#just goes to show how much of them is just v. light fluff

[freyito]

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴅᴀʏ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ [ᴍᴋ1]

✧ a/n: part one of my big ol valentines day posts. this one is for the mk1 boys only... unfortunately I had to remove of the boys because I genuinely cannot see them celebrating v-day... i apologize T_T!!! anyways HAPPY VALENTINES DAY :PPP <333!!!

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 1862

⎯Liu Kang

Part of Liu Kang wants to make Valentine's Day an over-the-top experience. But one of the things he’s learned over time (not just through his godhood) is that there is beauty in the simple things. Unfortunately he’s still busy, but trust, he’s got a nice little night all planned out.

A nice dinner at Madame Bo’s is arranged, accompanied by a nice, slightly extravagant bouquet, consisting of flowers from outworld, and some eucalyptus! And Liu Kang’s biggest gift to you is a book. Full of poetry. He doesn’t waste a single word within his writings, relating every single word back to you. And at the end, he ditches the poetry, a simple “I love you” written within the back of the book.

⎯ Bi-Han

Bi-Han is sappy as HELL for Valentine’s Day. Sure, his imposing demeanor is off-putting, but he wants nothing more than to spoil his lover, shower them with gifts. He’ll act like Valentine’s Day is a silly idea, that “he could do all of those things whenever”.

But, when Valentine’s Day rolls around, he surprises you with breakfast in bed. It’s… quite decadent. But hey, who can say no to a home cooked meal? Throughout the day he peppers you with all sorts of gifts, and refuses to say that it’s for Valentine’s Day when you ask. Flowers, chocolates, and other miscellaneous items. Bi-Han isn’t afraid to show off his wealth, especially when he can buy you all the gifts you could possibly want. Despite this, at the end of the day, he chooses to settle with you on the bed, and hold you close. He whispers all the things he loves about you and how happy you’ve made him. In the end, he could care less for grand gestures, settling for words instead.

⎯ Kuai Liang

Nothing is wrong with a little simplicity on Kuai Liang’s end. Valentine’s Day isn’t the biggest thing to him, however he does like to make it special. He does his best to spend time with you whenever, but especially so on Valentine’s Day. Building the Shirai Ryu has him busy, running all around with barely any free-time.

But, Kuai has somehow escaped his work load for the day. He greets with you a simple bouquet, with pink tulips, baby’s breath, and pink roses. Plus some yellow tulips thrown in (because it’s close enough to his favorite colors). Paired with a nice little card. He doesn’t need to make his love some sort of big show– hell, he doesn’t need a day for it. He lets you know every day how much you mean to him, and he shows it, as well. Who needs just a day to reinforce that?

⎯ Johnny Cage

Johnny’s corny. He goes above and beyond for you on Valentine’s Day. He gets all the usual stuff, a horribly luxurious bouquet, like 7 boxes of chocolate (or a different candy if you don’t like it), and like seventeen cards worth of how much he loves you. Good god, if he could, he’d probably change his license plate to YOUR NAME for V-day if he could. Granted, every holiday with him is beyond your expectation.

And of course, the main show is in the evening. After a rather extravagant dinner, he brings you home to be greeted with a trail of rose petals leading towards the bedroom. Cage has got the biggest, goofiest smile on his face when you follow it. He’s got the lights dimmed perfectly, the petals on the bed are shaped like a heart, and in the middle of it, a little tray with two glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider. He wanted to make a grandiose gesture…. and don’t be surprised if he gets down on one knee, either.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is a sucker for V-day, actually. He won’t miss any opportunity to spoil you and shower you with his love, in fact, he does his best to get Valentine’s day off. Regardless of how much he loves the holiday, he sticks to simplicity. He likes to make it a beautiful event, it starts at 12 am for him and ends at 11:59 pm. He wants to make the day just as wonderful for you as he plans.

It starts with a voice message in the morning. A nice little good morning, followed by him telling you to dress your best and that he’ll pick you up around 11am. Why isn’t he there to say that in person? He’s already out, looking for the best bouquet he can find. He refuses to do it any time before, because he wants them to be as fresh as possible. And when he finally picks you up, you’re in for a beautiful night out, with a quaint dinner, and some sappy and romantic dancing by the end of the night. Kenshi gives you the royalty treatment (although, he treats you as such every day), he leaves no room for question of his love.

⎯ Kung Lao

Kung Lao is a bit of a mess when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He’s always got such big plans, something magnificent, bigger than the world itself. It’s not that he can’t, it’s that he doesn’t have enough time. But, just when he freaks out about disappointing you, he reminds himself just how much he loves you. And perhaps there’s no need for a big display.

So, he shows up at your door with a simple bouquet of roses, and a smile on his face. He’s saved all the sappy words he can spill to you for a card, he’s pestered Madam Bo to keep a table open just for you two tonight. And when he’s met with your smile, he realizes it was all worth it. And… for once, he’s totally okay with paying! Every time you look at him, every time you laugh, every little thing you do, it makes him happy.

⎯ Raiden

Raiden’s V-Day “celebration” is pretty quaint. It isn’t flashy, it isn’t anything big. But it’s you and him, and that’s exactly how he likes it. Valentine’s Day isn’t the biggest thing for him, he thinks he shows his love for you everyday, and that’s enough. But regardless, he’ll celebrate with you, especially if you want him to.

He presents a small bouquet of sunflowers to you, before taking you out for a nice little picnic. It’s surprising how he was able to find such a secluded spot, something that feels like it’s just you two… which it is. That’s all he needs, though. To sit there, under the clouds, with you in his arms. Raiden plays with your hair, whispering every little thing he loves about you (like he does all the time), sprinkling in ‘i love you’s and much more in between sweet nothings.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Good god, does Tomas splurge on Valentine’s Day. He buys a bunch of stuffed animals– teddy bears specifically– like a month in advance. He tries to be subtle about it, but he’s got a horrible poker face when it comes to you. He’s all smiles and blushes whenever V-Day is even brought up, because he finds it so hard not to spill what he has in store for you. It’s a secret, dammit, and you’re normally the person he tells everything to!

And when the day comes, he’s practically skipping to your door. He’s got a big ol’ teddy bear in his arms, one of the ones that’s easily the length of your bed. This one will join the massive hoard of stuffed animals Tomas has gotten you. Other than the massive teddy bear, he takes you out for a nice little dinner, something cozy and warm. And when the night is over, he’s dragging his feet, cause he doesn’t want V-Day to end.

⎯ Syzoth

The idea of Valentine’s Day is lost to Syzoth. There’s not really an equivalent for Zatterans (and he’s not necessarily interested in Outworld's equivalent), but all you need to do is explain it to him and he’s got a couple of ideas in mind. He doesn’t have the strongest grip on the concept, to him it’s more of like ‘an even fancier date all day’– in his words.

He’s managed to make an impressive bouquet, with all sorts of flowers that you haven’t even seen in Outworld before. He’s quite proud of himself, but the bouquet isn’t the main part. It’s stargazing. He’ll spend time with you throughout the day, however, he can’t wait for the evening. He’s not so sure on entering Sun Do, so most of the day is essentially stalking through the woods. Not that it’s bad, it’s quite peaceful, actually. Knowing it truly is just you and him, it’s just enough.

⎯ General Shao

Like the other Outworlders, Valentine’s Day isn’t something Shao’s heard of. But when you explain it to him, it clicks. He’s not necessarily the most romantic, or free to indulge in the holiday. But he won’t pass up a good opportunity to spoil and pamper his lover. He kinda just gives you a handful of money and tells you to get something you like…

But he doesn’t just want to brush you off. That’s not what he’s doing. Safe to say, he has a hard time expressing affection considering his lifestyle and his title. And, unfortunately, being a general doesn’t exactly mean he gets that many days off. He makes it up to you in the evening, when he can finally squeeze in free time. It’s not extravagant, but it’s something. Nothing’s wrong with a little dancing, right? Especially under the stars?

⎯ Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung is all for it. In fact, he beats you to the punch. He’s a day early, but it’s kind of endearing to see him interested in Earthrealm traditions. Or perhaps there are ulterior motives… It’s hard to tell. Regardless, he’s super enthusiastic, and excited to share this day with you.

He’s gotten every little thing he’s heard about, a bouquet, a card, some candies. It’s odd seeing him essentially throw gifts at you, but he does really enjoy spending money. He overdoes every little gesture for you, dramatically opening the door, professing his love to you like every 3 minutes, the whole thing.

⎯ Reiko

The mention of V-Day comes up in passing, it’s not something you really talked to Reiko about. Initially, he doesn’t care. It’s another Earthrealm holiday that doesn’t matter that much to him. But when he hears you talk about all the gift giving and the fancy dates people take their significant others, he’s a little bit intrigued. Mainly because you seem so enthusiastic about it. And he wants to show off just how good of a partner he is.

He doesn’t make it some big show, he keeps it pretty simple. A couple flowers and a nice little night out in the markets. Sure, he could do more, but it’s his first Valentine’s Day, he’s doing great. He buys you anything you look at, no matter how small it is. Reiko would buy you dinner, too, but you two have pretty much eaten every little snack that was being sold at the market. At the end of the day, he doesn’t have the best grip on V-Day, but each year he does his best to make it better.

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You're absolutely right, Eric Winter is the Godfather of sexyness🔥

Anyway, I hope you don't mind that I came up with with a The Rookie idea 🤗 hear me out my love hear me out:

Reader is a cop. Tim and her secretly harboring feelings for each other but they would never admit it

Everything was fine until one night when they were out with the others to celebrate and then they had a drunken one night stand

The next day Tim tells her that it was a mistake and they should forget about it. Reader is heartbroken and devastated.

Tim is also sad about the situation but he thinks it's for their best, so he even tries to avoid reader at work and she him

Until one day they have to partner up and go on patrol together

Above this uncomfortable situation reader is also feeling under the weather and feeling ill, but she doesn't want to show weakness towards Tim. So she tries to live trough the day despite her beginning to burn up and feeling weak

They got called to warehouse but it's a trap and they got captured

Tim finally starts to talk to her but notices how pale and sick she looks

He goes in full worried Tim mode

He tries to keep her calm and help her in her sick state

He apologizes for his behavior and they talk about their feelings

Reader is starting worsen, Tim holds her

With a lot of drama, sick reader, worried Tim until they're found

What do you think?

Have a nice day 💕💐

Intoxicated

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it!), slight praise kink, hell of a lot angst, fluff

Word count: 4.939

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I absolutely loved it and I hope you'll like the way I wrote it! I don't know how, but somehow this ended up in present tense, not past tense. It's like my brain was offline when I started to write. Anyways, I hope you don't mind!

Im pretty sure I switched somewhere between the tenses, and haven't corrected it yet, so please let me know!

Enjoy!

You can't help the giggle that escapes you, when you try to open your door. Tim giggles along with you, his smile being so much more intoxicating in this moment, than you remember it.

Even though he's just waiting for you to open your door to bid you good night, before he would continue on to his own house, you can't help the exited feeling that's cursing through your veins.

You'd give more than everything to have him stay over. But that's just a fantasy - a very good one, but still.

You are colleagues, nothing more. Good friends, maybe, but that's it.

You're just coming home from a night out with your friends and other colleagues, having had a drink too much.

Tim had to hold you up all the way to your house, or otherwise you would have stumbled and fallen most of the time.

His hands had felt wonderful on your waist, a feeling that would surely burn its way into your brain forever.

When you finally hear the familiar click, you look up at him in triumph. He cocks a brow, huffing a laugh at your proud smile.

Heaving a sigh, you push the door open, turning back around to him. He's still looking at you, his face adorned by a warm smile though his eyes seem darker in the light of your porch's lantern.

The atmosphere prickles like electricity, it's thick - at least it is for you, as you inhale shakily.

He swallows thickly, taking a step closer.

"Are you sure you can take it from here?" he rasps, his voice suddenly hoarse. "Or do you need any help?"

He can't deny that he secretly hopes you would want his help. You had been intoxicating the whole evening, catching his gaze more than once with the way you looked and carried yourself that night.

His fingers feel numb, as the electricity shoots through them, his heart beating unsteadily.

Yours does the same, eyes locked onto his, as you search your mind for an answer.

"Some help would be great." you finally breathe out, watching his adam's apple bob, as he swallows again.

Nodding, he bites his lip, before you walk inside backwards, placing your keys on the dresser beside the door.

Once he crosses the threshold, he pushes the door closed with one hand, gaze still locked on yours.

Your breathing becomes shallow, heart pumping in your throat, as you anticipate his next moves.

Would he really just help you, so you'd be tucked in bed safely, before he left? Or would he help you in the most delicious way, the one you secretly yearn for?

Once the door clicks shut, he closes the distance, his hands grabbing your neck, as he pulls you closer. His lips meet yours like a starved man, not sweet, but hungrily and demanding.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, his sudden boldness leaving you dizzy.

Your hands interlock behind his neck, one of them brushing though his hair, as you tug him even closer.

His tongue brushes over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You give in more than willingly, sighing into his mouth, as his hands find your waist.

His touch almost burns you, the intensity of his kisses soon leaving you breathless. It's a sensation you're sure you'll never forget.

He pushes you against the wall behind you, hands wandering further down, before they grab your thighs, letting you know that he wants you to jump.

And so you do.

As he walks you towards your bedroom, you can't help but sigh dreamily.

This is all you had silently wished for.

Even though you are drunk, you suddenly feel sober again.

As he lies you down on your bed, his lips leave yours, sucking on your neck instead. You moan as he finds that sweet spot that has your toes curling, causing him to suck even harsher.

His hard-on presses against your thigh, giving you a hint of what lies beneath the jeans - it was a lot.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head, before discarding of it on the floor. His lips greedily trace every inch of skin he exposed, kissing his way down the valley of your breasts, fingers fumbling for the clip of your bra.

Once he opens it, he lets it join your shirt on the floor, one of his hands grabbing a breast, kneading it. It makes you moan, arching your back into him.

It doesn't take him long to move further downwards, getting rid of your pants and underwear, after removing his shirt. He tugs you closer to the edge of the bed with his arms wrapped around your thighs, breath ghosting over your heat.

You are a whimpering mess under him, only growing louder, as his mouth attaches to your clit, sucking and licking, his hands firmly holding you in place.

Your sounds spur him on, his name on your lips; his hips frantically rolling against the bed frame in search for some friction. He hums at the taste of you, the sound vibrating through your cunt, eliciting another string of moans to fall from your lips.

He alternates between licking and sucking, tongue circling your entrance, before he slowly pushes a finger inside. He curls it just right, hitting that spongy spot that has his name cried into the night.

In a matter of minutes he has you coming on his tongue and fingers, riding you through your first orgasm of the night, as you continue to whimper his name like a mantra. He takes everything you give him, greedily lapping at you.

You can taste yourself on his lips, his tongue licking into your mouth. When he pushes inside it causes you both to groan, and he hisses as you grip him so tightly.

Panting, you try to calm your racing heart, as he pulls off his pants, before joining you on the bed again. His lips entangle with yours, as he aligns his cock with your entrance.

Falling into a steady rhythm, your legs wrap around his waist, granting him even deeper access. You can't help but gaze down at where you both are connected, moaning at the sight.

His lips find yours again, before they brush down your throat, kissing and sucking, stars appearing behind your closed eyelids, as your head tilts back.

You moan loudly, when he hits that sweet spot, cock softly kissing it. He does it again and again, hitting it so good.

"You're so tight." he grits out and you whimper in return. "Takin' me so good."

His words send shivers down your spine and you clench down on him. He hisses in return, smirking to himself. "You're doing so good for me, gripping me so deliciously." he praises, drawing a strangled moan from you.

"I'm close, Tim!" you breathe out, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. His meet yours and he nods. "Me too, baby." His lips graze your cheek, brushing up to the shell of your ear. "Come for me." he demands, hips snapping against yours. "Come all over my cock for me."

You cry out his name, following his demand as you come hard, squeezing him and he follows, stilling balls deep inside you, as he paints your walls with his cum.

You pant, shivering as he fills you up, his cum slowly oozing back out of you.

You swallow, heart pounding violently against your ribs. Tim slips out of you and you shudder at the sudden emptiness.

Sitting up, you watch as he collects his clothes, putting them back on. Suddenly it's awkward as you're sitting there, unsure of what you should do.

Scrambling for your own clothes you mimic his actions, until you're standing in front of each other, fully dressed again.

He seems hesitant, not sure what to do or say either.

"I'm gonna head home." he then says, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "See you tomorrow."

You just nod, eyes following as he walks to the door, eyes meeting yours for a split second, before he leaves.

You feel like shit.

Used, that somehow sums it up.

Walking into the bedroom you shed your clothes again, before stepping into the shower and turning the water on.

Trying to forget the gnawing feeling in your stomach, you scrub at your body, trying to wash him off of you.

His touch, his kisses, his scent.

But it doesn't work.

Not even the saltiness of your tears gets the feeling of his lips off your skin.

When you're lying in bed, wide awake, you try to think of anything other than him.

But nothing works.

_____

When the alarm goes off the next morning, you groan, rolling over to shut it off.

You haven't slept much, barely able to slip into the darkness without his face behind your closed eyelids.

