you and how far he gets with it. He's always willing to go out of his way for you even if what you're asking for is -too much- for him. If it's a chance to help you, why not? Doesn't matter what the task is, he'd always try his best.

He might goof up even with easy tasks like lending you his notes or getting you a smoothie but still , be wasy on him and know that he's trying his best for you.

Receiving: Quality time

To Deuce , someone like you is pretty hard to find. Someone he can feel this close and comfortable with...is almost impossible to be found and you're one the most amazing people he has ever seen because of it.

He absolutely adores every single moment you two spend together even if it's past in silence, just having you around is enough to make him feel better.

He sometimes invites you for walks when he's really stressed out, just to have an opportunity to talk to you. You always seem to help him by just listening to Deuce and not letting him keep it in. He's a young boy with a busy mind, he surely needs more of mental support. And the only one who seems to be able to give him the time and attention he needs is you.

Leona Kingscholar

Giving: Quality time

Isn't it obvious? He couldn't care less about the others. It's very rare of him to waste time on anyone when he's got no benfit in it so, if he is still preferring you over his afternoon nap, know that you're special.

He's often finds everything and everyone boring so sleeping sounds way better than having to deal with this uninteresting reality. Spending time with you is a clear proof that in contrast to many people he enjoys having you around, you are different. But note that this isn't enough for him to let go of his lazy nature around you, most of the time it's just him taking a nap on your lap as you spoil him like the lazy cat he always is. When not as tired as usual, he may go for boardgaming or asking you for a walk. He isn't really talkative either, all that matters is that he has has chosen to be spending hid time with you.

He may refuse to admit to it but you seem to calm him down, just walking beside you gives him a sense of feeling better than usual, he doesn't know why. Your presence slowly becomes a routine, to the point of him wanting to see you everyday. And that's how he's slowly becoming obsessed.

Receiving: Acts of service

You're probably aware of his obsession with dominance; to be the first one. Growing up being the second one all over his life has took an important role in shaping his personality; so it isn't really surprising to see that he enjoys ordering people around.

Not that he'd treat you like a slave or someone he looks down to, it's more of him enjoying you spoiling him a lot. He loves attention, especially as it comes from his beloved. He isn't really into ordering you around though, he prefers you to be babysitting him by your own will. At some point it isn't much different from adopting a selfish cat, and his jerky nature isn't helping it either.

Though you should know this better than anyone else; deep inside, he isn't as bad as he seems to be. He's just a baby who seeks attention he's missed during his childhood and it takes someone as passionate and caring as you to deal with him.

Ruggie Bucchi

Giving: Acts of service

Whatever you need, it can't be much worse than what Leona might've asked for, can it? Besides, this time he isn't forced into serving someone because he has to do it. He will be helping you on his own will. He mostly means it as a way to build up a strong relationship through being productive and helpful as a partner

It may start off as a normal friendship, with him often doing nothing more playing around and chilling with you, but soon enough he'll begin to consider you a part of his own family. He may not seem to, but he does take your relationship seriously and finds himself responsible toward you and your life.He may be young, but he's got the spirits of an experienced'family man'. Ruggie is surely one of the most helpful and reliable boyfriends or partners one can ask for.

Receiving: Quality time

No joke when I say he's got the spirits of a family man. Nothing means to him more than spending time with his dear ones does and when it comes to you, you are his dearest. He tries to put your time together into the best possible use, way more than just going for walks or simply chit chatting.

He often decides on something to do with you before hand and if he couldn't come up with anything, he'd ask you for recommendations. Your time spent together may sometimes be short so he can't always go for extravagant plans.

Ice cream dates and afternoon coffees will be pretty common ways of hanging out with him. He always makes sure to order your favorite flavor unless you want to give something new a try. Doesn't really matter how you're spending time together, he never fails to make you smile through it. As long as you're happy, doesn't really matter what you're doing.

Jack howl:

Giving: Acts of service

Nothing less would be expected from our tsundere wolf boy. He's already a best friend to many around him and of course, he's an amazing one; despite his seemingly cold and unfriendly appearance he is pretty caring and protective his friends, from helping them on school work to standing up for them when they're in trouble.

Just imagine how supportive he would be if you two are not simply friends but also lovers this time. He takes no effort in helping you out no matter what the trouble is; buying groceries, studying for an exam, needing help finishing a task or simple stuff like you needing a hug or a piggy back ride.

He often fails to realize this but he's awfully sweet; if you point this out he'd surely blush all of a sudden, turn away his head and tell you that it's not true, not that you are going to buy that though. After all you know better, under those muscles and and rough skin there's an overly fluffy heart.

Giving and receiving: Quality time

Why of course he loves nothing more than spending time with his dear ones, especially his darling. He wants it to be more than just talking and doing nothing special though, that'd be a waste of time when there's hundreds of things he's willing to be doing with you.

Playing games, practicing sports and maybe hanging out with the rest of your friends are his favorites, he often appreciates the lively atmosphere. That somewhat depends on his mood though, sometimes he wants to get rid of the quiet pace and other times, all he needs is to be alone with you as he takes a short nap. He'd love it even more if you play with his tail or rub his ears while he's pretending to be asleep.

