#its too dang warm

[archerinventive]

This summer heat got me like...

To all my American friends. If you're in need of a cool place to hide from the heat, please check out your local cooling centers.

Follow the link below to find the nearest center to you.

Stay safe and cool, my friends.

[berryblu-soda]

Overproofed mah breaaaaad

[kitmoas]

Tell us about your crush(es?)!

[yan-randomfandom]

i love your writings sm!! It's literally so good i keep coming back to see if you've updated udgshsj 😔😔 💖💖

This might be kinda a weird idea but I want to share this idea of yandere robot ford &/or stanley-

Here's a small drabble

So so reader's like a researcher/mechanic or smth similar to that, and one day they found this strange robot their backbyard and they see that the robot's conditions are not too damaged and it look like its intended to look like a human, reader became intrigued so they took it back inside and decided to repair it. They saw that the robot's label spelling out "ST4NF0R5/ST4NL33". it took days for them to try reactive the robot.. one night reader slept on their desk, and suddenly light appears on the robot's eyes and as he scanned the environment, his eyes landed on your sleeping figure.

i'd love to see your interpretation of this if it isn't too weird !!! Can be HC's or small scenario, preferably romantic but it's up to you!! 🥹🥹

Tysm for your time i hope you have a great day!! 💗

p.s can i be 🪴 anon?

Yandere!Robot!Pines x GN!Reader

a/n: thank you 🪴 anon!! i love the lil robot idea you have, very interesting 👀 I also decided to continue your drabble, which is super well-written btw 😭

Also we won't have a specific twin here, but he'll be called Stan. The first syllable Reader nicknames for. But you can imagine any Stan!

🤖 ;

You wave your hand repeatedly in front of the robot's face.

No response. How strange.

The reports indicated recent activity. His motherboard and circuits were slightly warm, which was unusual for decommissioned robots, and some motors even seemed out of place.

You were supposed to run tests today to see if the robot was still functioning, but it seems that it was ahead of itself.

It didn't make anything less confusing, though. Did it turn on while you were sleeping? Why isn't it reacting now?

With a defeated sigh, you lean back in your chair, loosely chalking the situation up to a faulty powerhouse. Guess you're just too good at fixing stuff. You'll have to observe it more later.

For now, you should really eat breakfast—you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. A bit too fixated on the robot you found.

You placed its cracked glasses back on, your eyes lingering over him.

No further signs of movement; he remained still. You're keeping an eye on this one, because right now, you're slightly paranoid he might explode on you.

Oh, well. There's plenty of time.

You headed to the kitchen and grabbed your usual jar, your fingers wrapping around the lid.

A grunt left your lips. A bit tighter than what you're used to.

You tried to open it again, this time having your hand underneath your shirt.

Dang.

Suddenly, the jar was taken from you and, with ease, got popped open by a large hand.

Your jaw dropped.

The robot you had been fixing for the last couple days stood in front of you—no support, and no external control.

Stan placed the jar on your counter, his mechanical eyes locking onto yours. His stare felt almost reserved, calculating.

You merely stood there in disbelief for the next few seconds.

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"This is amazing! I didn't think you'd be active so soon," you rambled, scrambling around the room for your notebook. "Just give me a moment. Where did I put that darn thing..."

Stan quietly watched you. His eyes tracked your every movement, never leaving you for a second.

"Found it!" you chirped, holding the notebook triumphantly in one hand. You walked over to the robot, gesturing toward the chair behind him.

"Please, take a seat! You might not be, uh, oof—"

Instead, you found yourself gently pushed down into the chair. He looked down at you, his gaze lingering, before stepping away. That was an act of service, you noted. You cleared your throat.

"...And that brings me to my first question!" You uncapped your pen, positioning the tip on your notebook.

"What is your purpose?"

Stan paused, seemingly processing your words. You'd never actually heard him speak before so you're a little on the edge of your seat.

"...As an artificial intelligence," he started. You almost clicked your tongue at his voice. It was gruff, perhaps a feature, but either way, you could tell it lacked a stable voicebox.

"I provide day-to-day assistance and companionship," he continued, blinking robotically. Stan didn't say anything more after that.

"A companion, huh," you hummed, jotting down your newfound discoveries.

You assumed that his creator must have been incredibly lonely if they had to resort to building robots. Not that you're judging them; after all, you understood the feeling of being an outcast from society. If you had to dig deeper into Stan's appearance, his design looked oddly specific. Maybe he was based on a real person—?

"You are not my creator."

Your hand stopped writing.

"...Oh, shoot," you gasped, standing from your chair. "You're right. I haven't even introduced myself!"

He stared down at you, his height suddenly feeling like it was looming over you. You swallowed the lump of your throat before continuing.

"I'm—"

"You are not my creator," he repeated. "But you fixed me. Why?"

"Well... I—"

Stan purred within his robotic body. "I suppose it doesn't matter. My creator dismantled me, and I must make sure you don't do the same."

His large hands gripped you by your sides. You panicked, your heart rate increasing. He must have noticed.

"Do not worry. I am merely fulfilling my purpose."

bonus draft:

You grinned, letting Stan take your laundry basket.

"Aw, geez, I had it," you snickered, crossing your arms. You watched him put the clothes one by one for drying.

"It is more efficient this way," he replied as he continued to his task.

this was supposed to be longer but yeeaaahh

[porblegames]

I've gotten some requests on how to make my trash terrain for 6mm sci-fi or modern miniatures. So I made a little tutorial. Enjoy!

The stuff you'll need: - Plasticard - Brass rod - Air drying clay foam - Bits of 6mm miniatures

Start by making a plasticard footprint, cut into an organic shape. Can't go wrong with kidney bean!

Gather some miniatures to use in our junk pile. We're not gonna cover the whole pile with them, just sprinkle them throughout. This is a good use for your misprints and broken minis, so don't throw them misprints away; use them for terrain.

The trash pile needs a "spine" of brass rod. Attach the brass rod with some glue and let it dry. If you don't give the plasticard a sturdy spine, the plasticard will bend and curl as the glue dries and you'll be super sad.

This is the kind of clay to use. Its super light and dries rubbery, not brittle like regular clay.

Attach some clay blobs onto the plasticard with glue and smooth them out. You'll need less clay than you think because the miniatures are gonna go into it and make it expand.

Sink your miniatures into the clay. I like to add cut up rectanlges of platicard to help cover the edge where it isn't smooth. Let the whole thing dry overnight.

Prime it black.

I usually paint it in sections. Base coat with a dark color. I'm going with purple, but you could brown or blue or gray too.

Free hand some geometric shapes with black. The shapes should be of very irregular. You can let the lines be messy at this step, we're just mapping out the freehand portion. Color in some of the shapes with black to imply negative space.

Base coat the shapes between the black lines in a couple different colors. I mix a little orange into the purple to make a warm brown. I base some of the shapes with a gray blue. A few others I pick out by mixing green or grey with the purple. This is the step where we want our lines to be (relatively) neat and tidy. Let the shapes expand a bit beyond their black line borders from the previous step.

Add another layer to the shapes to raise the intensity. Some shapes get more coverage than others, to make it more random.

More layers, mixing in more orange into the purple. I brighten the slate blue by adding a light pink.

Finish with some highlight layers. This is done by adding light pink to the blues/oranges/greens.

Add some dots of random colors in the remaining black space.

Go around the whole pile like so, until you cover the whole dang thing.

Then paint the miniatures in it. I paint the miniatures a bit brighter and with different colors than the freehand to make them stick out. And there you go. Trash time! Thanks for reading!

[livelaughlovekny]

You apply ointment on his hands

Notes: Original AU, Gender neutral reader , 2nd person POV,

Summary: Before the war, the both of you fall into a routine where you apply ointment on his hands.

a/n: oh dang its been a while guys. this is really short btw !!

  He was most definitely indulging you. Which demon slayer has not had their fair share of blisters and skin rubbed raw from training? As Hashiras, it is absolutely not a surprise that you have all gotten to used to the pain. In fact, your hands were probably roughed up and used to it. Only idiots who had too much free time would even attempt to heal the wounds on their hands. Muichirou was, without a doubt, not of one them. Yet, he never objects when you would unscrew the cap of a small bottle of ointment and gesture for him to hold out his hands after a long day of training.

  Maybe it came as a surprise to you the first time he obliged without any hesitation, but really, deep in both of your hearts, you both knew that this was just the calm before the storm – every act of affection that could be shown is a luxury. He never expresses his longing and love outright, though he has been more open ever since he came back from the blacksmiths, but neither did you. Perhaps it was because saying those three little words aloud would be your breaking points, the one thing that could prevent the both of you from joining the war. It’s really unfair but at least you are the given the chance to have these little peaceful moments where the only thing that mattered was him and you.

  With one hand gently holding one of his, you dig lightly into the oil with your other. Gently running your finger across the rough surface of his calloused hands, you hum a little. You trace the lines on his palm and draw little circles on it, noting for the nth time how he’s not ticklish at all.

  Muichirou watched you intently, his focus on you and only you. He watched as you determinedly but gently apply the ointment onto his hands, the way your brows furrowed ever so slightly, as if the rough edges of his palm frustrated you. He thinks that it does. He can guess why but doesn’t allow himself to think too deeply into it. After all, you too had the same rough edges and blisters on your palms but you didn’t seem to care about that. He notes with mild irritation at himself for not offering to care for your hands too. It’s unfortunate, but he realises that he’s too embarrassed to do the same. One day, he promises to himself as he continues watching you.

  His left palm glistens a little from the oil but it’s a while before you switch to his other hand. Repeating the same procedure, you slowly apply the oil onto his right palm. Despite knowing how he was un-ticklish and numbed to small pains such as these, you still took great care in rubbing the ointment into his palm. You enjoyed this feeling. This feeling you get when you are able to care for him. It’s a warm and fulfilling one. When you are done, you slowly let go of his hand, seemingly reluctant to do so. To your surprise, Muichirou grabs and entwines your fingers together. A new kind of silence falls over you two.

  The both of you stay in the state for a while. The oily sensation from the ointment on his hands wasn’t pleasant but neither of you minded. Holding his hand, you could feel how calloused his hands were and briefly wondered, if maybe, somehow, in another world, he would have the smoothest and prettiest hands you had ever seen. Hands that proved that he had never had to suffer through the ordeals he did in this one. In that moment, you wondered how much you would like to see him with smooth hands and if that was why you had even bothered to start this routine.

a/n: so it turns out i can still write, albeit terribly, when I'm avoiding work !!