Getting ready for work, you drag yourself around the house, before gathering your keys and heading to the station.

Somehow it feels strange, everyone seems to stare at you, like they know what you and Tim did last night.

But they don't, and they're not actually staring at you, barely glancing your way as you bid good morning.

Tim is already there, you've seen his truck when you parked. Dread is eating at you, not sure if you want to see him at all.

Walking into roll call, taking a seat at your usual spot, your eyes scan the room. He isn't there yet, but as you realize he'd sit right beside you - like he usually would - your heart picks up its speed.

Panic suddenly floods you, as you consider if you should go sit somewhere else.

But as the room slowly fills with people, your chance at another seat reduces more and more. When Tim enters the room, you stiffen.

Missed your chance.

He avoids looking at you, only mumbling a good morning, as he takes a seat beside you. Your arms brush against each other, and you flinch back involuntarily.

His eyes find yours at the motion for the briefest of moments, before they avert. Shrinking into your seat, you bite you lip, arms pressed to your body to avoid another touch.

Suddenly, you regret what you did last night. It seems to have changed everything - how could it not, right?

What else do you expect?

Sighing quietly, you wait for Grey to begin, so you could concentrate on him instead.

He assigns tasks, before he dismisses you.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you get up hastily, but Tim has the same idea.

You bump into each other like two teenagers on the run, before he takes the lead, walking out of the room in front of you.

"Tim!" you call out after him, before you can stop yourself, flinching internally.

He stops in his tracks, biting his cheek, before he gathers the courage to turn around to you.

"Yeah?" he asks, taking a step closer. You search his eyes for any indication of regret, unfortunately finding it.

He looks pained, like he wants to get away from this conversation as fast as possible.

"Can we talk?" you ask, voice lowered so other colleagues wouldn't hear. His eyes swipe through the room, before he nods once.

You follow him into the empty break room, stopping when he does.

"What do you want to talk about?" he wants to know, like he doesn't already know the answer.

"Last night." you press out, fighting to keep up the eye contact. He nods, biting his cheek again.

"Look, I know we... had sex, but it was a mistake, okay? It won't happen again." he says, all the while keeping a straight face.

Your heart crushes, but you won't let him see it.

You can't.

Not when he had you moan his name so often last night, that you aren't able to think anything else other than Tim.

Not to mention the way he talked to you. Or more like praised you.

A cold shiver runs down your spine, as you gape at him like a fish.

Cheeks flaming up, you look away, jaw ticking as you try to suppress the tears.

His face contorts, pain flashing through his eyes. He hates doing this to you, but he has no other choice.

Thankfully, you don't see it, as he steels himself, before you look back up at him.

Before you can say anything, someone enters the room, seemingly in search for some bad coffee.

Without another glance, you turn around, leaving him behind to find your rookie, his carefully put up mask crumbling with a pang in his heart.

Finding your rookie - or rather John's, but yours for the day, considering John isn't at the station until tomorrow - you send her a small smile.

"Celina." you greet her with a nod, motioning for her to walk towards the already prepared war bags, gathering them along with the guns.

She carries them towards the shop, storing them in the back, before heading to the passenger side.

"What's up with you?" she asks, sending you a worried glance. Brows furrowing, you get into the shop, buckling up. "Don't know what you're talking about." you give back, starting the engine.

You have been talking to her a lot since she started as a rookie, getting along pretty well.

That she can seemingly read you so well, has you swallowing.

This shift will be a stressful one.

_____

And it is.

You swear at some point Celina's stares have begun to burn holes into your skin.

"What happened?" she asks for what feels like the hundredth time, barely two hours into the shift. "I'm sensing strong discomfort."

Sighing, you grumble her name, though you know she probably won't stop. With Nolan she wouldn't be this forward, but you two had become sort of friends over the past few months.

"Okay, yes something happened." you finally give in with wide eyes and a motion that said 'happy now?', before carefully scanning your surroundings, as a sigh leaves your lips.

"With Tim?" she asks, still looking at you, even though you refuse to meet her gaze. "Did you sleep with each other?"

"No!" you respond a little too fast, eyes widening even more, causing her to tilt her head at you with a cocked brow.

"...maybe?"

Her own eyes widen as well, not having expected to be right with her assumption. "Wait what?" she gasps, leaning forward in her seat.

Rolling your eyes, you silently hope for a call, something to get you out if this situation.

And you're prayers are heard.

_____

It has been a week that feels like a whole month.

Tim avoids you whenever he can, and you do the same.

You should have known it would ruin everything.

Waiting for Grey to finish, you squint your eyes. Everything has been blurry since the morning, your body heating up slowly as time passes.

But you didn't want to call in sick, so you pushed through and to work with a sigh to yourself. You aren't one that gets sick fast, so you intended for it not to stop you.

"Bradford, you're with Y/L/N today." Grey's voice rips you out of your thoughts, gaze snapping up. If he sees the look of disbelief and panic on your face, he doesn't show it.

Or he simply doesn't care, as your watch commander.

Standing, your eyes hesitantly meet Tim's, who's across the room. You had switched seats with another colleague, so you wouldn't be sitting beside Tim anymore.

Sighing, you follow him, as he leaves the room, heading for the shop.

When you both stop behind it, his brows furrow. "Where are the war bags?" he wants to know, and your brows furrow as well. "Thought you'd get them." you mumble, avoiding eye contact.

He groans in annoyance, the sound making you feel worse, before he leaves, going to gather the things you need.

Fumbling with your body cam nervously, you wait for him in the shop, glancing into the side mirror, when the doors slide back open. He stores the bags and guns in the back, before getting into the drivers seat.

You don't talk, as he leaves the garage, driving out onto the bustling streets of Los Angeles.

Sighing to yourself, you adjust in your seat, back aching. His eyes drift over to you for a brief moment, taking in your appereance.

You are looking uncomfortable, but not only from the current situation. There are bags under your eyes, indicating that you didn't get enough sleep. The slightest bit of sweat makes your forehead glisten, and he wonders if you're feeling ill.

But he holds his tongue, not saying anything.

Your heart races, only adding to the uncomfortable feeling creeping into your bones. It isn't only Tim's presence, but whatever you might have caught, as well.

Coughing quietly, you lean forward in your seat; inhaling deeply, when you can breathe again. Yesterday you were feeling good, so why are you getting so sick now?

Tim's eyes wander back to you, brows furrowing, before he looks back out of the window.

The silence is deafening, tension palpable. Your tongue feels like lead, your feelings making it hard to speak.

"Can we stop to get more water?" you ask hoarsely, not daring to look his way. He nods, the crease between his brows deepening, as does his worry for you.

He can't deny that he's worried, not sure what you are going through that has you looking so pale. He's sure it's not only his presence, though.

When he parks, he motions for you to stay in the car, getting out, before you can protest. Huffing, you lean back in your seat, silently grateful that you don't have to go yourself.

Eyes closing, you breathe in deeply, trying to relax and lessen some of the pain in your back. But, when the door opens and Tim gets back into the shop, all relaxation goes out of the window again.

"Are you okay?" he wants to know, handing you two bottles of water. You nod, taking them without really looking at him, shivering as his hand brushes yours.

"I'm fine." you assure him, trying to sound stronger than you actually feel.

His teeth grit, but he doesn't push further - he doesn't have the right to, not when he's possibly responsible for how you're feeling.

With a nod, he buckles up, starting the engine and driving south, when the radio comes to life.

"7-Adam-100, we have a reported dispute, possibly armed, at a warehouse, 5601 Pico Boulevard. Do you copy?" "7-Adam-100, dispute, possibly armed, at 5601 Pico Boulevard." Tim speaks into the radio. "Copy, we're on it."

You rub your temples, clearing your throat, as you try to clear your head as well, shaking off the uneasy feeling.

The drive is quiet, except for the sirens, adrenaline pushing through your veins, alleviating some of the pain and aching. When you arrive, you draw your gun, hopping out of the shop and quietly following Tim.

Heading inside carefully, you start to clear the place, brows furrowing at how quiet it is.

How odd.

That is, until something heavy hits your head, and all you suddenly see is darkness.

With a groan you startle awake, sight blurry, as you try to make out your whereabouts. The air smells dusty and bad, brows furrowing. Pain shoots through your head, and you groan again.

What happened?

Blinking, you try to clear your vision, slowly making out another silhouette. "Tim?" you breathe out, once you're able to make him out in the light above.

He grumbles something, before his eyes meet yours.

"Hey," he brings over his split lips, blood already drying. "You're awake, thank god." You try to swallow the dryness in your throat away, but it makes you cough.

You feel feverish, body aching to the bones. You swallow again, in desperate need for some water. Sweat trickles down your neck and forehead, hair sticking to your skin.

You feel like shit.

"I'm not feeling good, Tim." you mumble, head lolling to the side. "Hey, stay awake!" Tim demands, causing your eyes to snap back to him.

He's bound to a chair, diagonally sitting beside you. Eyes widening, you realize you've been captured.

"Either they hit you real hard, or somethings up with you." he speaks, trying to analyze you from his position. "Either way, you're not looking good."

You huff, anger bubbling up beside the sick feeling in your stomach, vision lightly turning, but you try to keep it together. "As if you care."

He looks genuinely taken aback, forgetting he's being held captured for a moment. "Why wouldn't I?" he wants to know, leaning forward as best as he can.

"Because you refuse to even look at me." you retort, looking away, trying to inspect your surroundings instead. It's dark, except for the lamp dangling above you. "Because you refuse to engage with me no matter how."

You hear him swallow, as he licks his lips.

"That's not true." he mutters, inhaling shakily. Your gaze snaps to his, disbelief painted on your face. He holds your gaze, his own hardening slightly. "I do care. I care enough to end things before you can regret them."

You laugh dryly, anger seeping through.

"And what's with fucking me?" you ask, biting your cheek. "What about that?"

He flinches, swallowing again, as his gaze wavers. "We were drunk." he tries to play it off, shaking his head with a frown. "We weren't that drunk." you give back, leaning further back in the chair.

It's quiet for a while, your body growing hotter, the more time passes. You cough, groaning at the sick feeling that's making your stomach turn like a washing machine.

"You're sick." Tim realizes, eyes widening and you chuckle coldly. "No shit, Sherlock."

Someone chuckles behind you, causing you to jump in your chair, the wood scraping over the floor angrily. Heart racing, you try to catch your breath, head turning to watch the man come up in front of you.

"Well, that's the wonders of our chemical knowledge." he speaks, his accent thick. It sounds Italian, you think, as your brows furrow, same as Tim's.

"A bit of this, a bit of that, and you have a potent poison that makes you feverish, nauseous and sick."

Breath fastening, you swallow thickly, glancing at Tim. He fumes in his seat, eyes shooting daggers at your captor, who seems unfazed by it.

Panic grips at you with its iron claws, shivers running down your spine.

"Don't worry, it's nothing too serious." the man explains, grimacing. "Wouldn't want a dead cop on me, no. It'll wear off, but it gives me the perfect opportunity to tell you-" He cuts himself off, a sick grin splitting his lips, revealing pearly white teeth.

"Whups, maybe it is deadly. Should have read the description better, I guess."

Tim leaps forward, only held back by the thick ropes around his wrists. Fire spits from his eyes, and something tells you he'd kill the guy, if he wasn't restricted.

You try to focus, failing as you begin to hyperventilate.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.

You hear the man laugh heartily, like he just heard the best joke on earth. Tears well up in your eyes, and you can only partly make out the mans frame slowly stepping back into the darkness, eventually slamming a door behind him somewhere down the warehouse.

Tim yells after him, tugging on the binds, the chair scraping over the floor with the sheer force of his tugs.

When the tears start to fall, you hear a crack, followed by a grunt.

Tim has managed to tip the chair over, bringing enough force with him to break a part of it, using it to free himself.

"Hold on Y/N." he says, working on the rope with the wood. "I'm here with you."

You sob, dread eating you alive. You are gonna die, and you didn't even have a chance to really live your life.

Another grunt, and he has freed himself.

Making his way over, he starts to untie the ropes around your wrists, but the fever burning your whole body blocks the feeling of his skin on yours out. When he's kneeling in front of you, his hand softly connecting with your forehead, you flinch at how cold he feels.

"Fuck." he mumbles, knowing that your skin was way too hot.

He helps you down from the chair onto the cold floor, fishing for his back up phone, that was clipped to his body, where your captor didn't find it.

He dialed the station, calling for an ambulance.

Breathing heavily, the tears run down your cheeks in cold tracks. When he ends the call, he brings you into his arms, embracing you in a hug.

"I'm so sorry." he mumbles into your hair, his breath cooling your burning skin. "I'm so sorry."

You sob, choking on your tears.

"Don't be." you whisper, hands fisting his shirt. "It's not your fault." But he shakes his head, something cool hitting your skin - a tear.

"I shouldn't have distanced myself from you." he speaks, tugging you even closer. "I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "You didn't want to be near me after what happened, I don't blame you." you tell him, swallowing, but he shakes his head frantically.

"That's not true."

Your brows furrow, lips trembling. "What do you mean?" you rasp out, coughing once. "I mean that I didn't want to distance myself." he explains, a shaky hand brushing through your sweaty hair. "You have no clue how badly I wanted to be near you. But I didn't want to ruin what we have, I didn't want to face the possibility that you'd regret what we did. So I tried to give you space, telling myself, that it was the right thing to do."

A sob racks through your body, shaking him with you.

"But I don't regret it." you tell him, more tears falling. "I don't, because I love you."

It's now or never.

He stiffens, before he's the one shaking you now, with a sob of his own.

You are in his arms, dying, and you just told him what he was wishing to hear from you for god knows how long.

But you are dying.

"I love you, Tim." you tell him again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder, nose brushing his pulse point. "And I don't regret it, not for a second."

He breathes out shakily, holding you against him. "I love you too, Y/N." he rasps out, smiling despite the situation you were in. You breathe a sigh of relief, and it let's you see a light at the end of the tunnel, if even for just a moment.

Black splotches obscure your vision, the world around you slowly fading. But you don't care anymore, not when you are held by the man you so deeply loved.

"Hey, hey!" you hear him say, his face coming into view, as he pats your cheek. "Stay with me, Y/N." You nod, trying to follow his demand, but it gets harder with each passing second.

You hear sirens in the distance, shouting, as Tim rocks you in his arms, after pulling you back into them.

As your world slowly turns black, you can't help but smile.

He loves you.

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A strange sound wakes you, it's steady rhythm calling you back into consciousness. Bright light blinds you, as you try to open your eyes, making you groan in discomfort.

Something beside you shuffles, a chair being moved closer.

"Hey." you hear him say, before your vision slowly clears and his handsome features come into view. Sighing dreamily, you try to sit up and he helps you, moving the bed up so you can sit more comfortably.

He holds out a glass to you, moving it to your dry lips so you could take a few much needed sips.

"How are you feeling?" he wants to know, putting the glass back on the table beside him. "Like shit." you mumble, sighing again. He nods, biting his cheek. "But at least I'm alive, right?"

He huffs, elbows coming to rest on the bed. "They arrested the man, Damiano- I don't know what, and he's in custody right now." he tells you, hands wiping over his face.

You nod, relieved. "That's good." you say, sending Tim a small smile. He nods, barely registering. "He almost killed you." he mutters, frustration and anger clear as day on his face. "We barely managed to get here in time, to give you an antidote. And all just to teach the police a much needed lesson."

Carefully taking his hand, you give it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm alive." you remind him, and his gaze turns to you. "But-" "I'm. Alive."

He halts, swallowing, before he nods slightly.

It's silent for a moment, as you tug him closer. "Please tell me I didn't dream all of that." you tell him, trying to avert his attention. He huffs, a small smile gracing his lips. "No, you didn't." he assures you.

Your smile widens, tears burning in your eyes.

"Can you say it again?" you ask him quietly, sitting more upright. He chuckles, leaning more towards you. "I love you." he says, and you chuckle in glee. "Again."

He huffs playfully, scooting closer, so his face is inches from yours.

"I love you."

Pushing forward, your lips graze his. "I love you, too." you say, before he closes the small gap, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, a silent promise.

He'd never distance himself from you again.

Not now, not ever.

He simply couldn't.

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[pullhisteeth]

you get a promotion and Eddie wants to show you how proud he is :-) with his mouth :-)

18+ minors dni! fem!reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), gross amounts of fluff, lots of swearing lol. not proofread in the slightest

3k

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Is it possible to smile any wider?

Your cheeks ache with wonder, smile lines deep and eyes sore. It’s a feeling like no other, and yet you daren’t think about how it’ll feel when you tell him.

You’re eager and light on your feet, quick steps up the concrete stairs. You climb three flights like it’s nothing and almost slip when you reach the door. It takes you one, two, three goes to get the key in before you’re wrenching it open to find Eddie sitting lazily, reclined and dozing, on the couch.

He perks up when you drop your bag and kick off your shoes, eyes opening slowly as he lifts himself to sit upright. You shuffle, tugging your scarf off and your coat along with it. Where you’d ordinarily hang them carefully by the door, above the rack for your shoes, you drop them, far too elated to think about anything else.

“Hi,” Eddie sings, a dopey smile creeping in. He’s in his sweats, and the smell of pot lingering in the room, despite the open window, is proof enough that he’s enjoyed his day off.