Azul Ashengrotto

Giving: Quality time

Running the mostrolounge and managing the whole Octavinelle at the same time is quite hard; you can clearly see that he's much of an overly busy person. If there's one thing Azul prefers over money and power, that'll be you and only you. You can see the big deal here, he's offering you the worthiest thing he's got: his time.

He may not directly address it but he wants to show that he cares for you just as much as he cares for business, that no matter what great powers he's dealing with everyday; you'd still get to have your special time with him alone.

He's pretty considering toward the conversations you'd get to have at this short time; he may enjoy talking about his experiments in mostrolounge or the latest contracts he's made with the students, but in case that you don't really appreciate talking or hearing about them, he'd quickly switch to a topic which would match your tastes, something that'll make you enjoy you time with him. If he's spending time with him, he's got to make sure that it'll be spent well: He'd be a good listener, an understanding partner and in summary, a great lover.

Receiving: Physical touch

His body has always been his weakness; an isolated child afraid of who's been mocked because of his chubby body and now, an affectionate young boy who doesn't know just how sensitive he is to his darling's touch. Even the very simple physical affections such as hugging and forehead kisses would make him melt, he'd refuse to accept but you can clearly see that he's touch starved.

He's got a balance of hating to be touched and wanting it so badly, which mostly depends on the person touching him. It's pretty hard for him to let someone in and even his close friends make him feel insecure sometimes, so he decides to keep his softer parts for you and only you. He does want to be touched but by you and just you. He feels safe in your embrace and loved under your kiss, you can either send him to heavens or set him on fire.

He is weak for you, and this is why you'll br the only one who'd ever get to see this side of him. If he's supposed to be in control it's going to be for you and only you. He belongs to you.

Jade Leech

Giving: Acts of service

You'll be the lady/lord and he'll be the butler, loyal and elegant. Doesn't really need you to be pushing him into it since he enjoys playing the rule of the servant on his own, you can say that he enjoys spoiling you.

Phrasing you is also counted as aprt of his daily duties, never to be forgotten. He makes sure to remind you that he loves you everyday, maybe a small kiss or a wink too alongside of it. Give him the opportunity and he'll help you with almost anything; having your meals prepared, helping you get dressed, shopping, etc.

His favorite would be preparing your morning/afternoon tea or coffee depending on your taste. His main point is to impress you, but he'd appreciate it even more if you are the hard to satisfy type, the more challenging, the better. Sometimes he enjoys being humiliated as well because it encourages him to work harder until he hears that awfully rare 'thank you' from his darling.

Receiving: Quality time

His darling is probably going to be one of the most interesting people he's ever met; not all people get to catch his attention after all. He finds spending time with you not only thrilling but also important; as lovers you two are supposed to be each other's closest friends as well, so what may be more important than spending time together when you've got a choice?

Your time together will usually be spent with you talking and him listening as he loves nothing more than hearing your voice, maybe having something too drink to as you talk. He likes asking you questions; How was your day? Did you get to sleep well last night? Is there anything special you're going to do this afternoon? etc.

Though he's careful not to get to the point of bothering you with them. He often leaves deciding on what you should do together to you, but if it's ever on him it'll most likely end ups being a nature investigation date; mostly mountains and lakes. He'd absolutely love it if his darling is into nature as much he is, that'd be even better if the darling is a mushroom lover! He enjoys finding similar interests between you and him, makes him believe in your relationship being the perfect match even more.

Floyd Leech

Giving: Physical touch

Not to be dirty, but he genuinely enjoys it when you're close, your warm bodies touching and your breaths meeting. As he tightly squeezes you. The feeling is ...priceless.

It's mainly because it's something one can do only with his closest ones; he means to show that he's way more than just a friend. Normal friends won't tightly squeeze each other from behind, normal friends won't give each other pocky kisses and small bites on neck, normal friends would never touch each other like lovers touch, and that's why he wants there to be a difference.

He'd probably be really pissed off he sees anyone but him laying a finger on you. Even as it's just a small hug or friends' handholding. It low-key disgusts him. He wants to be your one and only, no one but him should ever be this close to you.

On the top of that, he has a thing for leaving marks behind~ You probably know how sharp those teeth of his are. He isn't into taking advantage of you, but he loves teasing you. Kissing and biting special spots such as your cheek would be one his favorite although he rarely gives it a try; unless...

Giving and Receiving: Quality time

Just as said, he isn't one to be easily attached to others; therefore his darling is surely someone special in too many terms. No need to be greatly rich or beautiful to attract him, he wants someone whom he finds interesting. Someone he enjoys getting to know better and having his time spent with.

His darling would be one of the very few people who hardly ever tire him, therefore it's always a new adventure when he gets to spend his time with you. He is willing to hear your ideas, see the way you think and possibly, how different you may be compared to Floyd.

Doesn't really matter what you're doing, let it be another study session together or taking his time to check on you after his classes; he'd appreciate it anyway. You willing to spend time with him is a sign of you preferring him over the rest of your friends, you could've been with anyone, yet you chose him. Meanwhile, wants to see his darling as excited as himself about getting to be together, it'll be pretty frustrating if he's the only one enjoying this relationship after all, wouldn't it?