[dumplingsfordays]

Reading 30 Strales and omg Blade smelling like citrus sounds amazing. I've been playing for about 3 weeks and after fulling catching up on the trailblazer quests I was like dang blade kills people a lot right, he probably smells like blood 24/7 that's so gross. All this to say... reject logic, I agree that blade smells like citrus. Do you have thoughts on what any of the others would smell like?

what the hsr men smell like

ft. blade, gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, luocha, and welt

cw!: mentions of blood, no pronouns for reader mentioned, implied relationship, cuddling, swearing, super fluffy :)

note - thank you so much for reaching out to me omg 🥺 i reject logic too so that's how the whole citrus thing came to be ajsjdk. also i know absolutely nothing about colognes/fragrances so i'm sorry if i mess some of these up ;-; hope you're having a great day/night though pookie <3

and as always, thank you for reading :)

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blade

~ as mentioned above, def smells like citrus and bergamot.

~ sometimes you can catch a little metallic-y whiff of (cough cough) def not blood (cough cough), but it never lasts for long - when he hugs you, the smell of oranges invades your senses like a light summer breeze~

~ and don't get me started on how obsessed he is w this scent. if he stays somewhere for even 1-2 days, you know he's bringing along his 3 freakin citrus-scented candles!!

~ please run your fingers thru his hair when you're hanging out or cuddling. please. he will melt from headpats and your fingers will smell like his shampoo for the rest of the day, and since you love the scent of gentle lime, why not?

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gepard

~ omg this man!! he's totally giving cashmere + hot cocoa for some reason??? he doesn't really use cologne/fragrances and prefers his natural scent, but does use cashmere and vanilla body wash + shampoo.

~ like sure, after a busy day at work or training he'll kinda smell like sweat but will immediately take a shower when he gets home. he hates being sweaty and thinks it's icky if he does for too long-

~ and when you snuggle up to him for cuddle time on a day off, you just wanna stay there forever bc his scent envelops you like a blanket on freezing winter nights <3

~ overall very comforting and warm, just like Gepard himself!! (cries in human heater vibes)

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jing yuan

~ musk + cinnamon + a little bit of spice, and def uses cologne.

~ actually wants to smell nice and puts in the effort!! changes his sheets, washes his clothes, showers every day (but washes his hair every 3 days or so bc haircare)

~ speaking of haircare, this man's big on it. most of his haircare products smell like the aforementioned musk and cinnamon, but he uses this one cream that smells like cloves and you freakin adore it. sometimes you borrow it so that whenever you're going out and he's busy with his big boy general duties, it feels like he's with u <3

~ and ughhhh his bedroom smells like him so whenever you guys have le cuddle time you fall asleep almost immediately. ofc he eventually does too (bc he loves how u smell too pookie, don't tell him i said that though he would kill me aksjskd) and you're so warm and soft and how could he not fall asleep??

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dan heng

~ very ocean-y (salty?), small hints of eucalyptus and cypress as well. when he uses cologne he uses very, very little, but he actually has 2 separate colognes, one for the ocean-y cypress, and the other for the eucalyptus

~ i feel like this is kinda a bold statement but he uses bath bombs. like he gets a bath bomb that smells like mint, gets in the bathtub w it, and glides his thumbs over its surface bc he likes the texture-

~ he might not be the cleanest man in the universe, but he sure does smell like it!! something about eucalyptus and cypress and mint and a hint of ocean breeze is chillingly refreshing and tbh you kinda dig it :D

~ mornings w dan heng. omfg they are ethereal bc he literally smells angelic??? like a gentle freshness yk and the pillows smell like him too so lazy mornings are def a thing that you guys love sharing <3

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luocha

~ oooo he's kinda a wild card imo, but personally, i think that he smells like jasmine + honey (not just bc of his idle + technique!! pinky promise)

~ he lowkey smells a little like freshly-cut grass, very light n refreshing. however, jasmine takes center stage, and if you really bury your face in his long-ass hair, you can catch a whiff of chamomile :))

~ super big on herbal teas and honey as well - i hc that he brings a water bottle w him that's just green tea n honey so when you're close to his face (cuddling, hugging, etc) the honey adds this sweetness that blends super well w the aforementioned chamomile + jasmine <3

~ like jing yuan, super involved in haircare!! he does use less products, but you still freakin adore this chamomile shampoo that he uses. avid believer in aromatherapy, prob uses essential oils (not for curing cancer ofc)

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welt

~ coffee and amberwood!! both are deep and rich scents and he probably uses cologne in very small amounts aksjdks

~ coffee addict and the scent faintly lingers, so the amberwood is really more prominent, but overall i promise he doesn't smell like dust or smth, he's not that old he takes good care of himself :))

~ burns incense in his room bc it helps him relax and concentrate on his drawings, so he does have a little resin smell to him, but you don't mind bc it's actually quite comforting. he once almost caused a fire bc he dropped a lit match onto the carpet but we don't talk about that-

~ loves to hug you so whenever he does, you always feel so cozy and loved and aaaaa ya'll are so cute i can't <3 and since he's pretty tall he sometimes rests his head on top of yours and hugs you from behind like that and you melt immediately bc it's like a blanket!! but smells super nice!!

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[trailedstar]

LIPSTICK SMEARS

﹙ BOOTHILL x MALE READER﹚ petnames (babe, darling), reader not explicitly feminine just dabbles in makeup, pure fluff, references to boothill's backstory but very vague. 611 wc

꒰ you always fancied yourself a bright red lip, deciding to use your boyfriend as a way to blot off that excess makeup!

bright red lipstick twirled from an ornate golden tube, intricate details forged into its material. the candlelight danced across its surface, casting shadows that flickered and swayed like flames themselves.

as your lips parted, the smooth, waxy cylinder hovered just above them, ready to release its scarlet payload. the tip of the lipstick nudged against your lips, guiding them as you pressed forward, feeling the cool wax against your skin.

with delicate strokes, you traced the contour of your lips, blending the color seamlessly into the natural creases and curves. the soft, supple texture of the lipstick melted onto your skin, leaving a sheen that seemed to catch the candlelight.

“ah— too much.” you mumbled slightly, glancing into the mirror. the lipstick, once appearing thinly applied, now looked heavy on your lips. a pout formed, that certainly wouldn’t do.

"i think ya look fine, darlin'.. i don’ mind kissin’ ya with too much lipstick." boothill shrugged as a grin played on his lips, those razor sharp teeth never managing to look intimidating to you.

“well, if you don’t mind…” you whispered, standing up from the plush seating before the vanity as you set the golden tube down on the wooden surface.

taking the opportunity, you climbed on top of boothill, legs straddling his metal waist. calculating your next move, boothill’s eyes locked onto yours, finding heaven is those gorgeous hues. heaven wasn’t plush clouds and golden gates as far as the eye could see. it took the form of the man sitting on him, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes and lips painted bright red. your fingers tangled through his black locks as you whispered his name.

“h, hey now, lil’ gentleman…” stutters left boothill, an echo of an angel in your ears. the heaven you adored rested on your fingertips, cool metal remnants of him from the edges of his cover to the entirety of his soul.

blood buzzed in his ears, his mind awash with embarrassment as you peppered down kisses on the cold metal. red smeared across the alloy surface, lipstick staining it like a declaration of possession. your lips were like magnets, drawing him closer. his mechanical limbs shuddered under the weight of your touch, the heat from your skin feeling as if it were burning through the synthetic fibers.

“dang… yer somethin’” he muttered, still looking at the way you moved. the feel of your lips on him, so soft and warm, sent shivers through his metal frame — a reminder of what he once was. it was an odd sensation, to feel a shred of his former human self, to feel something so lifelike, he couldn't deny it. he could feel the blood pulsing through his synthetic veins, the heat of your breath on his cold, metal chest.

“you said you didn’t mind.” you hummed softly, thumb brushing against one of your kiss marks causing the waxy red to smear across the surface. grinning teasingly, you kissed another mark onto boothill.

“ya got me there, babe… i didn’t expect ya ta do… that.” metal fingers brushed the back of black hair, itching it embarrassingly.

“mm… you look good with all these.” mumbling beneath you breath, you pulled back to admire your artwork. his alloy body was littered with red lipstick marks, an elegant display of possession. your own promise to never allow your beloved to face the same pain he once did.

“maybe ya should make some more on me, darlin’” boothill’s metal fingertips brushed against your lips, the red smearing down onto your chin as he smirked.

“as my beautiful boy wishes..” you matched his smirk as you moved to continue raining more kisses.

trailedstar. do not plagarise, repost, or translate without my permission.

[partycatty]

johnny cage > keep it down

it's hard to focus on johnny's movie when he's aching and needy under your shared blanket.

warnings: handjorb... got bored and decided to give this an... exotic twist.

notes: @spacepl4ant i hope you like what i did to your idea LMAO

[ masterlist ]

• johnny's getting on in years, and you often poke fun at him for falling asleep in his comically large recliner, or his complaints about the younger generation when he gets a little too nostalgic. as famous as he is now, he defends his prime like a religion. this includes a movie night every week, and you half-protest to his own films each time. unfortunately for you, you caved when he gave you his world famous puppy eyes. damn him and his manipulative pleading stare!

• he was eerily silent about halfway through, lips sucked in firm and brows furrowed, hips adjusting ever so slightly every few minutes. he looked feverish, a little offputting, and his radiating heat was hard to ignore.

• the sighs and borderline whines were enough to fully grab your attention. "everything alright over there?" you glance at his form, his pajamas even still flattering his form beyond belief. he returns a side-eyed look, like a dog caught eating plastic.

• "mmh?" his exhale has a pathetic hum to it, lids low and pupils blown out. you'd been with johnny long enough to know that look, the one of sudden arousal. his sex drive was incredible for a guy his age, you were truly blessed, weren't you?

• you hum back, chuckling at his neediness as your hand snakes along his pajama-clad thigh. slowly gliding your hand up to his yes-yes zone, you catch a feel of his meatstick.

• "need some help there?" you smirk up at him, shuffling closer and shifting your torso to face him better. his grin is lazy, nodding twice with a droopy head before stealing a quick kiss from your parted lips.

• "you know me too well," he shifts his hips forward, fingers already notching into his waistband and tugging down his pants leaving only a starry pair of boxers. you two share a cute giggle that quickly turns into desperate groans, clashing your lips together as the heat settles into the situation.

• johnny couldn't wait a moment more, he never could, and puts your hand in his as he slowly glides across his gear shifter. you feel its length and weight as you lift it from his thigh, stroking his weewee through his underwear.

• his head rolls back, already being overwhelmed from the way you squeeze his pork whistle to make it throb and hips writhe in desperation. precum wets his boxers, sticky with his horniness for you at any given moment. you were his drug, and he couldn't help but be turned on every moment he laid his eyes on you. a quiet room, hum of a movie, and warm blanket set things over for him tonight.

• you grip and tease his lincoln log in spiral strokes, and his hips twitch upward at the sudden change in movement. johnny fears that if you two get beyond his underwear, he might cum from the skin contact alone.