“I got it,” you say, breathless, still grinning like a kid on Christmas. You watch as his eyes widen, smile dropping only for a second before he’s beaming just as much as you are.

“You’re serious?” he asks. His voice is louder now, as though you’d slapped him awake.

“Serious,” you respond, “I got it.”

He’s up quicker than you can think to expect, crossing the room in bounds to wrap his arms around your middle and lift you effortlessly off the ground. He’s squeezing you, spinning you, laughing like a mad man.

“No fucking way!” he’s shouting, and the elation in his voice alone could keep you feeling like this for weeks.

You’re giggling, happy noises squeezed out of you as he rubs his face into the pretty silk of your blouse. He lets you down slowly, softly, your socks hitting the carpet as his hands come up to hold your face. His palms warm your frosty cheeks.

“You,” he says, using his grip to look you square in the eye, “are so amazing.”

He kisses you on the mouth, hot and heavy and possessed by joy, and then begins an assault on the rest of your face. Each kiss is sweet and lovely and makes you giggle, and he dots them between gasping declarations: you are incredible, I love you, I love you so much, I am so proud of you.

That last one is what does it, sends your knees weak as you buckle. His arms are swift and secure, pulling you up and across the room to the couch. He’s still kissing every part of you he can reach: your temple, forehead, the crown of your head, and finally your nose. He lays you on the cushions and his fingers move quicker than his hazy brain, still a little cloudy with the remnants of the afternoon’s joint. He unbuttons your blouse, deciding it looks far too pretty on you to risk popping any buttons. His lips aren’t far behind his hands, dotting kisses over the skin between your collarbones as he tugs the shirt down your arms and pulls it out from underneath your body. He’s warm and lovely and your fingers can’t help but take root in his hair, tugging softly but never too rough.

“You’re amazing,” he repeats, breaths filled with love. “So amazing.”

“Eddie,” you whine, squirming under his hands and mouth, your insides bubbling with pride and love. You’re delirious with it, still giggling and humming contentedly when the pads of his fingers brush over the lace of your bra.

He’s riling you up in every way he can. With your shirt on the floor he can make quick work on your chest, tugging material down so he can dote on the swell of flesh. He leaves reckless marks, blooming purples of pride, and as his warm hands inch around your back to the clasp you arch into him, against his hip and the ghost of the way you’re making him feel.

“I know,” he coos, light and airy as his breath hits your face. “Shit, I know.”

Swiftly, he pulls the bra off and out of his way, but it’s too much - why are you like this while he’s bundled in a sweatshirt? There’s too much between the two of you, too many layers, and your skin is burning and you need to know that his is as well.

Your impatient fingers paw around the bottom of his sweatshirt, where the hem of his t-shirt peaks out. With a kiss clearly aimed at your nose - he misses by an inch and lands an awkward one beneath your eye - he leans back onto his knees, eyes tied to yours, and tugs both tops off in one quick movement.

You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself if you tried. You press tough palms against his stomach, fingers splayed over ink and skin, pawing at flesh like you’re dying. He laughs at you, a smug and breathless noise, as he tosses the material across the room. You hear it land with a thud just as he kisses your jaw, lips leaving a hot trail down your neck.

You wriggle, hands back in his hair, mewling at his kisses and this reaction to your own hard work. Eddie couldn’t be prouder of you, you knew this anyway, but to feel so appreciated, so acknowledged, and for him to feel pride for you, sends you dizzy.

“You’re amazing,” he tells you again, words scattered between more kisses to your sternum, stomach, waist. “Worked so hard, y’deserve all of it.”

You hum as he looks up at you from under his lashes. He kisses a straight line from one hip to the other, over the waistline of your trousers, which he pulls between his teeth. You laugh, reeling from his softness and his silliness, and wriggle your hips impatiently. He scrambles to get the button and the zip undone, and you writhe around as he pulls the fabric over your thighs, knees, calves, finally pulling it off your feet and throwing it to join the mess already scattered across your living room floor. His hands leave goosebumps in their wake and you cave for him, body drawn to his carnally. 

“G’na show you how proud I am,” he tells you gently, his hands framing your hips. He tugs at the faded cotton of your underwear and you nod for him, desperate for whatever he’s about to give you. There’s a chill from the open window and it distracts you from whatever he does with your pants - you squeeze your thighs together to hide from the cold and he tuts, tinged with something condescending but entirely playful. Prising your knees apart, he leaves kisses on his journey, up the warmth of the insides of your legs and past where you want him. He kisses your hip, and then the other, and when he looks up at you, he says, “Good girls get rewards, hm?”

You keen, whining again, eyes squeezing shut because he’s taunting you, teasing, and it’s unfair. But then his fingers find yours and he holds your hand tight, squeezing, as he kisses between your thighs.

The moan that rips from you is ungodly. You feel him echo it and the vibration is just as sweet. His mouth is everywhere at first, uncoordinated and frenzied, until he settles where he always does. His tongue makes tender shapes around your clit, drawing whimpers from you, and then you feel the fingers of his free hand.

It’d been around your thigh, rings twinkling in the light of the lamp on the sideboard. Now, though, it’s slinking underneath and joining his mouth. He prods gently until he finds what he’s looking for, and breaches you with two cautious digits. You’re fussing, a darling mix of giggles and whines, fingers pulling less than kindly at his hair now, moving him as you please. His fingers curl in a come-hither gesture inside your walls, encouraging the precipice; his mouth, his tongue, is kindling flame with obscene noises that you’re quickly going deaf to as the blood pumps quicker, thicker. You can feel him trying to dirty talk against your wet, but it’s no use. You couldn’t hear him even if your eardrums weren’t buried beneath rushing, because he’s too preoccupied to make himself audible. He’s doing his favourite thing, and he’s so nearly got you there.

“Eddie,” you moan, “please.”

He hums in response and adds a third finger, slow and attentive just in case, but you’re loving it. The electric current is sizzling around your centre, your stomach tightening in knots, and god, you’re nearly there.

Eddie lifts himself from you and your displeased whine is interrupted by his thumb replacing his tongue. He pushes deft circles there, in rhythm with his fingers.

“You’re so good,” he tells you, “So smart and strong, you’re such a clever girl.”

He shifts up the couch to your level, his hand still busy.

“‘M so close,” you tell him in a whisper. He kisses your cheek and the corner of your right eye, where a tear has broken loose and is making a run for it down your temple. “So close, Eds.”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you, hm? Gonna come for me?”

You make a gorgeous, strangled noise as you do, riding his hand and chasing his mouth with your own. You taste yourself and lingering peppermint until you can’t kiss him back any more because you’re gasping for air and telling him Eds, enough, please.

He retreats gently and brings his hand up to his mouth. You look at him from under drooping eyelids as he goes all salacious and dramatic, all three fingers in his mouth like it’s nothing. It’s stupid, because he’s winding you up again, but he’s so damn good at it. The sight is downright erotic and you keen, eyes widening in want.

“Hm?” he hums, pulling his hand away. “What d’ya want, pretty girl?”

You say nothing, choosing instead to open your own mouth, tongue sitting happily on your bottom lip. He smiles down at you and relents, laying two fingers on your tongue. You take them between your lips happily and suck, eyes fluttering closed, as you feel him shifting beside you. You take your cue, using your free hands to tug at his sweats. He’s hard as stone, prodding you through the soft jersey, and you’re desperate to feel it for real.

He moves to help you as you pull them down to mid-thigh, low enough that you can get your greedy hands on what you want. You hear him suck in a breath as you wrap around him and slide up and down, up and down, pleasantly humming around his fingers.

“Shit,” he hisses, “gotta- Shit, gotta stop, I gotta get inside you.”

Never one to deny him, you let him have his hand back so he can rest himself over you. He takes your thigh in one, lifting it up to his hip, as you continue to reach down and line him up.

“You ready?” he asks quietly, mouth by your ear.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum.

Eddie decides here, as he pushes into you, that he’s going to treat you like you’ve just had a promotion every single day for the rest of your life. He concludes that this is what you deserve, to be handled tenderly like this, and nothing less.

“Christ,” he pants, “I- fuck, I’m so proud of you, god-”

“Eddie,” you whimper, “please move, fuck, I-”

“You’re so good,” he repeats. It doesn’t stop, the praises - he calls you every word he can think of: amazing, incredible, smart, clever, pretty, tight. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, high on his devotion.

“Good girl,” he says as he pulls back. He thrusts in quicker and rougher, but his words are too kind to think he’s anything but a boy in love. “How’d I land you, huh? Amazing girl, so clever.”

You’re going dumb on him, mouth agape, so he seizes his chance. He taps your cheek lightly, just once.

“Open up.”

You open your mouth wider, knowing what’s coming and greedy for it. You stick your tongue out again and he replaces his two fingers, but you’re too far gone to suck, so he leaves them there, heavy and grounding.

It riles the tightening in your stomach and you arch your back into him as he thrusts in, out, in, out, a steady rhythm that matches the pretty grunts he’s making above you.

“Eddie,” you breathe, “I’m so- I’m close again, fuck-”

“Can feel it,” he says, “so tight, shit, feels so good.”

“You’re so deep,” you whine, “can feel y’in my guts, fuck.”

He groans at this. “Shit, sugar, y’can’t say shit like that, g’na come.”

“Please, wanna feel it, Eds.”

He’s stuttering, hips faltering, the fingers in your mouth unsteady so he removes them and uses the wet from your tongue to ease the friction on your clit. His hand travels down and when he finds purchase there, he moans, feeling you tighten around him at the contact.

“Fucking hell-”

“G’na come, Eds,” you manage.

“Come on,” he encourages, “Come again, fuck, y’can do it. Know you can.”

It’s getting hotter, hotter, hotter, winding and winding and snapping before you can warn him. You come hard and quick, limbs going limp and teeth biting deep into your bottom lip as you moan. He keeps going, eyes opening to check over you for any sign that he should stop but he finds none before he goes, too.

“Shit, Eds-”

“Christ-”

You feel him stiffen and rest on you as he paints your insides. He’s panting just as hard as you are and your skin is slick with sweat and spit.

He pulls out gently, easing you through it when you whimper at the feeling, and settles with his face at your chest. As you heave breaths, you stroke the damp hairs away from his forehead.

“Fucking hell,” he says again. You giggle.

“Thank you,” you say softly.

He shifts so his chin rests on your breastbone. “For what?”

“For being so lovely.”

You see his already flushed cheeks brighten with a new redness. “Shut up,” he says, smiling and resting back on his cheek.

“I’m serious.”

“Just proud of you ‘s’all.”

“Thank you,” you repeat.

After a few minutes of quiet, save for your breathing and the hum of the fridge on the other side of the wall, he lifts himself up to rest on his forearms.

“How’s a celebratory takeout sound?”

You open your eyes and look at him. He’s staring down at you, wide, brown eyes like ebony. His cheeks are still flushed pink and his hair’s a state.

“Chinese?”

“Anything you want.”

He leans down and gives you a quick kiss before he lifts himself off the couch. He’s only gone for a flash, and returns wearing new sweats and a t-shirt. He brings you your favourite pyjamas, fresh out of the wash, and a damp cloth. After he’s cleaned you up, you hop to the bathroom to pee.

The clothes are gone from the floor when you return. You pull on thick socks and listen to Eddie on the phone in the kitchen, reciting your order to the kind lady at the local Chinese restaurant. It arrives quickly, with a bottle of wine you didn’t know about, and you eat noodles and drink with him on the couch while you tell him about your meeting.

“Here you go,” he says, handing you a small foil package.

You tear it open and he does the same. You look at him and he nods, so you crack open the cookie to pull out the paper inside.

“The one you love is closer than you think,” you recite. Eddie looks up at you.

“How can I be closer?” he asks, brows furrowing, looking down at where your legs are resting on his lap. “You’re practically sat on top of me.”

“You were just inside me,” you say, smiling at the way Eddie rolls his eyes. “C’mon, what’s yours say?”

He looks down at the paper held between his fingers and grins. “Before you receive, you must give.”

You laugh, loudly, and he looks back at you.

“Well,” he says, leaning over to put his plate on the floor, “I did give, so…”

You gasp and swat at his arm, but you can’t help grinning. Your cheeks are aching again, your chest glowing golden with love. He holds your calf with one hand, squeezing, and reaches the other up to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I really am proud of you, y’know.”

“I know.”

“You deserve it. I’ve never known anyone who works as hard as you do.” He curls a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you give, leaning into his palm and letting your eyes close. “Wanna go to bed?”

“Mm-hmm. Will y’carry me?”

“On one condition,” he says through a sly smile. You open one eye and narrow it, glaring at him.

“What?”

“You make my fortune come true in the morning.”

You bite down a smile and close your eyes again.

“Nice try, hot stuff.”

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[babylon-cal]

RFA (Jumin, V, Saeran Jaehee) w/ A Small Chested MC

A/N: I'm sorry this took a while to get to you, I've been caught up with some stuff and I hope you enjoy this! I haven't done much fic type writing in a while so I hope this is satisfactory for you!

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Type: Headcannon Genre: Fluff, light smut Members: Jumin, V, Saeran & Jaehee Requested by: anon - Hi! I love Jumin from Mystic Messenger so much! I hope it’s okay to request a fluffy, slightly smutty headcanon of Juju, Jaehee, Jihyun and Saeran (separately) with an insecure and small chested mc?

Jumin:

Jumin seems like the type of person to find it attractive

but this man would do anything to make you feel better

so one day when he hears you sigh and say "I wish my boobs were bigger" he turns to you with a confused look

"why?" cuz what are you talking about, he is OBSESSED

when you express that you feel like having a small chest makes you feel undesirable or unattractive, he immediately swoops you up into his arms and onto his lap

"do i need to sue instagram? for showing my baby photos that make her insecure, cuz I will" stop him

"sweetheart, honestly, they're perfect, i don't want you to ever think about changing them, they're beautiful"

He really does mean it, and is sure to give your chest some extra attention during sex by giving it kisses and leaving hickeys all over it

"I really can't get enough of you, my love. If it was up to me, I'd have you topless all the time"

Jihyun (V)

This man is the Biggest Simp for MC in a relationship with them

Ever since getting together, he's always made sure that you have healthy communication, nothing you bring up is ever too stupid or insignificant

He always has time to listen and always knows how to make you feel better

So when you finally decide to bring up how you feel insecure about being small chested, he is right in front of you, grabbing your face gently in his hands and reassuring you

"I understand my love, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with the size of your chest. I love them, they're the perfect size for me! and I love you!"

Everytime you have sex, he always gives your chest gentle caresses and squeezes, plsying with your nipples with his fingers

"You are so perfect, my love"

Jaehee

Jaehee doesn't realise that you struggle with this insecurity until she sees that you've purchased inserts to make them look bigger

She doesn't confront you about it right away. She brings it up one day when you're in the shower together

"How come you bought inserts to wear under your clothes"

So you tell her, you open up to her about how you feel

She's listens and once you're done she pulls you closer so that your soapy chests are pressed up against each other

She caresses your back gently

"I had no idea you felt this way MC, I am so sorry. Please know that I love you just the way you are"

But she's understanding and tells you that if wearing the inserts make you feel better about yourself, you should keep wearing them, as long as it makes you happy

She still tries to cheer you up

"Trust me, MC you don't want big boobs, it makes your back hurt!!"

Saeran

You've spent a longer time than usual staring at your chest in the bathroom mirror

Saeran knocks on the door, "MC, are you okay? You've been in there for a while"

You tell him to come in, and he's a little flustered when he sees you but he quickly goes concerned when he sees your face

"My chest is pathetically small" you mutter out

Saeran walks behind you and places his hands on your chest. He looks at you through the mirror

"I don't get it, my love, look how perfect they fit in my hand"

You crack a smile and he grabs your waist to turn you around. He pulls you against his chest

"Besides, it just means I can feel your heartbeat better when you're close to me"

During sex, this man will Worship your body and constantly tell you how beautiful and sexy you are

He will do anything to make sure you don't feel sad about it again

END.

[that-fangirl-1106]

Hi, love it’s Tab!

I’m sending in my request now! If you write for Gaz would you write a fluffy a bit angsty piece for him coming home injured and exhausted from a mission and reader takes care of him? My boy needs some fluff 🥰

Thank you! I <3 you!

-Waiting-so-long

Gaz One Shot

Thank you so much @waiting-so-long for this request! I was super nervous to write this one but I’m so happy to write something for our underrated king! As always, requests are open and feedback is appreciated!

Warning: mentions of injury, probably so many medical inaccuracies I’m sorry, slight angst

Fem! reader

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It was days like this that made you miss him the most. When the snow is piled high outside and everything is silent — not even the sound of children playing outside or people going to and from town.

It’s empty.

And you miss him.

You miss his warmth, the way he’d bundle you up in blankets and hold you on the couch, the way he’d whisper a joke and chuckle against your skin, the way he’d keep you in bed as long as he could.

“Where you off to, love? It’s freezin out. C’mon, you know the best way to stay warm is body heat, right?”

You pictured him here with you, you mind starting to wander as you imagined him in the kitchen with those grey sweatpants he knew you loved. He’d have them hanging low on his hips, his v-line starting to show. He’d be putting on a show for you, trying to rile you up, but insisting he has no idea what you’re on about when you playfully scold him for teasing you.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a key turning the lock on your front door; the key that only one other person in the world has.

Before the door is even fully open you’re up from the couch and rushing to greet him at the door. When you see him the wind is knocked out of you; maybe it’s the cold air trying to fight it’s way in your home, or maybe it’s the black eye and busted lip he’s sporting.

“Kyle,” you whisper, and he can hear the worry dripping from your voice. You reach up and gently cup his face in your hands, needing to confirm that he’s actually here. He made it back home to you.

“Hey, lovie,” he grins at you, feeling warmth spread across his chest as he takes in the sight of you. You look cozy and warm, soft and gentle, everything he hasn’t had over the past few weeks being on a mission. He ignores the pounding in his head and the aches in his bones and leans down to give you a soft peck on your lips.

“You miss me?” You can hear the smirk on his lips as he speaks, but you don’t miss the way his hand hasn’t left his lower ribcage. Or the way he isn’t standing completely upright, as his shoulders curve slightly downward.

“Of course I did, baby.” Your eyes scan his face, looking for any other signs of injury. “Are you okay? What happened?” You move your thumb towards the cut on his lip, but he gently grabs your hand to stop you.

“I’m fine, love, I promise. Just a little banged up. Nothin’ new.” He brings your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it.

He shuffles himself inside and gently kicks the door shut. As he moves to take off his coat he lets out a soft groan and his hand immediately goes back to it’s place on his lower ribcage.

“Kyle, honey, let me help,” you say softly as you gently remove his jacket. Him being cut up and sore after a mission was routine at this point but this seemed different.

Normally when he came home he had that light in his eyes. He’d pick you up and hug you tighter than ever; but this time you don’t know if he’d even be able to pick you up. You felt anxiety settle deep in your stomach - something was wrong.

You place his jacket on the rack next to the door and the moment he hits the couch a long exhale leaves his lips. He takes a minute to sit with his eyes closed, his face scrunched up in pain while he thinks you’re not looking. He never wants you to see him like this. He never tells you the details of missions because he doesn’t want you to know just how dangerous his job actually is. He never wants his girl to worry more than she has to.

You sit down on the couch next to him and gently tap his shoulder, signaling him to lean back. He’s been dreading this part. It’s sort of a ritual you two have: you look him over for any bruises or scrapes and give them soft kisses. Sometimes he’ll even tell you the story of how he got them. This also normally leads to some really good sex.

But tonight he wants to skip this part. He doesn’t want you to see.

You slowly lift ups his shirt and let out a soft gasp when you see the deep purple and blue bruises that cover the right side of his ribcage.

“Just a little banged up? Kyle, this looks awful! What happened? How did-“

“Love, really, it’s nothing, I promise.”

You take in the sight of him and are struck with a reality that is always looming over your head no matter how much you try to will it away: you could lose him on any mission. He could leave and one day it would be Price returning home to you with a somber look and Kyle’s dog tags in his hand.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He didn’t…I did everything I could…”

You fell silent as you gently stroked his skin. The sound of Kyle speaking faintly registered in your brain with things like “three broken ribs” “said I could heal at home” and “not that bad, really” popping into focus every now and then. You feel the hot tears burning in your eyes and you try to will them away. You’re supposed to be comforting him. Not the other way around.

“Hey,” his tender voice called out as he cupped your face in his hand, wiping your tears away with his thumb. His hand felt like a small heater against your cheek and you tightly grasped it, grounding yourself in his touch.

“I made it back, darling. You know I always will, right?”

His eyes shone with the small smile on his face. He was always trying to charm you; to make you laugh and distract you from how bad a situation might actually be.

Your voice shook as you responded.

“But what if you don’t? What if one day you leave me and I can’t…I haven’t told you I love you enough and we have lived enough or done enough or-“

“Shh, lovie, breathe. You’re gonna make yourself sick worrying like that.”

He props himself up on his elbow in an effort to get closer to you and you can see how he bites back the urge to wince at the pain in his ribs.

“You’re the thing that keeps me goin, love. You’re my reason to keep fighting. As long as I can, I’m gonna fight like hell to get back to you. I promise you that. As long as you’re here waiting for me, then I’ll come back for you.”

He was the most honest man you’d ever met and you loved him so much it make your chest ache. You didn’t care of you’d resent yourself later on, wishing you had picked someone who hadn’t given their life for his team on a mission, you wanted to be with him - now and forever.

“I’ll always wait, Kyle.”

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König with a chubby cook f!reader who always makes him some extra of his favourite food, hides an extra slice of Sachertorte for him and makes him his coffee as he likes it in the common room.

König who's rough around the edges, maybe a lil yandere, but his clumsy way of showing his affections makes the reader swoon.

And ofc, König with a breeding kink, trying to show everyone this cook is his, and no one else's.

Request: My Sweet Sachertorte

König x F!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW, protective and possessive König, slight violence, p in v, dirty talk, biting, creampie, breeding

König couldn’t help but smile as he walked into the common room, seeing his mug on the kitchen counter alongside a tupperware and a note. He lifted his sniper’s hood just enough to take a sip from his coffee, his heart melting… perfect, as always. He then picked up the note reading it, his smile growing into a joyful grin.

“Had some Sachertorte leftover, your favorite ;) Guten appetit mein Schatz” he just couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to have someone as amazing as you in his life. Not only were you a phenomenal soldier, but you were an incredible chef! You had his whole heart, and he was grateful that you gifted him yours. (t- Bon appetit my sweetheart)

He grabbed a plate and put one of the slices on it, placing the tupperware and note into the shared fridge, deciding to save the second slice for the next evening. Taking his plate and coffee over to a small table, he could feel his heart sing with every bite he took. You always put so much love into your food, he could taste it and it only made him love you more.

He was hoping to share this morning with you but he knows you had an early mission, he’ll just have to wait to give you his thanks when you’re back. His mind then went into a trance as he tried to think of ways to thank you… to show you he adores you as much as you do him.

Once he has an idea, he gets up off his chair and places the empty plate and mug into the dishwasher, heading off to find himself something worthy for his sweet cook.

-

After a rather rough, but successful, mission you can’t help but be overjoyed at the idea of seeing König again. No matter how your missions went, he always knew exactly how to react and what he should say. There was already a smile stretching over your features thinking about him.

Unconsciously your steps quicken the closer you get to your room, suddenly realizing just how much you missed König during the day. As you open the door you call out for him, shutting the door behind you. “König! Baby I’m back” you look around your room, surprised at how difficult it is to find someone as big as your sweet Austrian Bear.

“Welcome back Schatz!” Your head turns in the direction of his voice, hearing how it echoes out of the bathroom. You walk over, going to stand in the doorway. Your mouth fell agape at the sight in front of you and your whole heart melted.

König was kneeling next to the bathtub, lighting a candle, the bathroom was dimly lit and there were more candles sat across the bathroom counter. You spotted petals decorating both the floor and counter, even spotted them swimming in the water of the bathtub.

“Aww… König. What’s all this?” You say and he turns to face you, it was a quick motion as if he was in shock. He quickly stands up “Nein! Schatz you’re not supposed t-“ his words cut off as he hits his head on the shower curtain rail, he groans softly and his hand goes to the top of his head.

You gasp lightly and walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek over his hood. “Are you alright?” You ask softly and he nods his head. He couldn’t look into your eyes, embarrassed at the whole scene. He hates how clumsy he gets around you, somehow losing all of his stoic demeanor and often accidentally making a fool of himself.

“You weren’t supposed to see this yet… it was a surprise” he mumbled softly and his head dropped slightly. His hands went to your waist, his large fingers began to delicately play with the fabric at the hem of your shirt.

The sight of him like this made your heart soar, you loved when he got all shy because of you, knowing that he only gets like this in your arms and in the safety of your room. How he melts into your touch and presence makes you feel all giddy inside.

“Baby~ I’m sorry, it’s an amazing gesture. I still love it nonetheless” you stand up on your tip toes and place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes finally shift to glance up into yours, the gentleness and reassuring nature of them making him blush easily.

After his embarrassment dissipates he finally realizes this is the first time he’s seen you all day. His arms immediately envelop your waist tightly as he nuzzles his head into your neck. “I missed you…” his voice sends a vibration through your body but you smile, wrapping both your arms around his neck and holding him close.

“I missed you too. God I craved one of these hugs all day” at those words you felt him hug you tighter, wanting to put as much of his love into it. Silently, you enjoy this moment, always feeling your worries and stresses fade away when König holds you so gingerly.

After some time König lifts you up off the floor and sets you on the bathroom counter gently, pulling away and resting his hands on your hips, your arms still draped around his neck. “Must have been a really exhausting mission…” his voice was soft, not carrying its usually threatening and dangerous demeanor.

“It really was” you say and smile at him, the way his eyes narrow and the skin around them softly creases tells you he’s smiling too. It’s then that it clicks “Wait… is that why you prepared me a bath?” at your question his hands begin to softly caress at your skin, practically mindlessly. His thumbs rubbing circles into the plush of your hips.

He gives you a shrug and you chuckle softly, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his cheek again. “That’s very thoughtful baby… but I’m sure there’s enough space for both of us.” You smile at him and his hands grip at your hips a bit tighter.

Gently you move your hands to his face, slowly lifting up his balaclava just enough to expose his lips to you. Blushing slightly when you notice how his tongue darts out between his lips to lick at them gently, clearly knowing what you were planning.

“That is… if you want to join me” you tilt your head and taunt him slightly, eyes going back to look up into his eyes. At those words König leans forward and kisses you softly. You, of course, kiss him back eagerly, arms wrapping around his neck again. “I would love to” he mumbles against your lips and you smile.

Soon after your lying back against König’s chest in the water, his arm draped around your shoulder while the other gently caresses and massages at your head. The two of you simply enjoy the warm water together as he let you ramble on about your mission that day, holding you close the whole time.

His way of showing affection wasn’t always very smooth or bold, but it was always very meaningful. Even if it was in König’s own clumsy yet adorable way. He always made it clear how much he loved you, how lucky he thought he was to have you. The two of you slept like babies that night… wrapped up in each others arms.

-

The next evening König makes his way to the common room, ready to grab his second slice of Sachetorte and go back to your room to cuddle up and relax together. Much to his dismay, when he opens the fridge the tupperware wasn’t where he had put it. His eyes practically ransack the fridge as he looks for it, his excitement shattered.

After the realization hits that it’s gone… he slowly closes the fridge. He stands there for a moment before something catches his eyes, the empty tupperware sitting in the sink. His disappointment turns to anger as he notices your crumpled up note next to it. Wet and carelessly thrown away.

Who would dare treat your note like that?! To König it wasn’t just a note, it was your love on a piece of paper, and someone had the gall to crumple it up as if it was nothing. Not only that but they ate his Sachertorte. That person either has real guts, or is incredibly stupid… when it comes to König, it’s always the latter.

His hand reaches into the sink, picking up the note and straightening it back out so it was flat again. That’s when a voice catches his attention, coming from his right. He spots a soldier leaning against the wall, his expression smug as he stares at König with his arms crossed obnoxiously.

“So, you’re ‘mein Schatz’…” his tone was cocky, bordering on mocking. König’s head turns slowly to face the soldier, taking in his posture and overall appearance. The way he stood was completely ridiculous, as if trying to appear nonchalant and threatening when truly he was making a fool of himself. König met people like him before, always acting like they own the world they walk on.

When König doesn’t speak the soldier pushes off the wall, standing up straight and looking at him with a lopsided grin. “Gotta say… your girl makes a really good chocolate cake” he raises his brows at him, as if trying to provoke him. Could he get any stupider?! Threatening a soldier with the soul of a bloodthirsty bear as if he stood a chance.

Not only that but he called your Sachertorte a chocolate cake. “You ate… my Sachertorte” his tone was low and unwavering, his words spoken as a statement rather than a question. This invasion had König’s blood boiling, this soldier took your love with little appreciation. Of course it was love in the form of a simple baked good, but to König it didn’t make a difference. It wasn’t his to take.

The soldier just shrugged, his head tilting up as if trying to look down at König. “Guilty. It was so good I even considered looking for her… so I could personally show her my gratitude” smirk still plastered on his lips, brushing of the irritation radiating off of König. Who begins to take a few steps towards the soldier, closing the gap between them slowly.

This should’ve been the soldiers sign to shut up and run but instead he provokes König further. “Could’ve been a bit sweeter…” the soldier critiques and König’s stops a foot in front of him. Fists clenched tightly as his eyes narrowed. The veins of his neck, hidden under his sniper hoods, pulsing at the soldier’s words. Speechless at the fact that he has the balls to critique your food.

It’s his next words that cause König to snap. “Although… I bet she tastes pretty sweet herself” the tone he spoke with set König off immediately. In the blink of an eye the soldier’s body collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall… which, right above him, had a large dent in it. Coincidentally the size of a head… how fascinating.

A part of him wanted to throw the scumbag over his shoulder and drag him to the training room, use him as a punching bag for a while just to calm his untamed rage. The other part of him suddenly felt extremely possessive of you, feeling as if the grotesque words of the soldier sullied your love and your character in a way that riled him up to know end.

He stands there seething for a moment, watching as the soldier groans and grabs at the back of his head. He looks up, enraged and ready to curse König out. Before he’s silenced at the intimidating atmosphere that falls on the room, pure tension and an intense anger looming over him in the form of a 6”4 behemoth with burning daggers for eyes.

The soldier’s eyes went wide and between the splitting headache, and the fact that the back of his head was probably bleeding, he didn’t dare stick around for another second. Gathering himself off the ground and quickly rushing out of the room, not daring to look back in case he was being followed.

Soon after, König leaves the room as well to head to your dorm. Disappointingly without his Sachertorte… but instead a new feeling burning at the depths of his stomach. Each step was with a new purpose, even if the original plan was an innocent night of cuddling… his mind was now on an entirely different act.

His imagination running wild with each step it took to reach you, that soldier’s words running through his head, as if he didn’t care that you were with König… as if he had to the right to talk about you like that. As if you belonged to him. The thought was sickening and only fueled the burning fire inside König.

As he bursts through the door of your room, ducking slightly under the doorway. He spots you in the small kitchenette that was specific to your room only. Gifted by the head of the base seeing as you weren’t accepting promotions or bonuses… instead asking for this.

He loved watching you when you cooked. It was the environment you look most beautiful in, so naturally elegant as you moved with a grace unmatched by anything he’s ever seen. You turn at the sound of the door and smile as you see him. Wearing your apron with a bit of powdered sugar on your face and arms, his anger melted at the sight… but his possessiveness only grew.

“Hey baby! I know you went to grab your Sachertorte… but I decided to bake some Linzer cookies and Vanillekipferl” your smile was so soft and welcoming he forgot everything that existed outside of this room and this moment. It’s then that he smells the amazing odor that was in the air, feeling immediately at home knowing that it was because of you… his precious chef.

His.

No one else’s.

König stomps over to you, wrapping his arms around the entirety of your figure easily, pulling you against him tightly. You hugged him back, smile still wide. “So… what do you want to-“ your question gets caught in your throat as he lifts his hood to kiss you. A soft squeak leaves you and he greedily swallows it.

His kiss didn’t waste any time, lips pressed against yours roughly, already starting as a hot and heavy make out rather than a ‘welcome back’ kiss. You were blushing at his eagerness, your eyes widening as you felt what was causing him so much discomfort pressed against your thigh. You swear you could feel it throbbing.

It wasn’t long before he had thrown you onto the bed, both of your clothes strewn across the floor. Except for your apron… which he had told you to keep on, loving how it covered you in such a seductive yet enticing way. Revealing only fragments of your plush skin to him so teasingly.

Your hips sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as König stood between them. They were wrapped around his waist, in an attempt to keep him as close to you as possible. His hands were gripping your wrists and pinning them to the bed on either side of your head. His hips driving into you at a devastating pace.

The feeling of his cock splitting you open repeatedly had your head thrown back on the bed, mouth agape as broken moans left you. With each trust he pierced you so deliciously, his eyes watching your face as it contorted with pleasure.

“God you’re so good for me…” his words were low and heavy, laced with a desperation and burning desire which could only be relieved by you. As your moans filled the room his need to claim you grew, “All for me… isn’t it?” his words always sent you in a frenzy, mind melting at the low vibrations sent through your body.

When you fail to respond he leans down and bites at your neck just enough to leave an indent of his teeth. You gasp and a soft whine leaves you. “Answer me.” His tone left no room for argument and you found the strength the respond.

“Y-yes! All for you! Only y-you” it was shaky and mixed with uncontrollable moans. The chuckle that left König sent a shiver through your whole being, it wasn’t mocking or condescending… rather a laugh at the expense of that soldier from the common room. Wishing he could hear your cries, hear just how desperate you were for him and only him.

“That’s it… just what I want to hear” with that he stands back up straight, shifting slightly to angle his hips more. The new position had him hitting that sensitive spot inside you repeatedly with impossible precision. It causes your eyes to screw shut and he notices how your fists clench, digging your nails into your palm.