• johnny's weenor aches, a tight fist in his pants that takes over his senses as he covers his face with his forearm, biting his bottom lip as pathetic whimpers escapes his lips. it was cute to unwind such a big, dominant man on his submissive days, which were few and far in between.

• your fingers dance on the waistband of his underwear, sliding up and down his salt and pepper happy trail. he unshields his eyes for only a second, breathing a deep groan when he gets a good look at your hand bobbing underneath the plush blanket.

• "fuck, fuck, m'so good for me-" is all he can muster to say, curses and praises pouring from his lips that are borderline incoherent when you grip his tinky winky at last, running your thumb along the length of his juanito and coating it in his seemingly endless stream of precum. he was slick and in need of more friction, teetering on the edge of begging. johnny never begs.

• johnny's fingers dig into the armrest of the couch, bucking his hips up and fucking his danger noodle into your palm. he wanted to take what he wanted, attempting to take control but it felt so fucking hard when you were in control. his eyes felt wet and glassy, brows furrowed so hard his forehead was beginning to ache.

• his hotdog beat hard in your hand, his heartbeat and needy throbs increasingly more prevalent as he neared his end. johnny could feel it, knowing he was close, and you could tell through his whimpers that only spill out when he's dangerously close. he hooks his fingers on the blanket, tugging it down to his thighs with a deep moan as he finally gets a good view of your hand reaching into his pajama pants and stroking his disco stick with such fervor it was going to make him cry at the sight.

• you bite your lip as you focus, your arm growing tired of the consistent motion but purely motivated by his whimpers and cries for release, a sound you wish to never forget.

• at the last possible moment, johnny wraps his large hand over yours, stroking his pickle rick alongside yours at a lightning pace. it was what he needed, more than anything, to paint both of your hands with his cum and stuff it into your pretty mouth.

• the thought sends him over the edge, his skin flute twitching with each rope of cum that shoots out. your hands, his stomach and thighs were quickly painted, a complete mess made of his arousal and johnny could just grin with the least amount of shame one man could have.

• "i love when you take control," he breathlessly admits, admiring the way you slowly and lazily stroke his slowly softening yogurt hose. "it's not often, but it drives me fuckin' crazy, you know."

• "i know," you place a chaste kiss to his lips, grinning into his face as your noses brush against each other. "you look so pretty when i do."

• "you always know how to flatter me," he pats your thigh with his clean hand, glancing down at his filthy one after. he chuckles dryly, displaying his palm to you and spreading his fingers apart to show the mess he made. "get a towel for me, sugar? i'd do it myself but i'd rather not leave a trail."

• "you're gross," you swat at his shoulder, which causes zero effect on his large figure. he just grins sleepily in response, shrugging ever so slightly. he knows you'll take him either way.

• "awh, we missed the best part!" he flutters a hand at you as you walk off, eyes transfixed on the screen once more. "ohh, that scene took days to shoot!"

• "you just came in my hand and you went straight back to the tv," you sarcastically groan, returning with a wet rag to wipe his thighs and stomach clean. "we should really stop all these movie nights."

• he puts a hand to his chest with an offended gasp. "what are you saying?"

• "i'm sayiiiing," you pull lint from his shirt. "that we need to just keep it down and stop the funny business if you want me to actually watch your movies."

• "you love it," he beckons toward you and you cuddle up to his side, the blanket discarded as the heat would have left you two sweaty after all that's happened. "so... should i rewind, orrrr...?"

[pupyuj]

[cw: smut, g!p, overstimulation, masturbation]

almost lost my train of thought here... but i was thinking about minjeong and short-circuited,, yknow.. the usual 😵‍💫 this is so long it might as well have been a full fic 😭😭 i probably said 'minjeong' way too many times here but ignore me okay i love her name...

EDIT: I GOT THE CWS WRONGJDJCNGK

your perv virgin bff minjeong who's always thinking about fucking you :(( even in some of her dreams you're there.. naked and telling her to give in to her temptations and then she wakes up with the most horrible hard on ever that she has to calm herself down 😭😭 but like she definitely could fuck you bcs it's not like you're a prude and you have slept with your other friends before,, but minjeong chickens out every time she could talk to you about it,,, how could she even talk about it?! her, the shy and 'pathetic' kim minjeong, asking for you, the sweet and charming (y/n) to have sex with her?? no, minjeong thinks she doesn't deserve that privilege 💔

bbut likeeee what if you invite her over to your house for your weekly movie nights,, minjeong arriving on time just like always, thinking the night was going to be just like the others where she has to try and keep her urges controlled while she watches you snore next to her 😭 and she's seeing you in one of your cute pajamas sets again and has a little mental breakdown inside her head bcs her bff was so dang cute :(( but she's also growing a fucking boner again bcs when is she not???? thank god you never minded that minjeong had a dick bcs she knew that if you were to take a glance down, you would see the very obvious tent in her sweatpants 😟🫣

minjeong sitting down on your bed, all changed in her pajamas and lazily browsing your movie collection,,, hiding her hard on under one of your plushies bcs ofc she had to be staring at your plump ass the entire time you walked around your room 😩

"shit,, i'm sorry minjeong, i forgot to buy us packets of hot chocolate earlier," you said, pouting cutely.

"it's okay, we can just have the bread and the other snacks," minjeong smiles at you, finding this side of yourself very endearing .

"mmm but i wanted a warm drink," you mumbled . just then, minjeong got a sick thought in her head that made her blush so hard, she had to focus her eyes back on the tv. ugh she was such a dirty-minded girl, she thought of you gulping up her cum like it was a cup of hot chocolate :((

"i'll run down to the convenience store real quick! will you be okay here?" and minjeong nodded. you've left her alone in your house before and usually she just stayed in your room and scrolled through her phone . "i'll lock the door, don't worry. i'll be back in a few!" and then you were gone. minjeong finally gets rid of the plushie on her lap and looked at her throbbing hard cock, her face all red . she was hopeless . she can't possibly try and get rid of it, she was in your room! you'd immediately know if your best friend decided to jack off and come on your bed! eventually, minjeong decided to just distract herself and pray that her cock will calm down on its own... and what does she do? walk around your room and clean up .

she arranged your plushies on your bed, fixed the framed pictures sitting atop your bookshelf, slid a few books back inside your bookshelf, cleaned up your study table and vanity mirror, then she makes her way inside your bathroom, where she saw a few of your dirty clothes lying on the floor . clicking her tongue, she picks it all up and throws it inside your dirty laundry basket... except a thin, purple pair of panties that she couldn't stop looking at while holding it in her hands. and oh no, there her boner goes again...

fuck, this was impossible. she has to do something, right??? you were going to be out and about for who knows how long... it should be okay, right???

minjeong making her way back to your bed with a sense of urgency :(( nearly tripping over her own feet trying to pull her pajama pants and panties off,, sitting back down on your bed, her cock hanging in the air,, oh she so knew this was wrong in all ways but she has to calm herself before you arrive or else she'll go through the embarrassment of you noticing her hard cock halfway through the night and possibly tease her about it :(((

meanwhile... you're rushing back to your house with a bag full of hot chocolate packets and a few extra snacks bcs you're paranoid that some guy might break in and hurt your little minjeong sjsndjkfkdf calling out to your best friend as soon as you're inside, taking off your flip flops and jacket and heading to the kitchen to heat up some water when you hear... groaning? oh god did somebody actually break in??!!! you rushing up the stairs with only minjeong's safety in mind and coming to a complete stop in front of your bedroom door when you hear minjeong's voice moaning... your name...?? you left the door slightly open earlier, so you took a peek inside...

lo and behold, your best friend, the sweetest, most innocent girl you know, has your favorite pair of panties wrapped around her hard cock 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 she doesn't notice you standing by the door yet, too lost in pleasure and too focused on getting herself to come . she's bucking her hips against the fabric, where the tiniest bit of your own slick from when you were wearing it before remain.. but then she puts your panties against her nose and inhaled, finding your scent so addicting... she's simultaneously jerking herself off and within the next seconds, she came with a whine.. and you watched as her cum spurted out of her cock and onto your bedsheets...

"holy fuck minjeong." bcs what else were you supposed to say!?

poor minjeong nearly bursting into tears when she realizes that you've watched her,, immediately hiding her cock underneath your blankets and dropping your panties on the floor,,, "i-i-i... you're s-supposed to be gone... you weren't supposed to see all that..!!" she's so embarrassed, it's almost heartbreaking 😔 but see, what minjeong doesn't know is that you don't give a fuck.

approaching her on the bed, standing by the side and grabbing her face, "minjeong.. don't cry, it's okay," you're saying bcs now the poor girl was actually in tears :(((

"i'm so s-sorry, (y/n)... i know i'm fucking weird.. i h-had to do something about it, i'm sorry..." ugh it really hurt to see your best friend like this :(( but.. you did say before that you would do anything to cheer her up... and what better way to do that than to relieve her?? ☺️☺️☺️

minjeong's eyes nearly bulging out of her head when you pulled the blanket off of her legs, freeing her still hard cock... taking off your pajama top and climbing on your bed, on your knees, face down and so dangerously close to minjeong's cock... "i got you, minjeong... you don't even have to ask." and her mind completely goes blank when you planted a kiss on her tip 😵‍💫😩

easing her length into your mouth bcs unexpectedly enough, minjeong was surprisingly big :((( feeling your pussy clench at the way her cock twitched as you pushed it deeper and deeper down your throat steadily... looking up at minjeong and seeing her completely entranced by how your mouth feels on her cock.. she was so cute </3 finally bobbing your head up and down slowly, dragging your lips on her shaft and simultaneously licking off her cum from before...

minjeong was completely frozen, convinced that she was stuck in a daydream bcs she never once thought that you would do this with her :(((( you putting her hand on your head, silently pleading her to use your mouth with your eyes but minjeong's virgin ass doesn't know what to do at alllll 😭😭😭 so she just pets your head and nods at you cutely, as if to tell you to keep on doing what you're doing ugh she's so stupid...

rolling your eyes and deciding to do it all on your own, moving your head up and down faster and faster, making yourself gag when minjeong's cock touches the back of your throat,,, minjeong nearly screaming out as she came,, her warm cum filled up your mouth, and you're swallowing every drop <333

"thank you... thank you, (y/n)..." minjeong says, completely out of her head... and you just laugh at her bcs oh, poor girl doesn't know what was coming... you're suddenly pulling her down on the bed, making her lay flat on her back while you took off your pajama pants and panties,,, minjeong staring at you with wide eyes... on one hand she thought you pussy was really pretty but on the other, holy fuck she was so turned on 😵‍💫

"don't think i never see you checking my ass out, minjeong. you're not as slick as you think, baby," you wink at her before turning yourself around facing minjeong's legs and bending down a little, pushing your ass against her cock. oh god she knew exactly what you were going to do,,, you lifted yourself up, spread your folds open, and dropped your cunt on minjeong's cock,,

both of you moaning loudly at the feeling,, gripping minjeong's ankle as you fucked yourself onto her cock,, your best friend watching your ass jiggle every time you dropped down,, fuck she could come just by the sight alone she's so weak for you :((((

"mmhm..! you should've told me, minjeong... you really should have told me you were so big.. ahh...! i would have let you fuck me sooner... so much sooner..." you were moaning like crazy, riding her deeper and faster, hitting all of your sweet spots with your best friend's cock 🫠 a part of you have always wanted to use her like this.. minjeong was so timid and always needed you,, you should have known that she need you in this way too!