Slowly his hands move up your wrists, intertwining with your hands, loving how he can now feel your nails press into the back of his hands. His eyes look down at where his hips meet yours, watching how with each thrust his cock disappeared into you in its entirety in a way that had him groaning.

The sight of your pussy swallowing his length with such ease, each inch of it throbbing and drenched in your slick… my god was it making him dizzy. “You take all of me so well… watching how that pretty pussy swallows me whole, scheiss it’s making me crazy” The sounds of your moans mixing with the soft squelching and slapping sounds coming from your meeting hips only making him more delirious with want.

At one point he notices just how loud you were being, questioning whether he should cover your mouth. He decides against it, rather liking the idea of everyone in the base hearing your broken moans, having it echo down the halls and through the vents of the base.

The more he thinks about it, the more his pace falters, feeling himself slowly reach the edge of his orgasm. He lets out low groans as his hips thrust into you harsher, chasing that release. “So close… I’m gonna fill you so goddamn good, make you all mine” his head falls back for a moment as he curses under his breath.

You nod your head feverishly at his words, the idea causing the fire in the pit of your stomach to build. Feeling yourself get closer and closer to an earth-shattering orgasm. Your back arches off the bed as your hips grind against König’s weakly, causing his head to shift to look back down at you.

A small smirk grew on his lips at just how much you were writhing beneath him. “You want me to cum inside you hm? Paint your walls till I drip out of you for days” his words only made you whimper, opening your eyes in order to look at him. You bite at your bottom lip and nod your head quickly, moments away from cumming around him.

When you bite your lip he lets go of one of your hands, moving it to cup at your jaw, squeezing it so your mouth opens slightly. “Don’t you dare. I want them to hear you… hear how you scream out for me” all you can do is nod again, letting out every moan, whine and whimper that rises out of your chest.

When König manages to hit a aching spot inside you the tension inside you snaps. Back arching as your legs tense and shake around his waist, your pussy clenching down on him like a vice. The feeling causing him to groan “That’s it… cum for me” it was spoken through gritted teeth.

His own orgasm rushing over him like a wave as your walls continue to flutter around him. His eyes roll back until they flutter shut, a deep groan leaving his lips as he murmurs out sweet praises, his hips stopping as he presses them against yours, keeping his cock deep inside you as it spills ropes of his cum over your velvety walls.

As he slowly comes back down from his high, his eyes open and he watches how you tremble slightly on the bed from the aftershocks of your pleasure. He leans down to whisper into your ear “You belong to me” his voice low and unwavering, only being met by a soft whimper.

He pulls back from your neck and his eyes lock with yours, their half-lidded gaze having his heart beating out of his chest… to him the sight was practically toe curling. His hand cups your cheek and traces his thumb over your cheekbone. “Mein Schatz” you lean softly into his touch.

The rest of the night he spent pampering you, holding you in his arms and feeding you all the Linzer cookies you asked for. Massaging you if you were sore and taking moments to caress at your scalp ever so gently.

Although he loved to claim you in a way that had his animalistic side growling, König was never one to skip over aftercare. You belonged to him, so it was his responsibility to make sure you were properly taken care of, especially when he fucked you till your mind melted.

“You’re all mine… god if that prick could see you now” you look at him confused at his words, he simply kisses your head “Nothing for you to worry about Schatz. Just some unfinished business”

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Plot points for @magical-mistakes-vm

Vollrath - Mahala

Writing left off with Mahala needing to use the bathroom at the mansion and finding someone/thing opened the curtains in the hall. She freaks out, calls for Balor. No one knows who opened them. Everyone can feel the presence in the hallway with them, but no one knows what it means. Balor tells Vol to take Mahala to his place and they'll finish up. Then they'll all meet up at Vollrath’s the next day.

While Mahala is packing, Vollrath admits that he thinks Balor is the one that the prophecy was for. He feels like he's fucking everything up. His emotions are confused and he's used to being in control, and he's very much not.

And…we meet our first ghost, Mahala’s grandmother. When Mahala and Vollrath aren't making progress on communicating, grandma literally turns the lights off on them and helps Vollrath figure out how to find his footing and also reassure Mahala. Sometimes you have to feel, not think.

Once reconnecting and centering is done, Vol takes Mahala to his mansion via scrying. He then contemplates proposing to both settle himself and her. To make things concrete, as they both know are sure of the prophecy. He takes a ring out of a drawer.

Mahala takes a nice hot bath, that Vollrath has to help her out of. They stay up for a little bit talking over a glass of wine. Then when she falls asleep in his arms on the bed as they’re talking a bit more, he takes a quick shower. Then he joins her back in the bed, still turning that ring over in his hand…and reveals a few of his feelings to what he thinks is a sleeping Mahala. She’s not quite awake, not quite asleep…but there is something revealed….

Back at the Codona mansion more family records are found upstairs. There are definitely going to have to be some conversations with M &V the next day. All 3 warlocks call it a night and skry home.

This is where we meet some new peeps.

Balor has a fiance’ but no one knows about her and won’t till everyone shows up at his estate. He’s going to keep her under wraps to try to teach his brother to get his jealousy in check. Ermengarde is a short & feisty woman, who also keeps Balor on his toes. She has him absolutely wrapped around her little finger though, and the inverse could also be said to be true. They have been trying to plan a wedding, but she has known that the prophecy was coming and told him that until he made up with Vol, they couldn’t do it. Needless to say, while neither are thrilled about what this all means in the short term, they are stoked that they are finally going to be able to get married.

There is an adorable scene when he gets home and is filling her in on everything, Just fluff…and planning…during fluffyness

Baldur goes back to his home where his fiancé Emine is. Emine is part of the Coven security force. She already knows what’s been going down and is relieved to see him back and unharmed. Again…fluffyness with backstory filled in during updates and planning….

Elmar goes home to Savina, a newer witch in the Coven who is an attorney for both the Coven and Vollrath’s firm. She’s friends with Emine, so she too knows what has been going on and is glad to see Elmar is unscathed. Fluffyness, planing, backstory…etc…etc…etc. LMAO

There will be glimpses of the women’s lives interspersed as it helps the bigger story too. Like Savina pulling up property records, handling the estate for Mahala, etc…. Emine is security, so if Vollrath HAS to be in a meeting w/o Mahala, the girls can have coffee or something. Ermengarde isn’t part of that side of the coven, so until they get to Balor’s, she mostly just interacts w/Balor, but some of that will be seen.

The next day when they all get back together at Vollrath’s. He has sigils on his mirrors that only allow certain people to scry in. Because Balor doesn’t have the special tattoo that will let him scry in, he scry’s to Baldur’s house and then Baldur scry’s to Vollrath’s. Once they are all together, what was discovered the night before is shared.

They decide that from now on, they will only go to the Codona mansion during the day, that way they can keep a better eye on who/what is outside the mansion. Mahala asks why she was able to stay in the mansion for over a week before the night she met Vollrath and nothing odd happened there, but then there were the incidents the night before. The men take turns explaining that her gifts would have been repressed because she’d never been trained or used them. But, by coming in contact with Vollrath, then them getting activated by defending herself against Jonathan, it could have caused the mansion to “wake up”. Until they have looked around the Codona mansion further, they can’t say for sure, but they all agree that they don’t think that it is safe for her to be alone there any longer.

After a few more discussions, they head back over to the Codona mansion. They split up inside and start going through the upstairs rooms. Some interesting things are found that start shedding light on her mother’s past, as well as more of her family’s. There are tie-ins with the Coven, Vollrath/Balor’s, Bazyli, and Lenz’s families. Things are often dark and no one likes most of what is found. The longer they are there, the more uncomfortable that Mahala becomes, often feeling like she’s hearing her name or being watched. Things will become increasingly odd.

The mansion is most def haunted. More than one spirit resides there and they don’t get along. Her grandfather, grandmother, and one other spirit they’re having a hard time pinning down. Grandma and grandpa hate each other. Grandma would like them to cast out grandpa, she says he’s evil and wants to harm Mahala. That whatever it is that is on the land outside is because of him. That he killed her when she tried to protect Mahala’s mother from grandpa’s evil plans with Bazyli. She’ll dump a lot of info when Vollrath figures out she can talk to them during the day.

As things become stranger regarding the mansion and the things found, Mahala and Vollrath will become closer. She’ll begin to trust him more, and he’ll begin to relax more regarding his jealousy. His temper, well…that he’ll have to continue to work on. That ring keeps burning a hole in his pocket too.

During this time Jonathan will be broken out of the confinement of the Coven. Some will believe it is an inside job. Emine will be part of the investigation and keep all of the others up to speed on what is being found out. She recommends that Mahala never be left alone, no one argues with that. Surprise? There is an infiltrator from the other Coven who has freed Jonathan and sent him with word to Bazyli that Mahala is back.

So, now Bazyli and Lenz are looking for Mahala. But, they are not the only ones. A jealous person in the Coven has alerted hunters about Mahala too. Whether they're wanting her or Vollrath isn't immediately clear, but will be.

Since everyone is watching for Bazyli and Lenz, the hunters are able to move around pretty freely. Finally while out shopping, Mahala is kidnapped and Emine shot. Both Covens about go insane when the news gets out.

Vollrath and his Coven are the ones that get to her first, and it is a trap. They were meant to. Because the Nachtnebel family has held the position of Master Warlock for generations, there is jealousy within the Coven. Mahala was just the bait to take out Vollrath and Balor. Then a warlock I haven't picked yet had planned a coup in the Coven.

What wasn't counted on was Baldur, Elmar, Emine, Savina, and Ermengarde all taking part in the rescue. Cue bloodbath via guns and magic. Big booms.

Bazyli and Lenz show up at the very end and while there are threats yelled at each other, the two warlocks aren't stupid enough to take all the others on. Now everyone knows though that they need to find all the information on the prophecy and what Mahala’s grandfather's magical eugenics project were all about.

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Tummy issues had me sidelined so I did a thing ⏫️⏫️⏫️. Nothing serious...just bad cramps...

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Scrapbook: Chapter 2

Title: And You Kissed Me Like You Meant It

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples).

Chapter Summary: Mikey and Dimples’ first date.

Warnings: familial death including parents and aunt, emotionally unavailable parents, divorce due to cheating, minor angst, oral sex (f receiving), protected p-in-v sex, tooth-rotting fluff (whoopsie)

A/N: Mike mentions some family members. I have a family tree that explains it all. *pulls up PowerPoint presentation on my phone* Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Mike and Dimples texted and spoke over the phone multiple times over the next few days. They agreed to go on their date on Saturday late morning so they wouldn’t have to worry about classes. He would choose the first activity and she would choose the second, keeping the details a secret from one another.

He arrives at her dorm in his Volkswagen Golf Mk6, parking across the street. Checking his hair for the millionth time, he gets out of the car to walk up to the front door. He’s dressed in a plain white tee that shows off his lean muscular frame with light-wash jeans and a pair of Vans. He originally wanted to just text Dimples to let her know he was outside but thought better of it. 

He raises his hand to knock on the door, but it opens instead. Dimples answers the door in a light blue flowy dress with little embroidered flowers on it with a matching pale sweater and casual sneakers. She is holding his hoodie in one arm and a small purse is over her shoulder. He thinks she looks like a perfect little tomboy in her outfit and compliments it as he all but drags her out of the house.

He walks her over to the passenger side, opening the door for her and closing it as she settles in. She puts his hoodie in the backseat and goes to buckle herself in. Walking around the front of the car, he notices she is having trouble getting the seatbelt down. Getting in, he reaches over her to help.

“Here, lemme help, Dimples. This thing gets stuck now and again,” Pulling the seatbelt across her lap, he locks her in, “Other than that, I love this car so much.” Petting the dashboard, he can’t help but whisper sweet nothings to the car.

“I’m gonna ignore you being creepy with your car and ask how the hell you got this on a college kid’s budget?” She laughs, tilting her head to look at Mike.

“Well, actually, my Dad helped me get this as a high school graduation gift. I paid half and so did he. My Mom did not want me to have a car, but Dad won the argument I guess.” He rattles off nervously, starting the car to head to their destination.

“I take it you’re closer with your Dad, then?” Dimples probes, watching as the street goes by in the side-view mirror.

“Yeah, my Dad’s close with me and my Mom is close with my brother. It’s always been like that,” Mike runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head a bit, “My big brother is my Mom’s favorite. And that’s fine, he’s the firstborn so.” He drifts off and she puts a hand on his thigh and lightly squeezes.

“I always wondered if my parents would have had more kids after me. I would have loved siblings. But they passed away when I was about 2 or 3. I barely remember them.” She says matter of factly, hoping to distract Mike from his family drama.

“Wow. I’m so sorry, Dimples. So, who raised you?” He put a hand on hers where it rested on his thigh.

“I was raised by my Aunt Nicole until she passed away a bit after I graduated high school. She left me with an inheritance and I was able to get scholarships to come to school here with a full ride. She never had any kids and my mom was her only sibling so after she was gone, it was just me. But I met Jasmine when I moved here and she’s been like a sister to me, annoying but helpful, ya know?” She takes a deep breath after spilling her guts all over the place.

“I can understand the annoying part, that’s Derrick for sure. He laughs at all my jokes, though. Gotta keep him around for a least a little while longer. Plus, without our friends, we wouldn’t have met.” He laces his fingers through hers and kisses the back of her hand.

A comfortable silence settles in the car as Mike drives through town. He parks in front of a cute cafe, leaves the car, and opens the door for his date. He extends a hand for her to take as she exits the car and she smiles up at him before finally getting up on tiptoes to kiss him for the first time today. She is rewarded with a blush creeping up on his boyish face.

Mike clears his throat and laughs nervously, “So, uh. Here we are at my favorite spot in town, ‘Auntie Erika’s’. This place has the best brunch I’ve ever had. Everything is cooked with love,” He leads her into the shop and locks eyes with the owner, “And also the sweetest woman in the world is the chef.”

Just then, an older black woman with short-cropped hair comes around the counter and runs up to hug Mike. She leans back and grabs his jaw to place a kiss on it. 

“Now, where have you been, Mikey? I have missed you!” She steps out of the hug and swats him with her hand towel.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in for a while, Auntie Erika, but I did bring someone with me this time,” He nods over to Dimples to get himself out of trouble.

“And she’s absolutely gorgeous so you better be treating her right,” Erika opens her arms for a hug and Dimples accepts it happily, “And she gives good hugs too. What is your name, baby?”

“My name is Daisy but Mikey calls me Dimples, Ma’am.”

“None of that Ma’am stuff, you call me Auntie Erika or just Auntie, you hear?”

“Loud and clear, Auntie.” She smiles and Erika pats her cheek warmly.

“Atta girl, now what are you two up to today?”

“It’s our first date.” Dimples looks up at Mike and they share a smile.

“First of many, I can already feel it,” Erika taps the side of her head, moving back behind the counter, “You two go get a table while I get a little treat for you both.”

“Auntie, you don’t have to–” Mike starts, but Erika cuts him off.

“Oh, would you just let me spoil you?” Erika puts a hand on her hip with a stern look in her eyes.

He laughs and throws up his hands, “Ok, Auntie, fine. You can spoil me all you want.”

“Good, now go and sit.” At Erika’s suggestion, they find a table on the open-air patio.

Erika brings out some hot cocoa and a large cinnamon bun for them to share and they thank her and dig into the sweet treat.

“So, tell me about your family, Mike. I’ve already met your Aunt. Who else is there?” She asks, laughing at Mike’s expense.

“Well, I’ll say I only really deal with my Dad’s side of the family. My Mom’s side is a bit all over the place. My Grandpa Gus is a player or was a bit of a player. He’s still alive but I think he’s finally settled down in his old age. Um, he used to be married to my Grandma Millie but they got divorced after she found him in bed with a lady named Louise when my Dad was about 5 or 6. Now, Grandma Millie is my Dad’s mom and Louise ended up pregnant with my Uncle Sy. So Dad and Sy are half-brothers. And Uncle Sy’s full name is James Syverson but everyone in the Army always called him by his last name so that just kinda stuck with him,” Mike pauses when their waitress comes to take their order and then continues, “Uncle Sy is married to Aunt Danette and they have a daughter, my cousin Cherie who’s about 8 or 9 now, I think. My Dad is Walter and my Mom is Eve, they had my big brother Evan four years before me. Evan is married to my sister-in-law Hope and they don’t plan on having any kids. I think that’s everyone for the most part.”

“Dude! Your family sounds amazing. Your Grandpa sounds fun, albeit kinda hoe-ish.”

“You don’t know the half of it. He flirts with my Aunt and Sister-in-law all the time. That’s the sailor in him, I guess. He actually lied about his age to get recruited to fight in World War II. He was 14 masquerading as a 20-year-old during the War. He’s in his 90s and looks like he’s in his mid-70s.” 

“So your Grandpa was a military man, and so was your Uncle. What about your Dad? What does he do?”

“My Dad’s a Detective. Before working in Homicide, he was S.W.A.T. and that was terrifying. Not that it’s not scary now, but as a kid knowing your Dad is out there running into danger was just…a lot, ya know? Like, puberty was already tough enough without that stress,” He looks into his now empty cup of cocoa to distract himself and she puts her hand on his, “One night, I just freaked out and told him I didn’t want him to die and I cried and cried until he promised to move to a different division. He stayed with me all night, promising me that he would leave S.W.A.T. and come home every night to be with me. So yeah, he’s my hero and all that.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.” She smiles, squeezing his hand and pulling a soft smile from him.

Their waitress comes out with Mike’s omelet and Dimples’ short stack with fresh fruit and between bites, they discuss school and hobbies. 

He tells her that he is studying social science with a specialization in criminology, hoping to one day be a criminal intelligence analyst. He always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps but not be in the field as much. He also mentions how much he loves gaming, finding great playlists for every occasion, and he doesn’t pay attention to sports.

She is majoring in psychology with a focus on child and adolescent psychology. After becoming an orphan, she realized the need that a lot of children and young people have for acceptance. She wants to work with them on their self-esteem and empowerment. She also loves gaming, finding cute comfortable sneakers, and photography.

Finishing up their meal, they say goodbye to Auntie Erika and make their way back on the road. 

Dimples gives Mike directions to their next activity and he is surprised when they come to a laser tag arena. He is so excited that he leans over and kisses her as he parks the car. He can’t wait to show off his skills and impress her. 

He realizes she means business as they get set up. Stealth, speed, and focus are the name of the game and she plays to win. Winning four out of five games, she reigns as the champion of laser tag. He has never been more attracted to someone than he is right now. He bows down to her prowess and she feels heat rush to her cheeks as she tries to coax him up from the floor as he is causing a scene. Getting up, he suggests they go back to his dorm to watch a movie since Derrick will be out for the night. She agrees and they get back on the road after ending their game.

On the way back to Mike’s dorm, they hold hands and make comfortable small talk about what kinds of movies they liked. He tended to like action or horror movies. She also likes action movies but was not into horror movies unless she could watch them with someone else. He could already see them watching a horror movie and having her clinging to him when something scared her. The possibility had him squirming in his seat and he hoped that she did not notice.

When they arrived back in Mike’s room, he grabbed his laptop and searched for a movie. They sat at the head of his bed, Dimples in between his legs and leaning back into his chest with the laptop balancing on her legs. Mike took the opportunity of their seating to kiss her neck before pressing start on Mission: Impossible. They both have seen the series so if they were to barely pay attention to it, that would be just fine.

“You know, Ethan Hunt was my first movie crush as a kid,” Dimples blurts, squirming under Mike’s hands.

He leaves one more nibbling kiss on her neck, picking up the laptop and setting it on his nightstand. “One difference between me and Hunt though, Dimples,” He manhandles her into a seated position facing him on his lap, “I’m right here and can do this.” Pulling her sweater off of her shoulders, he moves his hands back to her face and brings her down for a kiss.

He swallows the sweet moans that escape her as she tangles one hand in his hair and the other in his shirt, unknowingly starting to grind her core into him. Feeling the heat come off of her, he brings one hand to her hip to guide her movements.

She can feel through his jeans that he is sizeable and that only spurs her to move the hand that fisted his shirt lower to ghost over his clothed crotch. The groan that comes from him leads her to press deeper into his erection.

He breaks the kiss to look into her eyes, her pupils blown wide. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hands sliding his hands under her dress to tug at the waistband of her panties. At her nod, he speaks again, “I kinda need to hear your words, Dimples.”

“Yes, it’s okay. Please undress me, Mikey.” 

He smiles and tugs the underwear down and helps her out of her dress. Laying her down, he kisses her ankles to her inner thighs, he leans up to unhook her bra and toss it to the side. Paying special attention to her nipples, he teased them with flicks from his tongue, sucking on them and massaging her breasts.

Moving back from her, he takes off his shirt and jeans, followed by his boxers. With one look at the engorged dick between his legs, Dimples lets out a whimper that causes him to involuntarily twitch. He flattens to his belly and dives into her pussy. With a flat tongue, he licks from her opening to her sensitive nub. Adding in one finger, then two, he massages the bundle of nerves in her core. Following her moans and the movement of her hips against him, he is easily able to bring her to climax within minutes. 

“Mikey, please. Need you inside me.” Her fingers find his curls and tug him up to kiss her, tasting herself on his lips. 

Mike pulls away to open a drawer in his nightstand and comes away with a small foil packet. Opening it with his teeth, he guides the sheath over his dick. He reaches back into the drawer and pulls out lube before coating the condom in it. Moving to position himself at her opening, he looks up into her eyes.

“You ready, Dimples?” He couldn’t help but slide his erection through her folds, but not fully entering until she voices her anticipation. 

“I’m ready, Mikey.” She opens her legs a bit wider and tangles her fingers back in his curls.

In one swift motion, he breaches her and is welcomed by inviting heat. They simultaneously hiss at their coupling. Letting her get used to his girth, he starts to move as she wiggles her hips to signal she needs friction. Pulling out slowly, he slams back in and is rewarded with her pulsing around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Dimples.” His words whispered in her ear as he begins a steady pace massaging her walls with his length. 

Wrapping her legs around him, she pulls him in deeper. Reaching up to cup his face, she smiles up at him and he can barely hold back his yearning for her. He knows he’s a goner as he feels her tightening around him in a telltale sign of her next orgasm. He has no time to be proud of himself as when she throws her head back in ecstasy, his hips stutter and he follows right after her.

With him panting in the crook of her neck, she runs a hand down his arm and he lays a trail of kisses leading up to her mouth. When he pulls out, she hisses again at the feeling of emptiness. She watches him slide off the condom and get up to tie it off and throw it away, stopping to grab a towel to wipe her down before cleaning himself. 

When he lays down again, she snuggles up on his chest and his arm wraps itself around her. They lay naked in his bed in companionable silence until he speaks up.

“So, that was intense,” His heart rate is still high and she chuckles and looks up at him.

“We came at the same time! I’d say that was intense as fuck, Mikey.” She says, nodding enthusiastically.

“I say we reward ourselves with a nap and then try and use higher brain function. Deal?” He pulls his comforter over their bodies and lets her get comfy then snuggles into her.

“Deal!” She rests upon his chest and lets his heartbeat lull her into slumber.

When they awake, get dressed and play a few rounds of Call of Duty: Zombies in which Dimples dominates yet again. Mike secretly loves that he has such a worthy player on his team, she surprises him in so many ways. Plus, she likes to sit in his lap while they play so it’s fun for everyone involved.

After Dimples’ fifth yawn in five minutes, he decides to walk her home so she can get some proper sleep. One look at the clock displaying 10:37 pm settles it. Even when she whines that she’s not tired. She’s trying to spend more time with him and though he loves it, he wants her to get some good rest. Especially after their full day of fun.

As they walk down the street, they start to plan their next date. Something between them is palpable. A spark ignites the flame and the two of them are smitten. They actually swing their arms back and forth as they make their way down the street and if anyone was watching, they would probably gag at the cuteness. Making it to the outside of her dorm, they laugh nervously not wanting the night to end. 

“Can we sit outside for a sec?” Mike points over to the porch swing and moves over to it when she nods. He pulls out his phone and pulls up his Spotify and selects a song. Pulling Dimples closer to him, he rests his head on hers and swings them back and forth. They held hands and exchanged looks as the emo song plays on til the last verse.

‘Hands down, this is the best day I can

Ever remember, I'll always remember the sound

Of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights

The scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers

And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late

And this walk that we shared together

The streets were wet, and the gate was locked

So I jumped it and I let you in

And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist

And you kissed me like you meant it

And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it

And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it’

Dimples yawns again and chuckles in the middle of it. Mike takes that as a sign as he stops the next song from playing and gets up from the swing. Grabbing her hands, he pulls her to him and walks her back to the door. They exchange slow, sweet kisses that seem to stretch for days but really only a matter of minutes.

Breaking the kiss, Mike presses his lips to her forehead and smiles down at her. “Ok, if you don’t go inside, I’m just gonna bring you back to my dorm and have my way with you again.” 

“I mean, that’s cool with me if you–”

“Yeah, nice try, Dimples.”

“Ok, ok. It was worth a shot. Alright then, goodnight Mikey.” She turns and unlocks the front door and steps inside. 

“Goodnight, Dimples. I’ll see you soon, ok?” 

“You better.” Her half-hearted threat dies as he leans in the doorway and places a chaste kiss on her lips. She wouldn’t admit she enjoys the effect he has on her yet, but soon it will be hard to deny.

They definitely have something building between them. Mike walks back to his dorm and Dimples walks up to her room. The first thing they do after getting settled is text each other. Smiles are plastered on their faces as they type out corny messages and try to ignore this white-hot infatuation that can only exist before something deeper takes its place.

Chapter 3

A/N: The song for this chapter is Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional. It’s an emo banger and you know it. This chapter was so fun to write. Omg, Mikey is my sweetheart and I plan on making him happy. Oh, and Auntie Erika is Erika Sloane from Mission: Impossible - Fallout. I love Angela Bassett and wanted her in this story so there. You'll see her later on 😁

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[aikainkauna]

#bird you are not a snowflake

Yellowknife Ptarmigans #2 by davebrosha on Flickr.

[cafedanslanuit]

˗ˏˋ their favourite things of yours to wear ´ˎ˗

+ eren, armin, mikasa, jean, reiner, annie, porco, pieck & zeke

― tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, lots of fluff

― a/n: changed my headcanons layout! c: also, im v happy to be posting hcs again heh <3

― masterlist

EREN. your hair ties. ever since he started dating you, he stopped buying them altogether. why would he ever need them if he could just steal yours? mf is like "babe, have you seen OUR blue hair tie?" just as you were considering hiding them from him, your gaze travelled to your boyfriend, who was playing video games across the room. his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, no shirt and his hair in a bun secured with your light pink spiral hair tie. fuck him for looking so adorable, you thought, before snapping a quick photo.

ARMIN. your sweatshirts. there's nothing armin loves more than putting on one of your sweatshirts and getting drunk in your scent that lingers on the fabric as he goes around his day. doesn't matter if he's working from home or running errands, he just loves feeling as if you're there with him somehow. your heart always skips a beat when, after a long day, you see him bundled up in your sweatshirt and typing away at his laptop with a concentrated look on his face. cutest thing you've ever seen.

MIKASA. your necklace. you always told mikasa she could use any of your jewellery, yet she couldn't help but feel short of taking your rings and bracelets. however, there was a very thin golden necklace she immediately grew fond of. the first time you mentioned how pretty she looked in a tank top and your necklace, her cheeks grew red and offered to give it back if you wanted it, but you insisted she kept it. when she wears it around other people, it makes you feel as if it's her way of showing everyone that you belong to each other. JEAN. your photo (inside his phone case). not necessarily something you wear, but he keeps his favourite polaroid of yours inside his clear phone case (as the raging bisexual he is), so he can look at it whenever he pleases. there's also a couple of stickers and a vintage game card, but he can't get enough of turning his phone and relishing how pretty you look when you smile for him. he makes sure all his friends look at your photo by *casually* leaving his phone face down when he's around other people. he wants everyone to know how lucky he is to have you in his life. REINER. your lip balm. it started as a silly little thing. his lips were chapped and you offered him one of your colourless lip balms, sitting all pretty on his lap as you applied it. when he rubbed his lips together, he couldn't help but notice the faint strawberry taste he used to taste whenever he kissed you. since then, he makes sure to put some on every chance he gets. not only does it make his lips soft— it also reminds him of you, of the taste of your lips and that sweet aftertaste of your kisses he's grown to love.

ANNIE. your perfume. even if at first she mocked it for being expensive, now you watch her with an amused smile as she sprays some behind her ears before heading out. you know how much comfort the smell of your perfume gives her, even if she denies it every time you tease her about it. it's no surprise, though. no matter how hard annie rolls her eyes, you know how much she loves burying her face in the crook of your neck when you're lying in bed together after a long day.

PORCO. your scarf. on a particular winter night, after he had dropped you home, you insisted on lending him one of your scarves so he wouldn't be as cold on his way back. you thought he would return it the next time you saw each other but instead, he decided to wear it. and the day after that. and the day after that. when you casually asked him when/if he was planning on giving it back, he said he didn't know what you were talking about because it was *his* scarf. you only let him get away with it because he looked really cute in it and because you noticed the prideful look in his eyes whenever people realized he was wearing something of yours.

PIECK. your rings. pieck actually likes making jewellery and she loves it when you wear anything she has made. she has even made some very special pieces for you! however, after once mistakenly putting on one of your rings and only realizing it at work, she was surprised by how amazing it felt, wearing something that had your energy and made her think of you all throughout the day. since then, all of your jewellery is shared, and if there's something pieck loves more than wearing your rings is seeing you use hers on your ring finger. gives her ideas of a brighter future with you.

ZEKE. your watch. he was running late to a work interview and since he couldn't find his watch, you lent him yours with a quick kiss. the joy you felt when, several hours later, he came back with the job he had been wanting for a while made you forget to ask for your watch back, instead enveloping him with a hug. you didn't notice it missing until a week later, as you watched him get dressed in the morning. he put the watch around his wrist and caught your sleepy gaze slowly recognizing the item. "for good luck," he smiled, before planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering goodbye.

[simpforfandomshoe]

[A/N: Am I writing this at 4am? Yes, yes I am cause I am in the mood to feed these fluffy vox simps. ]

☆Hazbin Hotel is owned by Vizziepop or is also known as Vivienne Medrano☆

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🌐☆Vox x GN!Reader☆🌐

⚠️TW!:None,just wholesome fluff headcanons with Vox. Aftercare is mentioned once or twice, A bit spicy but no smut.

Now let's start with why Vox loves you, As S/o he gets the mentality of both a possessive child over video games mixed with a Italian greyhound heart. So he looks at you with adoration and love while his screen makes heart bubbles around it.

He also gets flustered when he is in a meeting or with the other two V's and you come up to him with your kissable lips and your soft touches and you kiss his screen. He is absolutely whipped for you.

Aftercare is a IMPORTANT DETAIL if you are his s/o, he may not go big and grand but he cleans marks, runs a bathe, gets you food and water along with some comfy pj's and makes sure the bed is clean so that you two can sit and watch movies together.

He adores the fact you treat vark like your own kid. Spa days and extra treats while Vox deals with whatever fucked up internet shit he deals with.

Please do not mistake his sarcasm at you as mean, he does it cause he loves to prod and poke to see what to do and what not to do. If he goes to far he often makes sure you are comfortable and happy.

He HATES to make you cry, it breaks his 'I'm an asshole' facade and he turns into a huge puppy trying to gain your praise.

He often finds himself questioning what he did to get someone who is as angelic as you are, even if you had just committed arson or if you are cackling maniacally as you tear open your enemies. You can never do nothing wrong in his eyes.

Did I mention that he has a photo book? No? Okay well let me elaborate! He has a Polaroid that you decorated with stickers and paint for him as a anniversary gift/ holiday gift. He takes pictures and puts them into a collab for his social media and brags about your beauty/charm to other demons in hell or he has a physical book of photo graphs (some of him and you getting intimate) that he keeps for him and you.

Does not let valentino offer anything to you, he has dealt with the abuse and suffering that comes with valentino. He will not let you be dragged down that painful lava pit with him. That doesn't Mean he won't brag about you to his fellow overlords. Hell he will even gloat to alastor about how powerful and intelligent you are.

Imagine nights of intimacy with him, him using light pecks and vibrates to show his love and affection for you and your body. Regardless of gender or Sexuality. If you are asxeual or Ace then he does things not related to sex in anyway. He wants to make sure you are comfortable in his arms.

On Christmas and cold weather, he is making you hot cocoa while you,him and vark are huddled up on the couch by the fireplace watching a movie or TV show of sorts. His arm around your shoulders as he occasionally pecks and nuzzles your temple.

He doesn't swim, he will let his legs go in but not his head. He often gets a bit excited when he sees you in swimming bikini/one piece/ swim trunks. Makes him appreciate you that much more (not like he isn't like that on a basis). He gets butterflies if you compliment him or try to seduce him. Usually if you were a fling he wouldn't care, but you weren't a fling. You were his one and only, his goddess, his lover.

Loves to leave love notes and text to you when he has a meeting or has to leave early. Things like poems or riddles that mean the sweetest things or a text with a funny and unique gif attached.

Thank you everyone for 120 followers on tumblr! I did not think people would like My writing but I am so glad that everyone likes my headcanons and stories. ❤❤⭐

[dienamights]

The Winner’s Prize | K.Bakugou

It really doesn't matter how petty it sounds, and it certainly doesn't matter how minor the challenge really is. Katsuki is nothing but a winner because to him, winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing. And his victory is getting you, one way or the other.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader; Featuring Hitoshi Shinsou

✎ Word count: 10K

✎ Category: Smut MDNI, Prohero!AU.

✎ Caution(!): Smut 18+ MDNI please, implied infidelity, oral sex and fingering (female receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, recording lewd videos, horni bakushit, I wanna say crack & fluff but its like really vague, pining(?)