"f-from now on.. you won't get to suffer anymore, baby... a-ahhn... i'll let you fuck me whenever you need me... o-okay? just call me and i'll be there, alright...? fuck...! i'm your best friend after all," oh, you were driving minjeong crazyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she was gripping your ass now, ruthlessly slamming her cock inside you, completely driven by her desire for you 😳 she's scratching your lower back, sure to leave marks and small wounds but you don't mind of course 😩

ehehejdejd minjeong suddenly having the courage to get up, push you onto your knees, all fours on your bed, and then pounding into you from behinddd 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"fucking finally.. knew you had it in you... come on, harder... fuck me, minjeong...!!"

and that she does! tiny grunts in your ear as she thrusting her cock into you as best as she can,, ofc she's a little clumsy but you know she'll make up for it in the future... you'll be there to help her ☺️ minjeong whining in your ear, holding your hands, biting on your shoulder as she cums inside you :((( you're coming too, and you sounded so heavenly to her... your moans were definitely sounds that she wants to hear her whole life...

the two of you definitely fuck all night 😭😭😭 in between movies and sips of hot chocolate, minjeong just can't get enough of youuu 💖💖

[lovehotelreservation]

it's one in the dang morning on a tuesday and leona's woken you up for a midnight snack. what, like it's your fault he slept right through dinner time again? you're not even that hungry! (sixty nine, facesitting)

"Oi, just because you're not hungry--"

The fact that Leona--notorious for being a proponent against the concept and philosophy of effort--was even bothering to speak while his mouth was currently occupied was astounding to you.

After all, while he continued to lie comfortably beneath you, his lips were much too busy with switching between kisses and suckles against your drooling center, his tongue savoring your slickness with each slow, indulgent drag up and down. With you situated right on his face, he kept his large hands resting comfortably on your ass while he continued to feast, his clawed fingers squeezing your bottom as he sought to taste you further.

Never to be denied the chance to be spoiled even more, he was also treated to the hot wet heat of your mouth engulfing his cock and the warm soft touch of your palms massing his balls. Though, while he was being treated, it didn't stop you from preciously huffing over being stirred from your slumber just moments before.

And thus, as he continued to speak, a smirk lazily found its way to his lips as he swiped the flat of his tongue repeatedly around your clit, all while lifting his hips to push his dick further into your mouth as you squirmed and moaned all the more.

"--doesn't mean you still can't enjoy a good mouthful of fresh milk."

[peachywritess]

workout agenda ー jjk

☁️ genre: M(18+), smut, best friends to lovers kinda? fluff at the end

☁️ pairings: personal trainer!best friend!jungkook x fem!reader; also jimin and hobi are mentioned.

☁️ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!jungkook, praise kink, loads of cursing, creampie. i don't know what else to add lmao help

☁️ word count: 2,7k

☁️ author's note: hi, wow. first time ever writing smut, so enjoy i guess? this is the definition of "that escalated quickly" and i'm aware of that. also this jungkook has me weak bye. lemme know if you would like a part two hehe.

Having a personal trainer as a best friend definitely had its perks - like the fact that, this said best friend, would constantly beg you to let him coach you for just one workout. But knowing him, giving in would mean working out every day and you enjoyed your life as it was.

"Please, please Y/N, just this time! I won't ask you anymore, I promise."

Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin and you were sitting in a café for a "study date" - which resulted in more talking than studying, and Hoseok bursting out in laughter when you started putting real effort into your assignments.

You took a sip of your chai latte and glared at the dark-haired man sitting right in front of you.

"He's at it again, such a child." Jimin shook his head, eyes focused on the screen of his laptop, and an amused smile on his lips.

"Kookie, we talked about this." You sighed, already knowing his response. "I am not working out with you."

"Dang it!" He sat back on his chair - its wooden material screeching as he put all of his weight on it - and this gained a giggle from Hoseok who was watching some dancing videos on YouTube.

"Y/N, you know that he won't give up until you say yes to him." He said diverting his attention from the phone screen to you.

"Come on, Hobi, you should be on my side." You responded, acting exhausted although you were mostly exaggerating your reactions.

He shrugged and looked back at his phone - that's when you felt Jungkook's gaze on you and, when you finally looked at him, his expression had entirely altered. He was pouting, his chin rested on both his hands, and he was fluttering his eyes trying to persuade you.

"Once again, I am not working out with you, Kookie!"

So there you were, walking on the treadmill in Jungkook's personal gym to warm your body up. After weeks of pestering, Jungkook had finally succeeded in convincing you.

However, your eyes weren’t particularly attentive to the small digits showing your heartbeat, or the minutes you had passed on the equipment, but were interested in something more appealing.

Jeon Jungkook was a literal god. He was wearing a tank top - that fit his body too perfectly - exposing his beefy arms covered with tattoos, which you had counted numerous times. His wavy jet-black hair was held in a low ponytail and some strands of his locks flawlessly fell on his forehead.

Everything about him was perfect in a way you could not comprehend - you almost felt dumb, crushing over your best friend. However, you had been doing that for years.

Sometimes - or maybe too many times - you imagined how his biceps would feel, and how his fit body would look standing atop of you, wavy hair framing his pretty face.

Was it okay for you to be thinking these dirty things? Was it okay to be feeling this heat between your legs whenever you watched him do pull-ups?

“So have you warmed up enough?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately locked eyes with him, nodding in response before stopping the treadmill. He always had this gentle and calm manner of talking to you while looking so fucking good, and this nearly upset you - like, he had no reasoning being this hot. 

"What? Should I do a thirty-minute warm-up like you?" You raised an eyebrow, teasing him.

Jungkook laughed and decided to tease you back. "You wish."

You gasped, faking disbelief as you poked his side - a spot you knew was very ticklish - making him giggle even more. You gazed in awe as he laughed, his eyes squinting.

“Alright, alright, let’s start with a simple sumo squat. Let me grab the resistance bands.”

You watched him retrieve the equipment and admired his back muscles tense as he reached for a box in an upper shelf, where he kept all the additional gear needed for certain exercises. You were staring - and he knew. In fact, you were both pretty aware of the thing going on between the two of you since freshman year.

You tried to act innocent, prettily smiling at him and nodding in agreement to everything he said, giving him thumbs up when he corrected your posture, indeed trying hard not to show what you truly felt. The truth was that you had no idea how to tell him and - “Jungkook, please fuck me” probably wasn’t the best way to confess to your long-term best friend.

“There you go.” He handed you the resistance bands, and you quickly wore them just above your knees.

“Man, what took you so long?" You scoffed, yet again acting annoyed. It was an inside joke between the two of you, you didn't get offended when the other acted like this: it was strange but unique.

You started the exercise, by squatting down and up with slow and steady movements. He was right beside you, arms crossed enhancing his biceps and head slightly tilted to the right. You glimpsed at the large mirror on your left, making sure he didn’t notice you gazing at him from time to time.

His dark-chocolate eyes observed you, analyzing each one of your movements and biting his lower lip. He always did that when he was focused, but it truly drove you crazy.

“Try widening your knees more, and keep that back arched or you will definitely kill your lower back.” 

His tone was calm and focused and you liked how professional he was. He was really passionate about his job, in fact, Jungkook was one of the best personal trainers in Seoul and had made a name for himself.

Clients loved him because, instead of shouting at them as many others did, he made everyone feel comfortable and enforced their confidence never once doubting them.

His duality baffled you - one minute he was smiling and being adorable, acting like a cute puppy, and the other his whole expression would completely shift and you would notice a different light in his eyes.

“Like this?” You innocently questioned, although you very well knew what you were doing. You then arched your back more - way more, exposing the roundness of your butt.

You heard him nervously chuckle. "Y/N, you will break your back."

Jungkook was fairly amused, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing. You acted all annoyed and bothered - but now there you were trying to show off to him.

“Here, let me just…” He got closer to you - close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your shoulder. He was taller than you, so he had to somehow bend down a little and it made you feel trapped. One hand rested on your right hip, while the other was cautiously placed on your abdomen: his hands were rough - due to the multiple calluses, he had - yet his touch felt extremely soft. 

Your throat had dried up, and you had helplessly tried to seem unaffected by his closeness. But in spite of that, you couldn’t deny to yourself how fast your heart was beating, and how the spots he was touching had started to heat up.

"Did you buy this set just for today?" He was referring to your outfit: you were wearing a light blue sports bra and matching leggings that complimented your curves - and yes, you had obviously bought it for him.

"No, I bought this like a year ago."

"You? Owning gym wear?" He slightly chuckled, knowing you weren't the type to hit the gym daily.

"There are some things you don't know about me, Jeon Jungkook." You stated trying to sound as playful as before, but he had noticed a change in your tone.

"Oh, really?"

You nodded and started moving again as he guided you, holding you firmly. You unsuccessfully attempted to focus on the movements, and not on the scent of his cologne nor the fact that his chest was now pressed against your back.

"Like the fact that you are begging me to fuck you right now?" He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe as his breath sent tingles down your spine.

"Probably." You managed to answer - almost completely out of breath - not knowing if it was from the workout or from the way he was tightening his grip on you.

"Fuck, can I kiss you?" He sounded almost desperate. "Because I will fucking do it now if you are okay with it."

You wasted no time, turning on your heels to finally face him and, locking your arms around his shoulders, pulled him toward you. Your lips crashed in a mixed kiss - there was neediness, tenderness, and excitement, all combined as you finally got to know how he tasted.

"Shit, I've wanted this for so long." He managed to affirm as he briefly detached from you, before kissing you again. "For so fucking long."

He proceeded to effortlessly lift you up, hands squeezing your butt as he walked across the room, not even knowing where to go himself. Jungkook then spotted the desk he used to create his own workouts, and carefully placed you on it, lips never leaving yours.

"W-Wait, Kookie." You extended your arms forward, gently pulling him away from you. You finally caught your breath, your lungs relaxing.

His expression shifted - he seemed worried.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm- I'm so sorry." He mumbled, running his hands through his perfectly combed hair, ruining it. "I got carried away, and didn't think that- that maybe this wasn't okay for you."