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I'm so excited for this one! so far my longest fic reeeeee. alright! this is my contribution to BNHarem Bakugou Only Collab, thank you so much for letting me participate! this event was so fun where we spun one wheel to select a line of dialogue, a trope, and/or an AU. There was also a bonus wheel for NSFW tropes, and people chose from what they spun. I got "I. Don't. Lose.", "Love Triangle" and "Thrift shop!AU". please take some time to read over other people's work because I definitely will be making my way through all of them HEHE. Credit to Bakugou’s fanart goes to the artist ‘Hachi’

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The layer covering the atmosphere has a brilliant glow to it as light flashes through it and reaches the Earth's surface, making it a little -well, really- hot. The sun penetrates the people with its lucid sunshine as it moves from the horizon to the top of the sky, leaving their features plastered with an eerie glow, squinting eyes, and glittering attitude.

Bakugou messes with his hair, fluffing it after being stuffed under the baseball cap for an hour or two, the humidity, while an advantage to him during combat, now is just fucking annoying, and he just wants to lay shirtless in his living room with the AC cranked all the way up.

Yet he pushes against the metal door, welcomed by a shrill ring from the bell hug above him as he enters the store, slipping his sunglasses off to hang them on the v-neck of his shirt. With an aggravated sigh, Bakugou walks into the shop, vermillion eyes scanning the interior, hoping to catch sight of what brings him here to begin with.

The thrift shop isn’t the best in the neighborhood, or anywhere, really. Books that have been written in, with pages that are bent in, driving any sane person mad, stuffed animals that have lost half their stuffing, the fiber and cotton spilling out of their limbs and torsos, puzzles with one or two missing pieces, and mugs with chipped handles are all of what he could see, and the man has half a mind to just turn around and leave. Yet there’s this tiny nagging voice in the back of his mind

“Hey,” you called out to him in that sickening breathless voice, trying to catch up to him before he leaves as you hang up the phone. “Um, there’s this really vintage One Ok Rock t-shirt in that dingy thrift shop down the block you patrol, could you, maybe, please, get it for me on your way back?”

And what else would your hopelessly smitten, yet emotionally constipated, roommate say? “Fuck, no”

So why is he standing with his lonesome self, hands digging deep in his pocket as he shoulders his way away from people, trying to find the fucking stupid shirt you wanted.

“Fuckin’ finally.” the blond mumbles, recognizing the logo that you have showed him countless times when you shoved the phone in his face, gushing about a new song, or someone’s haircut and he just couldn’t really fucking focus with your tits spilling out of those low shirts, like can’t you just get yourself some proper-fitting shirts that, cover your boobs, it's like-

Okay, think of Deku, think of Sero and Kaminar doing farting contests, Kirishima trimming his ass hair… huh, that last one really works.

Bakugou shakes his head, disappointed in getting distracted by your boobs when they aren’t even there! He growls deep from his chest, upset with himself that because of them -it, you, because of you, and your poor choice of wardrobe around the apartment, he wasn’t even able to express his mutual fascination with the band and their work, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye socket before reaching for the shirt hanging with many band t-shirts on the rack.

He could only chuckle to himself when he saw its size, knowing it would perfectly fit you, yet he stills, kicking himself internally for knowing what your size is, to begin with. Shaking his head to rid himself of any imagery of you in his favorite band’s T-shirt before he tugs at it, recoiling when it tugs him back.

“The fuck?” the blond breathes out, the shirt resisting against him, and he ponders for a second if he got his head injured during patrol for his mind to play tricks on him. But then he hears cursing from the other side of the full rack that obscured his vision, and he knows he isn’t going down without a fight.

Throwing a ‘cunt’ and ‘fucker’ with every forceful tug, a tear stops Bakugou in his tracks and rings in his ears, every snapping thread is deafening and suddenly, all he sees is red.

“The fuck is up yer ass?” his voice is so loud, so thunderous, that even he couldn’t concentrate on what he’s saying, spewing curse after another. Anger curls hot and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing inferno that wants to burn him from the inside out, and the image of you pouting up at him when he comes back empty-handed is just making everything worse.

People emotionally allocate the people they care about to specific positions in their inner landscapes, but have they ever been questioned if that is a job they can fulfill? People often cause their own disappointment by placing those who are unworthy, but Katsuki doesn't want to be unfit; he wants to take on a commitment and fulfill it, punishing himself for any shortcomings through sabotage, self-denial, or even masochism, anything except abandoning you.

Yes, even for a fucking t-shirt. And so, with a forceful arm, Bakugou pushes the hangers filled with clothes to the side, wanting nothing but to tear this person a new one for ruining what he came here for. And who it is other than…

“Mindfuck?”

“Mindjack.” the other man scoffs, hand tousling his lavender hair while the other fists the -now ruined- t-shirt. “We’re off duty anyway Bakugou, so you can call me Shinsou.” He points out, eyeing his civilian attire. “Yeah, I’m stickin’ with mindfuck.”

Both men stand up straight, garnet and amethyst clashing as they stare each other down, oblivious to the curious stares they’re receiving that are slowly yet surely turning into those of recognition. One clenching the ripped shirt in his hand while the other is gripping whatever sanity he has left, anything but to obliterate the sleep-deprived fuck from existence.

“One Ok Rock fan?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck, bored expression displayed yet worry lacing in his voice over the fact that it has been exactly three minutes and eighteen seconds and Bakugou still hasn't blinked. Could it be some sort of new record? He could only wonder as he tries to lead the nonexisting conversation.

The blond only scoffs as a reply, taking a threatening step forward, scowling deep when a step back isn’t reciprocated. “Listen here eyebags,” he takes a deep breath, a hushed ‘Dynamight’ reaching his ears and stiffening his back, fuck if he got his photo taken in the only place he told you he won’t be in. “Y’know what…” He growls deep from his chest, and Shinsou lazily smiles at him, knowing he’s held by a leash, unable to make a scene like he used to in his younger days.

So Bakugou does the only rational thing, he turns around and angrily makes his way out of the store, the scent of burnt caramel wafting after him confirming his identity.

Living with Bakugou Katsuki has always been… eventful, for the lack of a better term. You’re notified of his presence by the stomping of his feet, the ground below him begging for mercy as he nearly makes a hole in them with every loud thump.

“Welcome back.” you sing, laughing lightly when the sound of him clicking his tongue reaches you even with the door separating you two. The blond knocks, giving you a millisecond before he swings the door open.

“You know,” you start as you tighten your rope around you, assuring your decency. “I think you’re using this ‘no knocking habit’,” you roll your eyes exaggeratedly, lip tilting up in a grin, “as a way to be able to peep at my tits when you open my door.” You tease, relishing in the way his ears heat up, flashing red before he slams your door shut and you hear the floor creaking -well, screaming- as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You place your brushes on the vanity, getting up to follow him as he gulps down the bottle of water like a parched man.

“How was work?” You hum, leaning against the wall as you eye his flexing back, noticing the shirt tossed on the arm of the couch before focusing back on his glistening figure, blinking twice before your eyes -begrudgingly- trail back up to meet his when he faces you.

It has been this way since you moved in together, and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. While the possibility of both of you being present in the apartment at the same time is slim, with him being a pro-hero and you being a nurse in the local hospital, you still enjoy the little time you do spend together when your days off line up.

It had almost been a year since you two met, brought to your ward on a stretcher, all bloody, broken, and bruised, yet still denying help. You remember being the only one out of your co-workers who had the balls - as Bakugou oh so politely put it - to talk to him, refusing to allow his requests for an early discharge.

He really had come at the right time, with you dumping your ex-partner and having to couch-surf at a few friends’ houses while you try and look for a decently priced apartment close to your workplace. You had been venting to him as you were checking up on his charts, clicking your pen aggressively in what he now knows as stress. Brows slightly twitching in annoyance, Bakugou tried to blink the haziness away from his sight, his tongue heavy as he barely uttered the words ‘move in with me’.

After the drug's effect wore off many hours later, you teased him about his delusional state, taunting him as you placed his lunch for the day on his bed, something about calling you pretty, something about your hair looking its best in a certain style, it was all jumbled together really but you still wanted to see the little tint of color at the top of his ears. But what you didn’t expect is him remembering his invite for you to move in with him. Which he insisted on every day until his discharge.

Bakugou to this day doesn’t know why he invited you, to begin with, not wanting to go back on his words -although given they were said while under the influence of the drugs- about providing you a place to stay, waving you off whenever you tell him that you’re only staying until you find a new place, and growling at you when you offer to pay rent.

“I ain’t takin’ charity, princess. So cut the crap,” he told you that one time you thought you were slick enough to hide the rent money in one of his jackets’ pockets. “I’ve been livin’ in here for months alone, I can afford it, alright? So don’t worry your little head about that.” You still don't mention how warm that made you feel, how you both looked at each other wide-eyed and stunned before both of you sprinted to your rooms with your tails between your legs.

And yet, for as long as you’ve known him, it has always been the same, you ask him about his escapades and he replies with, well, a grunt, a ‘good’ on his better days. But today? He just glares you down, a single drop of water dripping from his pouty lip and trailing on his chin, and the little demon whore in you urges you to step forward and wipe it off, with your tongue.

But you smack her on the back of her head and fix your posture, arching a brow when it has been a few seconds without either reply tossed your way. “You okay?”

“Why you got shit on yer face?” alright, maybe he should be the one smacked on the head.

“It's makeup you dipshit.” You huff, twirling around and making your way back to your room, “I didn’t ask what it was, I asked why you have it on, woman.” He trails behind you, stopping himself at your door frame as you plop back on your chair to continue with your makeup.

“Not that it’s any of your concern,” you turn to the side to watch him shuffle on his feet. “But I have a date, in…” you check your phone. “Oh boy, half an hour.” you panic slightly, hurriedly stumbling to the laundry room next door to steam your outfit. Hearing his stomps turn muted as he follows you like a lost puppy.

“You’re almost done,” he points out, not missing the way your hand trembles as you work the steamer across your clothes. “Thank you, detective, I wouldn’t have figured it out.” You mock, throwing a wink across your shoulder that melts the boulder surrounding his heart, feeling it erratically beat against his chest.

Yet all he does, all he allows himself to do, is let out a puff of hair, place his water bottle on the table, and tug at the steamer from your hand, cheeks warming when the contrast of your hands meet, where yours spoke of the kind of precision that only the love and focus of years may bring, while his spoke of destruction and chaos. He clears his throat, straightening out a wrinkle you couldn’t seem to unkink.

“Yer always late when we go out,” he looks up to see you fumbling your thumbs together, not finding something to occupy yourself with, and takes your silence as a sign to lay his speculation. “You’re nervous,” he hums, fingers tracing the fabric, calloused thumb catching a loose string and he leans down to cut it off.

“Well, yeah, uh, haven’t been on a date in, what, seven, maybe eight months?” You laugh to yourself. “God knows I need a way to destress,” Your face warms as you bow your head in humiliation, and for the life of him, Bakugou does not like the sound of that. “He’s a hero, though, so you don’t have to, um, worry.” You ramble, your eyes looking at nothing but the way his shoulder tighten with every pass of the device in his hand, and when is he gonna put a shirt on goddammit-

“Who said I was worried?” he ridicules, shaking his head as he starts working on the back of your garment, “I’m just saying, just because he’s a hero doesn’t mean he ain't a creep.” he all but barks at you, and you couldn’t help but be defensive when he uses that tone with you. “‘Takes one to know one, Dynamight.” boy, does he want to bend you over and have you screaming that name.

“Anyway,” you strain, not missing the way he counts to ten under his breath, and you could only assume it's to calm his anger, not the boner about to pitch a tent in his pants. “You going out?” you lean your head forward to meet his gaze. “I know you spend some weekends with your…” he side-eyes you as you ponder. “Friends?”

He only grunts in reply, handing you your clothes before following you to your room, back facing the ajar door as you change on the other side. “Cancelled, somethin about dunce face’s sister, or mom, fuckin whoever.” you let out an ‘ah’, checking yourself out in the mirror before you open the door, instantly turning your back to him. “Clasp this for me?”

And he does, ultimately failing in stopping himself from sniffing your hair, eyes fluttering closed as he catches a whiff of patchouli, immersed in vanilla, from what he knows as your ‘first date perfume’. He always teases you about it, but now just frowns that you never used it with him, deeming the countless ‘first’ dates you went on more deserving of using that perfume for.

He almost loses balance when you twirl for him, catching more of your godly scent, and he bites his tongue when the words ‘you look beautiful’ almost slip past his lips, allowing his hazy mind to utter what he can only assume is the next best thing.

“Yer really putting out, huh?” fuck…

“Am not!” you puff your cheeks in displeasure, pushing at his very, very built chest and making your way to pick your shoes. Rolling your eyes when you hear him still follow you, a lazy smirk dazzling his lips as he struts his way to you. He opens his mouth to toss another jab at you but swallows it when the doorbell rings.

“Oh my god,” you heave, throwing the window open to look down at the guest, squealing when you recognize him from his hair, even with the 70 feet height difference. “It's him, it's him, relax y/n, it's totally norma- what’re you doing? Buzz him in!” you flail your arm around, pointing to the direction of the telecom and jogging to your room to stuff your necessities in your purse.

With a newly found sense of protectiveness -who is he kidding? He's jealous for dick’s sake- Bakugou puffs his -still very much shirtless- chest and swings the door open when your date knocks, only to come face to face with...

“Mindfuck?”

“Jesus, what are you? Fucking Houdini?” the man sputters, brushing off some imaginary lint from his shoulders before eyeing the blond facing him, a damn barrier if he ever sees one, broad shoulders allowing no peeking privileges to the purple-haired hero, so he settles for shuffling on his feet, clearing his throat once or twice.

“Told you it’s Shinsou-”

“You’re her fucking date?” Bakugou is livid, you’re going out with him? “Well, yeah, It’s pretty obvious isn’t it.” He offers a tantalizing curve of lip, that accentuates when he sees the blond seething in his spot.

“She ain't goin.” He crosses his arms, using his height as an advantage to look down on the other man, who isn’t the least bit shaken up from the threatening posture of your roommate. “Yeah?” He taunts him, shifting the bag he was holding from one hand to the other, picking up his phone, nonchalantly looking at his notifications before pretending he was shocked about him still being present. “And who are you to deny her that?”

Oblivious to their exchange of death glares, you skip your way to the two men staring each other down, fixing your hair one more time before peeking at your date from the side of Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Hitoshi! Hi!” you say breathlessly, trying your best to trick him into thinking you weren’t hyperventilating about how the date is gonna go, especially after Bakugou’s… tasteful comment.

“Hey,” he greets back, voice hoarse and leaning to the side to catch your eyes, both completely disregarding the fuming blond between you two. “Uh, got you a little something,” he instinctively grabs at the back of his neck, extending his arm out to you with the gift bag. “Oh you really didn’t have to,” you squeak timidly, yet ecstatic as you open the bag to pull out what drops Bakugou’s heart to pummel the floor.

“Ah!” you squeal, jumping in place as you spread the t-shirt, not believing the sight in front of you. “You got me the One Ok Rock shirt.'’ You leap and wrap your arm around his neck, quickly jerking back when you realize your actions. Face warming as the tint in Hitoshi’s cheeks darken, and he chuckles, scratching his cheek sheepishly. “Uh, you told me that one time, that it was your favorite so uh I got you one,” he mumbles, laughing when he thinks you didn't hear a single word he said when you didn’t reply, your eyes are sparkling at the material in your hands.

“Huh, coulda sworn they didn’t have a rip in there.” You purse your lips, and miss the venomous grin stretched across Bakugou's face at Hitoshi’s crestfallen expression.

“It’s, um, a special edition… grunge style.” He stammers, and Bakugou, almost, almost ruins his gesture, but he couldn't, not with how happy you were and frankly, he’d rather break off every bone in his body than burst the bubble you’re in. and oblivious to the buckets Hitoshi is sweating, you grin, thanking him again before running off to your room to toss it on your bed.

“Whattaya know,” Shinsou muses when he sees you retreating to your room. “The stone-hearted Dynamight doesn't wanna hurt little y/n’s feelings, how sweet.”

“Don’t push it asshole” Katsuki growls back at him, yet he's not fazed when he tassels his hair again, grinning lazily back at him, “guess I'm… winning whatever this is, huh?” Shinsou snickers, a tiny bit louder when the blond flares his nose back at him.

“Listen to me fuckface, because I ain't saying it twice. I. don't. Lose”

Both mean lean back from their stance when you approach them again, patting Bakugou’s bareback and waving him goodbye as you leave, arm wrapped around Shinsou’s.

Bakugou stops himself from slamming the door, breathing out harshly when he hears it click close, pressing the heels of his palms against his temples as the relentless pounding of his headache increases with every second.

He fetches his buzzing phone from the kitchen counter that he dropped when he went to get himself a drink, and looks at the text he received.

Kirishima: Hey, izakaya?

Katsuki: Go on without me, need rest.

You shush at your door lock when it clicks loud enough for your neighbors to hear, scared of waking bakugou up because of his light sleep. Taking your shoe off the minute you get in, padding your socks clad feet as you make it to the living room, stopping in place when you see bakugou sprawled on the sofa.

You take a minute to admire him, crossing your arms atop the cushions and resting your chin on top. Smiling to yourself when you see how calm and vulnerable he looks when he's resting, your lips quirk up when you notice how his lashes tickle the apples of his cheeks, right before eyeing how smooth his skin is, always admiring and complementing it whenever you had the chance, just because you felt like it - well, the fierce blush and ‘shut the fuck up’ are always a plus.