Typical Jungkook. He was so selfless, always putting other people's benefits in front of his own, worrying that what he did might upset someone. A smile depicted on your face - he was adorable.

"Kookie, I want this more than you think." You intertwined your legs around his torso, pushing him towards you so that he was now on top of you, biceps tensed to keep himself from crushing you.

His eyes widened in surprise, and you reached for his cheek gently stroking it. "You're so cute when you get flustered, you know?"

"And you look ravishing right now, you know?" He mimicked you, embarrassment having completely left him as he literally devoured you with his eyes. "So pretty, all dressed up for me."

Then, yet again, his lips were on yours but now his hands were exploring your body: a hand cupped one of your breasts as the other buried in your hair. There was something different about his touch: it was like he was yearning for you like he was craving for more with every passing second.

You hurriedly reached for his tank top, unsuccessfully trying to pull it up - so Jungkook helped you by taking it off, exposing his chest. You couldn't help but trace every perfect line on his abdomen, wanting to kiss him all over. You had seen him shirtless, but it didn't feel the same.

His attention shifted from your lips to your neck, where he started leaving a trail of wet kisses before stopping just above your breasts. He gave you a questioning look, and you nodded. At this point, you would have agreed to everything he wanted to do to you.

He lifted your sports bra up, exposing your hardened nipples and you promptly blushed, feeling overwhelmed. Reality hit you like a high-speed train: you were about to have sex with Jeon Jungkook, and he had just seen your boobs.

"Getting all flustered, aren't you?"

You blushed, covering your eyes with your palms - you felt so exposed and yet you totally liked it. You peeked through your fingers, watching as Jungkook took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

You moaned - mouth agape and body completely on fire - and you instinctively yanked his hair, pulling away the hairband that held them together. His locks tickled your skin as he played with your breasts for a little longer, crotch rubbing against your thigh.

"Fuck, Kookie, I want you now." You whined, the heat between your legs now unbearable, pussy begging for some friction.

"So eager. If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll give you what you want."

He laid a few kisses on your ribs, then on your stomach, and then stopped as he was looming over the lower abdomen. A smirk appeared on his lips, seeing you squirming under him was driving him crazy, so he playfully blew on your belly - just to tease you.

"Kookie- fuck, please I want your cock. Please, Jungkook, fuck me."

"Such a good girl." He breathed out, before pulling down both your leggings and your panties. He groaned as he admired your exposed cunt. "You are so wet for me already, princess."

The name he had just called you made your heart lose a beat, and you swiftly closed your legs, feeling your pussy pulsate. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, having never seen you so vulnerable, and grabbed both your knees to open your legs yet again.

"Shit, you are so pretty, Y/N."

If that was what Heavens felt, then you wanted to die every day. Jungkook's mouth was on your pussy, eating you out: he licked the length of your cunt, gently sucking on your clitoris, gaining lovable moans from you. You yanked your head back, as you grasped his hair, pleasuring tears blurring your vision.

His lips were soft, and he made sure to do everything to make you feel good. You were absolutely stunning - and he craved more.

"F-fuck, fuck me, please."

You groaned when you felt his lips detach from your pussy, fresh air tingling your bare skin. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt him thrust into you - without any warning. He stretched your walls and although it initially stung a bit, his cock felt too good.

"Shit- I couldn't wait any longer." He murmured in your ear, strong arms embracing you, holding you tight. You hugged him back, feeling him closer than ever. It all felt... warm.

He started pounding into you, keeping the same rhythm as he moaned into your ear. You felt light-headed as he fucked you harder, starting to lose all sense. You were now moaning uncontrollably, and Jungkook enjoyed every bit of it.

"You love it, huh? How I am fucking you dumb?"

He pulled away from the embrace, using his core muscles to raise himself slightly. He then grabbed you by the ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder.

"Oh- Fuck, Jungkook!"

It was so deep, waves of pure pleasure had started running all over your body. You were now probably drooling, too.

"So good- it feels so good, Kookie."

Jungkook was now hugging your leg, brows furrowed, and head lowered down. His hair was completely hiding his expression, but you could hear his groans as he thrust harder and harder.

"You're so good- Y/N, so fucking good for me." He bit the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a big purple mark before looking directly at you. "Look at me, I want you to look at me. Can I cum- Can I cum inside of you?"

You nodded in agreement, as you were reaching your high, feeling your muscles tense.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cursed in a high-pitched voice as you cummed on his cock, spasms of pure bliss pulsating through you. After a few more thrusts, Jungkook let out a loud moan, cock twitching inside of you.

"God - Oh my fucking God." He deeply exhaled, body relaxing onto yours as he kept his cock where it belonged, while you were still sobbing from the fireworks of pleasure. Jungkook made sure not to crush you, putting his weight on the elbows.

He looked at you, a tender smile on his lips and dark eyes full of love. You wished you could have taken a picture of this moment to keep it forever: drops of sweat streaming down his arms, plump lips, some strands of hair attached to his forehead - he was beautiful.

"I love you." He tapped the tip of your nose, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands, before squeezing them a little.

"I love you too, but you know, next time you want to fuck me, just tell me."

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[court-jobi]

Settle, Riot

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work/characters))

Pairing: Kirishima x reader (pro-hero!reader, afab pronouns used)

Words: 4.7k (wow im sorry this got away from me)

Rating: T

Warnings: best friends to lovers, pining, talks of moving, straight FLUFF, beach walkin', soft talkin' Kiri, insecure!Kiri makes a brief appearance, mild quirk issues, (light innuendos if you squint)

Summary:

"Who says it's a chick-flick thing? Long walks on the beach are manly, too!" You're both out of your school years and getting your feet wet in every way~ both in your respective hero careers and on the coast of the United States' Gulf Coast. A constant in each other's orbit for the last three years. Only Kirishima hasn't been entirely honest regarding how he feels about you... so he's hoping he can steel his nerves long enough to tell you properly. If only his dang hardening would settle down.

A/N: my take on a beach episode, because everyone needs a night beachwalk at least once in their life-- including pro-heroes!

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

Read on Ao3

"Mmmmm... doesn’t the air smell good?"

The young Pro Hero sticks out his tongue as if testing for summertime snowflakes.

"Pretty salty," Kirishima shares in reflection.

As you fit him with the strangest look, he finds the tenth reason today that you’re the cutest thing on earth; like you didn’t know salt had a smell. Shows that you grew up on the shoreline and have become truly noseblind. The redhead sways into your side as you walked, making light of your confusion,  

"--in a good way! It's really fresh, like the air is always moving, like the water is~"

Kirishima hadn't been to the beach much growing up. With the exception of rec days in middle schools and the occasional service day at UA, he had never stayed on a beach property for a pleasure trip and shared this excitement with you when you landed. Then again, Mustafu’s beaches were nothing like the Gulf of Mexico... the waves crash in all shades of turquoise in sunlight, then in shimmering silver foam in moonlight. The sand likened to fluffy mounds of sugar softness versus the packed, grayish sleet back home. 

Every step is heavenly by the water’s edge– just warm enough for starlit walks. The company he kept wasn’t bad either... at least by his liking. Kirishima glances every now and then to you at his right, not that you noticed in the peace of the night waning on around you.

You’d shrugged on a giant jersey atop what you wore to the beach after the afternoon activities and cookout. While you’d let Ochako brush most of your hair out of the way into twin braids, the rest stayed free in a ponytail to whip around behind you in the breeze. You’d also been absent minded about keeping your studs in, right alongside Kaminari and Bakugou even though all the rest of the girls had taken off jewelry. Sure you knew better, after so many years living here– but you’d rushed right into getting changed so you could enjoy the Gulf at its warmest. Those gems shimmered in the moonlight’s glow, too; just as it highlighted the high points of your cheeks. 

Kirishima catches himself staring at the entire length of you, honestly… He can see those swim shorts peeking when the wind whips your front flap open, and he could barely fight the teenage thrill of seeing bits of normally hidden skin when the air carried it up every now and again.

You’d gained a glow here, too. You tanned remarkably well while most of his classmates burned due to their paler skin profiles. Bakugou wore his sunburn as a badge of honor– snorted at the point of using sunscreen. 

He smirked at that memory when he pondered all the sweet, light moments of the day before setting his sights to his companion again. Simply beautiful, and then that sinking wistfulness came over him again.

You certainly had been bugging Kirishima - ‘Kiri-honey’, as you’ve called him for years- to take him out for a walk to see the stars when all the nightlights are off. When the group would hear about this plan, the throng of your teammates would intervene and it would turn into something of a party that inevitably led you back to the beach bar– and the chance of any one-on-one time was gone in lieu of tight friendship. 

But tonight, you fired up the VR setup in a preemptive move. Testing the competitive nature of a prickly and equally sunburnt Kaminari, you threw the lure that he should try his hand at beating your previously set high score while he lets the aloe soak in– who readily took the bait while you took Kirishima’s hand and snuck out the back door. 

Now down from the main house where the ambient noise of lapping waves created the most gorgeous atmosphere, Kirishima could barely believe his luck and favor.

Wayyy outta my League. Then again, here we are. Third night in a row, been askin’ to do this... why me?

"Y’know if All-Might were here,” you chimed up, pointing somewhere off and to the left of your current path on the beach, “--he could pick ya up, and make a jump about two hundred and eighty-something kilometers… thataway, and land right at the front door of the house I lived in growing up! Not too far to make a day trip. We did those a lot when I was young."

"Really? That's not bad– having this view whenever you wanted?” Kirishima fantasizes more about having this mild weather on a regular basis.

It would only rain in little pockets, then clear up. Maybe a sun shower, then a long stretch of rainbowy skies. Nice for cooling things off in the heat of the day, but you quickly warn him of the double-edged sword of summer showers: in the hit of peak vacation season, that rain would quickly turn to steam, and make things unbearably muggy. Not great, if you didn’t have the tolerance for the back and forth of sinus pressure.

"We really are lucky it's not hurricane season, coming to visit this month. Storms are hit or miss in the fall,” you  chuckle out of familiarity. “From the sounds of it, the whole county has been really lucky on that front since I’ve been overseas. It’s good to see the dunes this healthy~”

Neither of you appear to notice how your voices got softer the more you two chatted away, and… was he drifting closer, or were you?

The temp sits at a nice breeze that cuts the humidity, yet Kirishima still wants all too badly to sneak a side hug like he might normally as you walk. But here, solo by your side for the first time this trip and without the excuse of an early winter cold keeping you wedged close to him, the redhead kept his hands in his pockets and heart bleeding... 

A manifestation of his internal stress gauge, Kirishima felt his ab muscles harden slightly- a defensive barrier when he was particularly caught in his feelings. He hadn’t done this sort of tic since high school, and cleared his throat to try and will his quirk to relax already.

"So, was thinkin’ earlier by the way,” the Pro Hero fired up a switch in the conversation, as if he remembered something randomly, “you've been at the agency for the last three years– work anniversary coming up, yeah?”

You appear surprised by his memory, and smile at it: “That’s right!~ Hard to believe, time flies doesn't it?”

“Sure does. Figured, since you’d said you were happy to see some places in town were still open- time flies and all. When was the last time you were here? In Florida, I mean."

The way he must have said the name of the state in a warped English accent made you smile, but you pushed on with hands in your own pockets. 

"Hmmm... I came last right before I took the job in New York, and that was a couple years after I graduated college, so -- wow, almost nine-ish years? Feels like a lifetime ago…"

You talk and twirl around in lazy circles, taking in your surroundings, celebrating your return with his warm chuckles in response to your dance.

"I bet…"

Three years with you in his life. Three years starting off his Pro Hero career with encouragement and motivation that most wait a whole lifetime to reach. With you at his side manning patrols together, you made the work bearable. Three years that feel like ten or more, given what fast friends you became from the day you met. 

You could have excused it, the tight bond. You could merely claim that he looked like a friendly face or that he was the tallest guy in the room and easy to pick out of a crowd to ask a question… but by your repeated saving him a seat at every function and looking to him at every news development, the camaraderie he felt with you was seeping past that of teammate-to-teammate– and into something more. 

It’s been three years, and you warm him from the ground up. He hasn’t been manly enough to ask you out on a date, but feels he might as well be married to you in his mind. You hold a spot that’s tender and always soft, and never stop short of admiring his strength. It does him a wealth of good, and never wants that to end. 

That's the handle you have on his inner man: you can pump Red Riot up as the biggest badass in the world, then turn Eijirou into a wonderful, pile of mush.

"...what's that look for?"

Shoot, he’s in his daze again, but recovers well with a sharky-grinned sidebar. 

"Oh, I'was just thinkin’...”

“Awful quiet, for such ‘big thinking’ again,” you whispered, “C’mon, it's me. What's up?”

Coming up with the plan for an extended getaway was his idea, and you ran with it. Sure, your close knit group of friends made the trip complete, but it was you that he’d follow to the other side of the world. You could have suggested a staycation down the street in a rental condo, and he’d take it. Whatever brings him closest to your orbit.

But watching you soak in everything about this city gave him some second thoughts about where you considered home.

“You took us over to that Emergency Response division, over with the Disaster Relief Center we visited.” 

“Mhm? What about it?”

“Were you-... gonna apply?”

He means to avoid you entirely- just walk along and keep things light. But his head made the mistake of turning quick into the wind to find you gawking at him. More humored, than anything else! 

“What?! What makes you think I'm moving back here for that??”

His ease lessened slightly by your disbelief, Kirishima explains himself,

“I heard you talking with Riyukyu about your term with the detective bureau being up, or something! And I haven't heard what your plans are, so I was just wondering if you were- I dunno- lookin’ elsewhere."

Your smile faltered a bit. 

“You don't think that I wouldn't have mentioned something big like that? Me planning to go back across the world- without telling you?”

“I mean… I’d hope you would. But I didn't even know about the teaching gig until recently.”

By the meaningful look across your face, Kirishima thinks he might have stumped you with this one. So, you answered with a better collected breath and slowed your pace, more in line with his.

"Ah, that. Well, I was originally contracted for the intern reviews- back during your last year at Rocklock’s agency, where we overlapped there a bit. That grew into being on call for missions, then signing on for the patrol rotation.”

That arrangement slipped when you collected your paycheck a few weeks ago. A note fell out of the envelope -quickly caught by Kirishima in a polite gesture- explaining in full why your schedule was always so tight in your arrivals and departures: because you were teaching on the side. It was a notice that the exam observations were going to be pushed another week and while he didnt mean to look, your tense of guilt told Kirishima that there was plenty more about you that he wasn’t necessarily privy to… no matter how much he wished to be.

“--and with you all settling into the new team, the timings just worked out perfectly, y'know?  I’ll have finished my dissertation on my whole class’ progress, and all their externships–”

Kirishima’s spirit deflated. Still, you continued on and made an effort for him to look at you again, by switching to walk backwards and bring his eyes up–

“That particular assignment will be done, yes. But, I still have my job with Riukyu; she's offered me a full time spot starting after festival week! I'm trialing the position now– while my hours are fewer with the school and I'm spending less time writing.”

And with that- the dumbbell in his gut lifted: chucked clear across the beach.

You smiled, gorgeous sight for sore eyes, 

“So~ nothing will change that much, babe. I'll still be around. This is nice to visit where I can always call home, but… it's not where I consider home now."

Kirishima’s whole demeanor animated again with a sigh, 

"Oh! Good!"

Your eyebrow quirks up at his relief.

"I-I mean, that's great- you're staying with the team!! I guess that means we'll keep seeing more of each other~”

Another flip in the voice he didn't catch in time, and regretted; for your eyes scan his chest with an amused smirk and knowing bat of the eyes. 

“And here I thought showing this much leg was a little risky…” you quip. “You want more?”

Kirishima’s face could turn as red as his hair in a heartbeat with you talking with that.

He's really gotta quit with the friendly flirting, or else you'll think he's messing with you. 

"W-wait, that sounded wrong too! I- aghhhh, that–"

You burst into giggles then and come in close to hold onto his forearms, 

"Kiri-honey, I'm teasing you! I know what you meant. And--" 

-your eyes froze on your hold of his arms and let go with a little thumb swipe –something sweet that valued careful care of him– 

"and.. I'm glad you'll be around too. You're in the top ten, and it's good to know I'll have a familiar face when I start up full time~”

"Really? Me?"

"Yeah, you!" You bump him and turn to keep walking a bit in front, "Fresh residency, your own PR manager, and y’got five televised wins under your belt? You'll give my rookies a run for their money~”

Ever the humble hero, Kirishima rubs his neck; but your praise was working bit by bit to make him accept the high points of his pro-hero status, big and small.

"Heh, well~ I have had good mentors, and I'm living the dream working with my best friends. I've been really lucky to have gotten on-the-job training ahead of most pro-heroes comin’ up on the charts, just like you.”

You huff in good spirits, but retain your self-deprecating humor, 

“I only did that by working myself into an early grave in college; you are still lightyears ahead of me in field work!”

“But I'm nowhere near as good as you at reporting the Villain Encounter stuff- hell, no one here is!”

You hush him immediately, “Psssh you flatter me, hun.”

Hun… I like that. 

“It's true–you came in with a bigger resume than I did- that we all did,” Kirishima gave you an award winning grin, “that means you're as good as the seasoned pros! Plus now you have the immigration status to match! Learnin’ new tricks all the time, too~”

Just the sight of you effortlessly comfortable around him has Kirishima breaking down a subconscious defense: something he chips away at internally as he’s trying his hardest to make you see yourself the way he sees you.

Meaningful as he is, you chose ‘play’,

 "Oh, I’m an old dog, am I?- I'm not THAT sage, Kiri."

-but he could ‘play’ too.

“ ‘Course you're not…. sensei.”

“Okay,” you give the threat right back defensively, “Just because one kid mistook me for Eraserhead-”

“You were the one who thought the all-black ensemble was a good look!”

“Oh, so it wasn’t a good look?”

As you slyly roll your eyes and face him, the redhead could feel his chest and neck start to harden, too. 

“Of course it was a good look; it was on you.”

“But it made me look ‘old’~”

“I would never call you old! It’s unmanly!” Kirishima feigns submission.

You huff as if offended, but he knows better, 

“Well you don’t seem to be calling me a ‘spring chicken’ either.” 

“Cuz you’re not- not in a ‘kid’ way!” Kirishima stands his ground solidly in some lapping waves. “You’re – on the next level, you’re experienced, you’re-” 

A cloud passes in front of the moon, revealing full light across your skin yet again.

– something about it lets him summon the confidence he needed to be himself: let his passions lead, get over these one-sided pinings, tell you just how much he would do anything to buoy your spirits, as you do his.

"I’m what, spry?-"

"-beautiful."

The mere word from his chest causes his throat to fully seize. Swallowing sounds like the cracking of knuckles.

Suddenly, you read into his hardened state, taking stock of him in this solid stretch of light–

"I, uh--" Kirishima rubbed his neck- an attempt to turn it off. Confession time is then.

That look on your face– it brightens– interest highlighted by the moon’s rays, 

"I'm what?"

Kirishima sunk into a needy expression, his mind unable to stop the stream of thoughts surrounding you as they always run across his head like a breaking news scroll. 

"I've always thought that you were beautiful,” Kirishima shares softly, “-just never said it. Not very manly, huh?" 

He firms up his wavering lips to meet your eyes, and sees nothing but your adoring features: surprised, but hanging on his words. This probably did seem out of left field, but his home plate screams for you to understand exactly how he feels.

"But not just your age- or looks, or any of that! You're amazing. And talented, and hilarious, and the best cook I’ve EVER seen! You care about all of us, but more than that, you've been there for me, when it just felt like ‘me, against the world’.”

When Kirishima was filling out all those applications, when he didn't know what to do, you didn't give up on him. You supported him at every stepping stone of his active duty, even if it meant you two splitting up into different agencies. When the time came that your paths had crossed again, he couldn’t have been happier, but your constancy had remained even in your professional separation. That loyalty was something he’d never once forgotten. 

Post-War Japan brought about a different hero climate, so finding his footing came about differently from what he’d imagined his career to be. But you brought new perspectives, new angles, and you never once showed fear of his power -going berserk- and instead encouraged him to lean into his boldness of body and take that approach to his mind. Train it into resolve and self-confidence. It is why he’s -in part- so grateful to have found his partners in crime-fighting in his band of alumni. Having people around who understand his shortcomings means the world to him. 

They were a faithful bunch… and so it seems, are you. You were, from day one of you arriving to Mustafu. His angel with your heart on your sleeve, a sparkle in your eye, and a never-ending supply of laughs that make his life brighter.

To say nothing that you’re stunning. Every inch of you: whether you’re bathed in moonlight or armored up and ready to take on the world… Kirishima finds you effortlessly beautiful, and it’s pained him to only compliment you in the friendliest manner up to this point. But no more.

Naturally, he wants terribly to say this all to you- but for the sake of utterly word vomiting, he keeps his lungs from pouring everything out in one fell swoop.

“...you’re my ray of sunshine when I need it, even when I don't think I deserve it."

Without breaking his focus, you blindly reach for his hands knowing exactly where they hide in his hoodie pockets. You coax them out, tips of your fingers trailing from his wrists down to those open palms. He flits his gaze down and sees your hold, opening up his rock-hard joints firmly with determined fingers. Surely you could feel the tension that had sturdied up his arms– the thought that might have made him cringe as a teenager- but you're unphased… and stepping closer. 

He flashes that million dollar smile into a nervous chuckle, 

"You've encouraged me every step of the way through the last three years, sweetheart. And I can’t thank you enough... and I've really liked getting to know you, too, and I just dunno if ‘liking’ is gonna cut it anymore. ‘Specially now, I’m lookin’ at you every chance I get... is it totally stupid of me to think that all I want is to be able to do.. is.."

"To what?" The squeeze on his hand urged him on- staring at your gentle hands.

"Call you mine?"

Letting a wave mask your heft of breath, you gawk up at him- 

".. really? You're not kidding??" you ask twice, flutter in your voice present both times.

He nods when meets your eyes again, and lifts when you look so elated.

"No, I'm not kidding. I want to call you mine and be yours. And as pretty as it is here, I really don’t wanna think about you movin’ back to this place.." 

Kirishima can’t believe your borderline teary reaction, having the strongest urge to hold you closer– but at that statement, you did it for him: 

You launch into Kirishima’s standing rooted to the spot in sinking sand. With arms thrown over his shoulders, you plant a big kiss right on his hot, blushing cheek. The warm touch sends shivers through him; combined with the cool breeze surrounding you, the sensation is mind-blowing- all from one kiss. Brain catching up, his hands find your waist at a lag– but not too tightly.

“You have-” you catch your breath- “no idea how long I've wanted you to say that!"

"For real??"

“You are my best friend, Kirishima– how could I not be happy to hear this??”

“Then why didn’t YOU say something??”

“CUZ I WANTED YOU TO HAVE THE MANLY MOMENT!”

“YOU WOULDA BEEN MANLY TOO!!”

You’re both hysterically laughing at this point, the lightest Kirishima has felt all trip. Thankfully, you finally straighten up, and give him the answer he wants, 

"I'd like that too, Kiri. With you."

He burst into happy laughter with this weight off his chest. Immediately, he finds his energy renewed tenfold and hikes you up with complete ease, swinging you around the compacted sand with little care to how unbalanced he is. Sea legs, anchored by newly unbridled love. 

Your combined joy settles down when he sets you on your feet and he just looks into those angel eyes with complete rapture. Finally, his palms find your cheeks, and he’s happy he can actually feel the tender skin beneath them. You bring yours to his wrists to keep him there, while he savors the touch he has again.

All tension finally falls away from his body- as if your barely amorous touch was enough to remove his quirk completely. Sensing his visible relief, you'd swipe your hands down from his arms to around his middle. It's not till you smile against his almost-kiss that you reveal your magic once again.

You pat his sides with the barest touch underneath his sweatshirt, on a hunt for skin– trained up and firm, but no longer battle-ready.

“Hmmm.. that's better, Riot.” 

Nothing keeps Kirishima from fulfilling his fantasy now.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

One hour. You made it one hour in bed before you’re hopping out of it again: high on life with your Kiri on the mind, and the rush of your first makeout on the beach still buzzing on your lips.

You lightly step down the hall, tossing on that Fatgum hoodie he’d almost stolen from you completely and checks in on the cracked rooms, totally forgetting which one he was in. Ultimately, in the living room, you look in on the last possible place down in the open office where you’d last given him a sweet hug  before retreating to bed… only to find your young cousins scattered into their sleeping arrangement with no sight of Kirishima buried in the cuddle pile. Off to the kitchen, you tiptoes around, seeking out the only one who can give you a bonus kiss goodnight.

Nabbing a water from the fridge, you opted to look out across the calm, quiet patio until you could settle your barely sleepy self after the night’s developments. Surely your love for Kirishima wasn’t rocking your world that hard that you couldn’t sleep. You’d loved him for the better part of the last three years anyway. You’re just happy those long, friendly embraces he gives could be more easily explained to your friends now; not simply your ‘adorably protective best friend who you’d move heaven and earth for if he asked’. 

The glow of your phone lighting up your face as you scroll mindlessly, you’re surprised to see a header notification from that bright-eyed icon.

Kiri-honey: Need a water, baby? ♥️

Moments after Kirishima sent you the message, you turned back toward the house- sights up and exploring. Hiding a clear smile behind the phone you have propped up, you’re trying  to look for him in the shadowed interior of the house with a critical eye. From the bluelight that shrunk your eyesight, you can't find him properly, and text him so,

got one, but I’m missing something else~ c’mon out here

So out he goes through the sliding door around the corner- the noise shooting your gaze to the right spooking you into a laugh.

“Oh shit!” Kirishima hushed as he brought the door to a gentle close, “Didn’t mean to scare ya!”

Forgetting that there was a side entrance from the kitchen, you settled with all forgiven.

"Just got up and wanted to see the water– Pppppth"

The night wind conveniently blows your hair all up and over your face, so Kirishima naturally comes to your aid and relieves you, generously helping brush some pieces back with ultimate chivalry.

"So why are you up, Mister Loverboy? Forget your drink again?" you sneak his chosen bag of midnight snacking with no resistance.

He’ll eat up any tease you have and give you anything you want– from now on. 

"You know it~ ‘Why’re you up’ is the question, Miss Ladylove.”

“Hmm... wasn’t sleepy much. Guess I was kinda restless." 

You’re leaning gorgeously back onto the railing, and taking him with you– ‘restless’ nature on full display given the bat of your eyes.

Kirishima smiles right back at you sweetly, spreading wide like a starfish with his stolen blanket to welcome you in. Naturally, you have pep in your step as you fall right into him.

"Want some company?" he asks the resting place he’s taken on your head. 

You answer from your cozy spot under his chin, "Always. You're not tired?"

“Nah.”

With you comfortably taking up space, keeping him warm, Kirishima truly doesn’t appear to need sleep yet. If it were up to you, you’d have him spooned up on the couch over sleeping in a queen-sized bed alone. 

“Kinda glad you came out here though~” you chip your chin up on his chest, catching his eyes and admiring that small scar breaking the skin of his brow, “Wanted to ask what Bakugou said.”

Kirishima snickers, making his whole chest shake. Remembering how the blondie had responded when told about the two of you becoming official had him giddy, and pleased you to no end.

“Denks owes him three hundred. Clocked it that I’d ‘get hard’, but I’d still get the girl.”

You hack on your own spit and hug Kirishima tightly through his own laughter.

“Could he not have chosen any other wording for that?!” you whisper scream for the benefit of those trying to sleep in the house.

“I mean, he wasn’t wrong! N’ I’m not complaining…” Happy to a fault, Kirishima simply shrugged and gave your forehead a little kiss. 

You can see it in his eyes; nothing’s really changed between you- things are just softer. More open. Less strained under the pressure that you’re ‘just friends’ and have the freedom to enjoy each other to the fullest. 

In his worry that you’d entertain the thought of leaving Japan, it all but confirmed to you that he wasn’t planning to do the same, either– so your stars were destined to be aligned. The waves will recede again in the morning, and you’ll be heading back to Japan soon to its neon light pollution, but you’ll know the stars are here, whenever you want to bring back your hero to visit.

Maybe you’ll convince him to elope here in the same manly fashion that he asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. 

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Firstly so sorry for the graphic image. I found this on the Danganronpa reddit. Also MAJOR DANGANRONPA V3 SPOILERS.

I feel like this very crudely drawn image of Kokichi’s dead crushed up corpse is the last piece I needed to fully accept his death.

Not being able to see the state of the body during the investigation, created a barrier for me to fully understand Kokichi’s exit out of the main story. It just felt like he “left” rather than died.

Additionally, none of the characters saw the dead body and that definitely had an impact on their attitude towards him. His death was brushed off because they also never got to see his dead body. Maki didn’t investigate the body and such. There was no opportunity to be traumatized but ample to refuel their hatred towards him. Remember when Nagito’s body was found? The characters wouldn’t stop talking about the stab wound and the spear. The graphic depictions of Nagito stabbing himself added to the nightmare fuel situation. Like SOMEONE did that to his body vibe. In this trial, that wasn’t discussed in a manner that resembled 2-5. Not being able to see the graphic nature of a body being crushed flat means the characters can avoid it. Again, put yourself in the situation you felt when you initially saw Kokichi’s death. Seeing his crushed body would absolutely impact your experience because it’s like DANG, WHO DID THIS?! Did he really deserve a death like that? And so on.

This is why his absence during the class trial wasn’t discussed to its extent such as with other characters. Imagine seeing the body and then going to the trial where the exisal was talking in his voice. It would be SUPER weird. LIKE I SAW HIS CRUSHED BONES AND ORGANS OUT ON THAT PRESS AND NOW IM HEARING HIS VOICE? I know for some people, not seeing the body meant that maybe both Kaito and Kokichi were alive and that they used another body to substitute a killing. After Monokuma revealed that it wasn’t possible to do so, I don’t remember anyone who acknowledged the body afterwards due to how the trial was going.

I’m no Kokichi Stan but I did warm up to his character pre-chapter 4. I always felt that his death and trial were lackluster and lacked needed impact. Personally, I thought the trial wasn’t very good but seeing a depiction of the body has changed my opinion on the trial.

Kaito also never saw Kokichi afterwards because he never lifted the press after it crushed him. Kaito doesn’t really have to carry the weight of the plan and his actions, because he never gets to see the honest result of them. Therefore, he was able to focus on the plan to foul Monokuma and stick to the script that a dead boy wrote. Personally, my entire view on Kaito would drastically change more if we both saw the state of the body. Like learning that Kaito killed Kokichi in the most violent way possible. This is no stab to the neck or strangulation where a character might crack a joke (throwback to Ryoma, Miu and even Nagito). I remember thinking that their plan failed because the gang ended up figuring out their scheme and there is a viewpoint that Kokichi’s plan failed. If it did, he died for nothing and in the most violently unnecessarily way possible too.

Danganronpa V3 had many victims where the remaining cast had a short mourning period for (Rantaro, Ryoma and Miu). Each student had different circumstances where the cast couldn’t comment too much on their dead peers. Rantaro distanced himself from others, and no one was particular close to Ryoma or Miu.

However, Kokichi was one where almost no one mourned his death.

It’s interesting for sure. I think more people mourned the losses of the culprits more than the victims.

Anyways - I recommend reviewing 3-5 again and seeing this image somewhere during the investigation. I promise, my opinion on 3-5 drastically improved afterwards.

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I wanna request a fluffy very fluffy poly!OT8 x F!reader where their all dating each other obviously and idk a oneshots of sum fluffy like maybe....the boys have a day off and they just have a cute cozy day together lazily hanging out In the dorm together js so cute and soft baby! Love youuu

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genre: fluff, a tad bit of hurt/comfort, kinda went into crack at the end

author's note: Ofc pookie, you can request here anytime. Hope you'll like it!

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You were looking forward to the next day, the knowledge that all your extremely busy boyfriends were finally having a day off just overwhelming you with giddiness, making you vibe through all night instead of getting your much needed sleep. But it didn’t matter, not to you, the adrenaline returning to your veins just from the mere thought, the schedule you had made for it flashing before your eyes clearly.

You would have the best, most comfiest day with all your boyfriends even if it cost you your soul, dang it!

So, with a passionate fire burning in your eyes -that rested above dark circles, mind you-, you started getting ready. After all the years you had spent with them, you knew they didn’t care a smudge if you put any makeup on or not, never hesitating to compliment you. That was why you decided to skip that step, instead putting on some comfy sweatpants, fluffy socks and one of the boys’ sweater. This one in particular was Jeongin’s, although it changed every week or so, your wardrobe filled with stolen clothes from them all.

Nodding to yourself in the mirror, you got around to taming your hair, throwing it into a lazy bun, but one that was still carefully crafted, certain strands pulled and pushed to stay in their place and frame your face delightfully.

Glancing back, you once again nodded, satisfied with your look, but only after deciding to hide your newly acquired eyebags at least a little bit. You didn’t want to worry the boys, after all, and you knew how fussy they could get.

The ride to their dorms was short, the driver they had sent for you quick and efficient at his job. Although you found it strange none of the idols decided to join you, especially the two eldest, knowing how overprotective they could get. But even after checking your phone for the third time, no new messages from them could be seen, something that struck you as odd.

Never once did they fail to update you about plans, at least one of them quick to write it down for you, along with an apology and a promise to make it up to you.

So what was this all about?

Questions swirled around in your head, the differently coloured little hearts on your screen they had sent blinking back at you. Pushing it to the back of your mind, you shrugged and got out of the car, using an entrance well hidden from prying eyes to get into the building.

The road to their dorms was silent, giving ample time for useless worries to start forming in your head, your earlier excitement slowly dying and leaving exhaustion in its place. Were they hiding something? Were you not good enough anymore? They had each other, so getting the idea that they wanted you as well by their side was something you struggled with constantly, even after long, long years.

Taking a deep breath, you opened their door, your fingers automatically punching in the code from sheer muscle memory.

Glitter and confetti greeted you the moment you stepped foot inside, strings of paper landing on your hair and making it shine as you just stood there, blinking in surprise.

Well, this definitely wasn’t what you were expecting.

Every single one of them were standing in front of you, shouting a warm welcome, their faces lit with the brightest of smiles you had seen in a while. Something that soon started melting off as your eyes turned glossy, too late to hide behind your hands. Well, you tried to anyway.

“Wait, baby, what’s wrong?” - Chan asked, quick to be by your side. “Jagi?” - Jisung was next, arms gently prying yours away from your wet face.

You dove into the quokka’s arms, hiding yourself in there instead, shame still clinging to you harshly. Amidst your sobs, you tried telling them why the sudden tears, words slowly forming sentences. It told them how you thought they had finally gotten bored of you, how relieved you had felt by their warm welcome. They gently shushed you, compliment after compliment leaving their mouths, hands gently gliding along your form.

“Next time we’ll text you it’s a surprise, hm?” - Felix’s deep voice tried to do some damage control, causing you to nod into Jisung’s shoulder. “Yah, what will we ever do with you? Our cute lil crybaby.” - Seungmin teased, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, flashing you his cute smile as a reward. “Minnieee, not now!” “What?” “You’re not really helping with your teasing right now!” “It’s only you and your sensitive soul that cannot deal with it, Hyunjin hyung.”

A dramatic gasp could be heard, chuckling following it, yours joining theirs as well.

“Alright, let’s get our Kitten inside, we can’t stand here all day.” - Minho said, leaving a chaste kiss on Jisung’s lips as he passed by, not before gliding his hand along your bottom.

You gently shook your head at his antics, long ago used to them, the small smile on your face betraying that small fact. Jeongin took you out of Jisung’s arms before the latter could realise it, a devious little smirk on the maknae’s face as he carried you away, a surprised yelp escaping you.

“YAH, YANG JEONGIN, GIVE HER BACK!” “NEVER!”

And thus their little war had started up again, the two usually fighting for the right to cuddle you on the couch whenever you came over. Although usually somehow Seungmin swept you away, the other two too busy to notice you were gone, just like now.

You were now sat in the puppy’s lap, merely 5 minutes after your first abduction, the others too amused to stop any of it from happening. Felix was sat in Hyunjin’s lap, playing with the artist’s fingers calmly. Chan somehow wrestled both Changbin and Minho into his lap, something you had always found extremely impressive, given how fussy both could get, especially that cat.

Fingers started gently massaging your hands, drawing little shapes into your skin occasionally, chasing away the last bit of your worries. A nose buried itself into your hair, a sigh joining it soon after. You practically melted into him, his torso being the only thing holding you up, his arms that circled around your waist keeping you in place.

“Wait– NOT AGAIN!” “Ah, he got us again…”

You couldn’t help the snort that left you at that, the two previously arguing members’ reaction way too funny for you. The others thought so as well, some not even trying to hide their laughter. You could feel Seungmin’s chest rumble behind you with each chuckle, sending pleasant chills through your chest.

“I’m amazed you guys never learn.” - he muttered out, voice muffled from behind your hair.

Jeongin and Jisung merely huffed at that, all their excuses falling on deaf ears.

“No, for real though, how can you guys let it happen every single time?” - Changbin asked, his delightfully shrill laughter hidden in each syllable. “It’s like you fight for the sake of fighting, not even to cuddle our cute babygirl.” - Chan joined in, drawing up an eyebrow at them. “You know they do, Hyung, both too feisty for their own good. Not like I mind it though.” - Minho added in with a smirk, making the bickering couple shut up immediately.

You wriggled in the puppy’s lap, successfully breaking free from his hold, only to jump up with way too much enthusiasm.

“Okay, enough! I have everything planned for today, we’re gonna have all the fun we can! First, we’ll start with a movie, maybe a Ghibli one? Anyway, we watch something while we eat lunch that we should order soon, then we’ll play some Mario Kart so I can beat your guys’ asses again, then me and Lixie will go and bake some stuff like his heavenly brownies, then we’ll all play some Just Dance, then–” - a hand tried stopping your excited rambles, even though you kept listing your plans off in a muffled voice without slowing down even just a bit. “Babe, we get it, but breathe, please.” - Hyunjin begged, having dove at you from his place, Felix still in his other arm safely secured.

Having rambled out your plans, even though no one had heard it besides you, a devilish light glinted in your eyes and you licked the idol’s hand, forcing him to yank it away with a disgusted expression now sitting on his face, dragging the licked palm into your own clothes. Meanwhile, you just giggled there, the sound only becoming stronger by each second, enforced by everyone’s else’s nearby.

Before Hyunjin could grab you to take his revenge, you dashed away and hid behind Jeongin and Jisung, the two still standing instead of sitting down, too entranced by your shenanigans.

“Get out of there and stop being a lil maniac, you–” “Oh, that was a mistake, Hyune.” - Felix commented as everyone watched your expression shift along with Jisung’s, little imaginary horns growing on top of your heads in front of their very eyes.

Why?

Because you both started singing their song, MANIAC, full force, lungs at full capacity and without a single sign of stopping anytime soon. No, you both started even dancing it -well, you kinda tried to at least-, Innie and Felix joining you, while Hyunjin just cringed away from you, looking as if he wanted to dig a hole for himself. Changbin wasn’t far behind to hop up and take his place alongside you, Chan singing his soul out while Minho playfully rolled his eyes. Your puppy was doing something similar as well, but you knew they all enjoyed it, especially when they joined at your request, even the dramatic little weasel.

Truly, their day off couldn’t have started any better.

[vxlentinescookies]

I got an idea (again, sorry it too many) for a request

A funny, and they were put together in a room with one bed

This might be before (or after, better it after) the request no.2

Dark Cacao and Reader cookie decided (AKA Dark Cacao's idea only, there was a freaking SNOWSTORM comming, dang it!) To travel to Reader cookie's kingdom to have political talks with the royalty there

Then they were trapped in a snowstorm (again, thanks to Dark Cacao and his stubborn nature) and had to seek refuge

The found an inn and got a room, problem?

Only one bed, that they HAVE to share now

In resume, they both sleep there and when waking up, they find out how much of a closeted cuddlebug Dark Cacao is

To add a funny note, Reader cookie is female and Dark Cacao's subconscious thought the "top part" was a nice warm pillow to lay his head on XD

→ ❛Between the sword and your opponent, Interlude❜

→ Pairing ; Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader → Quote ; ❛❛You both ended up sharing the bed.❜❜ → Genre ; Headcanons → A/N ; Again, sorry it took me so long to get to this, but here you got it! Pt 1 here, and pt 2 here!

A good few months had passed since your date with the Cacaoian king, experiencing certain highs and lows as any relationship brings, which brings us to the current day, where, after some consideration and discussions, you both were up to take on a journey to the Kingdom of Rose Champagne. The problem? A big snowstorm was incoming, and despite your pleas, the king was certain that you both would be able to pass the snowy mountains before the storm came.

“... A room please…”

“I told you”

What happened, however, was you both staying in an Inn due to the strength of the storm.

What started as a journey to have diplomatic affairs with the kingdom of Rose Champagne, ended up being nothing more but a chance for you two to bond as destiny stipulated.

You’d find refuge in a nearby inn as the storm approached, which brought the usual question, “are there any rooms available?” The answer was, luckily, a yes.

However, a problem arised, and that was that when you both arrived at the bedroom, there was only one bed!

Dark Cacao would offer you the bed, explaining that he was comfortable with sleeping on the floor, but you argued that it wouldnt be right for you to sleep on the bed while he slept on the floor, he was royalty after all.

“I just dont think its right…” You’d say, making Dark Cacao sigh as he looked at the floor.

“Listen—Im used to sleeping in hard surfaces, i dont mind-”

“No, Im not letting you sleep on the floor—”

You both ended up sharing the bed, as… uncomfortable as it initially was for the both of you who had just started a relationship, there were things neither of you were comfortable with just yet, things that still felt too far for the both of you. You still go to sleep, and as the morning comes…

You’d wake to Dark Cacao cuddling you, his head on your chest as he peacefully slept. 

It was rare for someone else to wake up before the king, save it’d be his close servants, but this time around it was you who woke up first, catching by surprise the king as he slowly came to his senses.

To say you both were embarrassed was an understatement.

You two get ready without saying a word, looking away from each other before resuming your trip. At one point he apologizes for his behavior, and as you just brush it away, finding it cute, you swear a faint blush has taken over the king’s cheeks.