You blink back to reality, standing up straight and rounding the sofa, settling on the edge as you lightly shake him awake. “Hey, katsu,” you mumble, a yawn cutting you off when you try to call out his name again. “Gotta wake up, don't want you hurting your back and bitching about it tomorrow.” you giggle, leaning back when you realize how close your face is to his, vermillion eyes snapping open when you poke at his side to tickle him.

“Oi, the fuck you doin?” he rasps, and you swoon at his sleep induced voice, craving the way he sounds when he husks a good morning to you when you both have an early shift. Grunting a thanks when you hand him a mug of hot coffee the second he sits his ass on the chair.

“C’mon, you gotta sleep on the bed, your neck is all wonky,” you whine, tugging at his arm in an effort to pull him up, knowing no amount of strength of yours will budge the man. He sits up, making an effort to actually listen to you and move into the bed but something catches his eye. He stares at you, for a second, or a minute really, swallowing a few times before he parts his lips to speak, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, thumb sweeping around your lips.

“Lipstick’s all fucked up,” he whispers, and you almost miss the wince he lets out when the product is smudged on the pad of his finger. “Y-yeah,” you stammer, sight flickering from his left to his right eye when his grasp doesn't allow you to move your head away from him. “Uh, must’ve got messed up with, uh eating, you know.” you don’t know why you’re lying, maybe it's because of his broken expression, maybe it's because his eyes are watery, -granted its watery from yawning but still- maybe it's the heavy feeling of you always wanting him to think the best of you, which is why you took such an offensive about the whole putting out thing.

“You check yer lipstick every ten minutes y/n there’s no way you missed that.” it's both a deep growl and a broken whimper, and you lose your voice when you try to explain yourself, mouth gaping as words escape you.

Even if you find your voice to talk to him, he doesn’t let you, pushing at you -as lightly as he possibly could- away from him, away enough that he can’t be engulfed by your scent, the haunting vanilla that is masked by his stench. Moving swiftly away from you, you sat frozen, dreaded with no explanation behind it, only able to look back at him when he slams the door of his room shut

It's been a week since your date with Hitoshi, and from the minute he dropped you off at your apartment, you have been texting nonstop, finding it the best option to communicate, given your busy schedules. And as you try your best to hold your girlish giggles whenever he sends you something flirty, you can’t help when it escapes you once or twice, but that by itself really pushes Katsuki’s buttons.

Since the ‘fight’ you two had, it had been a bit awkward at first between you two, but you both had a morning shift two days ago and he made you breakfast, so you think this is as good as a truce is gonna get.

But now? Now, you’re just pissing him off, sprawled on your tummy on the couch, legs bent at the knee as you kick them absentmindedly, whatever pathetic attempts of holding your laughs failing as you cover your mouth, and he doesn't even need to look at your phone to know who you’re giggling at. So what does he do? Not talk about his feelings, that's for fucking sure, no he picks up the remote and proceeds to raise the volume of the tv, not even aware that the show he was watching was over thirteen minutes ago and he’s just staring mindlessly at a rerun of some cheesy rom-com.

He loves spending his weekends with you, no matter how many times he tells you how boring and pointless it is every single time, you’d still push at him, sitting him down to watch some of your favorite movies, dragging him with the intention of cooking together -which usually ends up with him kicking you out of the kitchen after fucking something up in the recipe- or even cleaning up the apartment together, a squeeze in his chest when you take the lead, dividing cleaning duty before marching up to do your part.

But now? You’re giggling on the phone with him. Making no effort to encourage Bakugou to spend time with you, not initiating any of the activities he secretly enjoys doing alongside you. And was he gonna take the initiative? Hell no.

So there you two are, silent -with the occasional giggles you let out that burn his entire body- and Katsuki’s heart all but leaps when you shuffle on the sofa, expecting you to tell him something, but god no. you turn to lay on your back, lifting up your phone to take selfies of yourself to send to the fuckass, and what were you wearing? Oh, yeah. That fucking shirt.

The blond doesn’t miss the way you shift your eyesight to him, almost to see if he's watching you and he quickly snaps his eyes back to the tv, holding his breath and waiting for you to ask him what's wrong. But you don't, you look back at your phone, lifting it higher and tilting it. Bunching the cotton material up to discreetly show some more of your skin.

Katsuki doesn't see this detail; he can't since he's too busy wallowing in his own rage. The way he lets his grasp on the remote turn to steel, hearing it crack under it, is quiet and deafening all at once. He claws so deeply into the armrest that his hand shakes violently.

It's all confusing, whatever hell he’s living in, yet he never racked his brain for a firm explanation once, because he doesn’t want to reach a hard-to-swallow conclusion. Because even thinking about it is allowing a part of him to crumble and fall.

He doesn’t wanna deal with it yet; this petty fight he has with himself every time about you, maybe even never wanting to deal with it. It's so much easier to ignore and swallow those feelings than to let them resurface and drown him whole. He doesn’t even know when he started feeling this way towards you, it happened so suddenly, one minute you were the nurse that took care of him and he wanted to do the same.

But unexpectedly, your voice started sounding more appealing, your laughs igniting a fire in his soul, and the bitter taste of coffee oh so sugar-sweet when your wishes of a good morning were whispered along with it.

The camera shutter scares you both, yet your reaction is more exaggerated when you squeal, dropping your phone on your face while the blond calms himself down, only turning his head to look at you.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, whoops.”

A heavy silence falls on you, aside from the now overbearing loud sound of some lame perfume commercial. Both of you are shifting uncomfortably, the thought of you fucking up something as simple as taking a selfie utterly embarrassing.

After a few awkward moments, you lift your phone up, adamant to take at least one decent photo to send to your… date? No need to label things and confuse yourself, y/n. And with your undivided attention on picking the best angle and filter that best compliments you, you miss the way Bakugou shuffles on the couch, once, twice, thrice.

If you had been paying more attention to the flaming ball of rage, you would have noticed how his legs shake as he calmly -well, as calmly as he could given the circumstances he’s in- places the remote on the coffee table in front of him.

Before he springs off of the sofa like his ass is on fire, marching up to you and snatching your phone away.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?” you screech, leaping to your feet and getting on the couch, taking advantage of the added height to try and grasp the phone he’s raising up above his head and failing miserably.

“Fucking, Katsuki gimme my phone!” God, your pleading sounds so fucking desperate, a string of repeated 'please' following after that claws at his heart, and it isn't because of how pathetic you sound. No, it's because you're sinking so low for him of all people. Nah, fuck that.

“Fuck off for a minute, y/n.” You scoff so loud at his audacity that his shoulder catches some of the debris. With a final attempt at retrieving your phone, you climb on his bulging back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you extend your arms to snatch what belongs to you, whining loud when the realization of having shorter arms than his strikes you.

And when he finally tosses it back to you, you’re both well aware of how you two are positioned. His very, very muscular naked back is pressing against your chest -braless chest, mind you- and if he focuses hard enough, he could almost feel your nipples through the shirt, and if that wasn’t already sending all his pumping blood straight to his cock, the fact that you have your legs wrapped around him, with you basically humping his back, definitely will.

Katsuki fights with himself way for way too long before shrugging you off, hearing your feet plant themselves on the ground before an agitated ‘ugh’ echoes in the room when you take a look at what he has done.

Y/N: Fuck off mindfuck she ain’t interested.

And your heart sinks to the bottomless pits of the earth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you scream, eyes not even giving him any attention as your hands shake, trying to find any excuse to not sound that either you or your roommate are crazy. Throwing a dirty look amongst your panic when you hear him chuckle.

“What? Didn’t say shit.” He shrugs, a sick mischievous grin curling his lips, despite the bang in his chest that you’re that worried over the fuckass’s reaction to whatever he said. But he still struts over to you, leaning over your hunched form on the seat.

You’re frantically typing, something about how this is some sort of sick joke of Katsuki’s -or as you wrote very elegantly, ‘Bakushit’- and just apologizing profusely. And while Katsuki thinks that his gesture is enough for Shinsou to back off, the little gasp and breath of relief you let out prove him wrong.

Hitoshi: What was that Bakugou? I’m too busy mind fucking your cute ass roomie over here.

“Fuckin’ cunt,” he charges for your phone again, as if he has any right to, and you lock it quickly, stretching your arm back to keep it out of reach, only for him to grip your wrists together in one hand whilst the other grabbed at the phone.

“Unlock the shit,” he growls, holding the phone to your face, trying to activate the Face ID while you flail, shaking your head violently, not risking the chance of the phone to recognize your features. “What, you just gonna let’m talk about me like that?” Whatever efforts Katsuki is putting into opening your phone are suddenly thrown out the window, dropping it and using his unoccupied hand to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. “You Shtarted it!” you growl right back at him, kicking at your legs that have started losing circulation from his weight on them.

And for a second, both of you stop resisting, your eyes widened in shock while his are looking intensely at you, blown-out pupils that swallow out the vermillion in his eyes, his lids fluttering when his sight is shifted to your pouty lips.

“Get off.” it's all a mere whisper, and Katsuki almost moans loudly at the whimper laced in it, the words sounding more of a plea rather than the demand you thought you were voicing out. “Why should I, ha?” He breathes slowly, sending a shiver down your spine when his warm breath reaches you, tickling the apple of your cheek with every word he enunciates. “You don’t want me to, don't you.” it’s nowhere near being a question, it's more of a certainty, like laying out a well-known fact, and something in you -maybe it's that little demon whore you grew to despise and love all at once- agree with him, all too eagerly.

“He, he doesn’t get to have you. No one-” you’re strangely enamored by the amount of sweat he’s producing, is it really that warm? “No one gets to have you, gets to have what's mine, alright?”

“Doesn’t fuckin matter who it is, they ain't me.” He’s making no effort to get off, and he could tell you stopped resisting long ago, noticing the way your body is slumped under his, your doe eyes looking nowhere other than directly back at his.

“No one wakes up at the crack ass of dawn with ya, no one knows how you like yer breakfast in the mornin', how that fucking acidic bitter coffee tastes like fuckin' candy when ya make it-” your brows twitch once, confused about the change of conversation. “How you always smell fuckin' amazing, how you like your hair styled a certain way based on the fuckin' day of the week like some weirdo, how you can’t for the life of ya steam your goddamn clothes and end up with one side totally fucked. How-” Why is his vision hazy? Why is he pouring his heart out now of all times? Now, when he knows you’re gonna be swept off of your feet by someone else. Like a goddamn toddler that cries about a fucking toy that he dropped hours ago, just because some other brat took it.

“How ya suck at doing the most mundane things. It's still funny to me to think you help save people’s lives.” It’s the most empty laugh that he forces out of him and you’re so sorrowful at his broken expression you can't force yourself to laugh back. “How ya helped save my life.”

It takes you long to react, something in your head not clicking when he speaks those words to you, something warm and soft yet scary all mingling together in your guts, hyper-focusing on the way his calloused fingertips press against your cheeks, digging in and pulling out a tiny wince from your lips, fully aware of the poking action happening to your abdominal, you don’t know how to feel, you don’t know what to do or say, slouched under his body with a dry throat that can’t utter a single syllable.

You blink up at him and do the first thing that comes to your mind, something you don’t think you’ll ever do, yet wouldn’t stop thinking about, something that doesn’t seem so scary now that he’s right here in front of you, so close for you to grasp,

You urge your body against his restraints, arching your back and pushing yourself up to press your lips against him, but fall back in a flop when you don't think of how much weight you’re actually trying to push against.

With a flump, your body heats up in self-consciousness, shifting your sight away from him when his eyes glint deviously, and you don’t dare question the reasoning. You’re not even given time to retaliate or even explain yourself.

Because he’s pressing his lips against you in the most ferocious kiss you ever had, all teeth crashing together in a way that's too harsh, too painful, too fierce, exactly everything you know Katsuki to be.

He’s overbearing, he’s aggressive, but he gets a little soft when you don’t push him away, when you’re not overwhelmed by the storm that is Bakugou Katsuki, the hero Dynamight, with the bad public reputation and anger issues. No, you welcome all of it, all of him, melting into his warmth and overtaken by the scent of burnt caramel that reminds you of nothing short of the comfort and safety of home.

The way you’re wrapping your arms around his neck to push him even closer to you has him groaning against your mouth, quick to force his tongue between your lips as his hips rut against your thigh. You don’t utter a single word, but every action, every movement, every effort to bring him that much closer to you speaks volumes to him.

Alas, he’s the one to pull away, teeth tugging at your lower lip, eyes lustful as he watches it bounce back into place when he lets go, a smirk all but stretches across his face when you mewl at him, surging forward to chase after him.

He’s quick to lay you down on the sofa, wedging between the meat of your thighs before he drops his weight on you, chuckling lowly at the way his body urges you to inhale a breath of fresh air, that gets caught in your throat when he dives in to sink his teeth into your neck.

“So fuckin’ eager ain'tcha?” His voice is rasped, muffled as he busies himself with sucking every inch of skin under your jaw. “All f’me, hm?” It's the way you’re claimed as his that has your head spinning, tugging at the roots of his hair as his hands squeeze the fat of your thighs, inching up and sliding under your shirt, grinning against your skin when you writhe under him.

He groans loud against your ear when his thumbs brush over the pebbled skin of your nipples, biting at your earlobe as his fingers reach to pinch at the bud. Quick to messily bunch up the material to get an eyeful of your tits. Something feral reverberating from deep within his throat when you make an effort to cross your arms against them.

“Fuck, not gonna lemme see?” He taunts, biting at the skin of your forearms, earning a low hiss before you slap at his bicep. “Hurts you fucker.” You pout, only for your lips to be pressed against his again, your wrists firmly pressed against the armrest. “Shaddap, wanna fuckin’ see you, baby.” Your body shivers on instinct, your hands flying down to tug your shirt off the minute he lets go of them, more focused on your tits as his hands trail over the supple skin, on your nipple as he leans down to bite at it, to wrap his lips around it, suckling harshly on it while his hand twists the other between his fingers, humming lowly around it when you whine and tug at the roots of his hair.

“No, no, keep it on, fuck, keep it on.” He muffles around your skin, rutting his hips against the seat before his mouth moves on to your other nipple, resulting in you whining at the sudden cold breeze hitting your wet skin. His hands travel down to your shorts, quick to make their way under the elastic and biting at your bud when his fingers press directly against your slit, not realizing you weren’t wearing any panties until his finger is covered in your slick.

“Fuck,” he pulls himself up to tug your shorts off, lowering himself and spreading your thighs, with more strength when he feels you resisting. “Prancin' around the place practically naked, ha? Just beggin' for me to fuck you dumb.'' His palms are sweaty and hot, almost uncomfortably so, even with your body several degrees warmer with the amount of desire and lust swirling inside you, evident by the glistening sheen of slick over your labia.

His fingers are sprawled against the meat of your thighs, squeezing tight as if you’re gonna slip away from between his fingers, rasping an ‘atta girl’ when you stop resisting, allowing him to fully see you, and what a fucking sight it is. “Atta fuckin’ girl, that's it.” he groans, pressing his thumb against your slit, peppering soft -as soft as he could get given his desire- kisses along your thighs and abdominal, sighing against your skin when you fully relax under his touch.

His eyes flicker between your heaving chest and your glistening folds, biting as his lip when his thumb nudges at your clit before pressing against it, moving in slow circles as you keen at his touch. “Wanna stuff this fuckin’ pussy so full,” he mutters against your thigh, breathing heavily when his words alone get your walls to clench around nothing.

All too sudden, his thumb retreats, and before you even open your mouth to utter a sound, his lips replace its place, and your mouth opens for a whole different reason. He licks, sucks, and slurps all too lewdly for your own sanity, his hand making its way to push your leg up to rest against the headrest, grinning when there’s more of you to revel in.

He's eating you out sloppily, feral as he ravishes you, the thought of ever getting sick of the way you taste is absolutely impossible to him. The way he has you jolting brings pride to him, feeding into his ego the more he notices how obedient you are to him, your leg still unmoving from where he placed it. He notices how hard he has to suck to get your voice to reach a higher octave, and abuses the fact that he got you where he wants you, a moaning mess right under him.

He prods a finger at your slit, coating itself in your slick before pushing in, the stretch from its thickness burning as your fingers run through his hair and tug, harsher the more the stretch burns. He’s moving slow, way too slow, he has you thrashing your head while still not all the way in, waiting for you to beg for more, for more of it, for more of him.

“Kats-, yes!” a needy moan escapes you when he starts pumping his single digit, his mouth breathing heavily right above your clit instead of just pressing it against the fucking-

“Yea? Ya like it?” you yelp out a few ‘yeah’s, rocking your hips up to get his mouth on your neglected nub. “Use yer words,” he murmurs, his hand pressing your hips down against the sofa, his calloused fingers curve, and your high-pitched cry is all the noise he needs to hear. “What do ya want, hmm? C'mon, tell me.”

“M-more, want more, ah, fuck!” It's all in a desperate, filthy noise, and it’s so broken it gets you exactly what you’re asking for. Katsuki pushes another finger, and the way your pussy clenches around his digits has him grinding his hips into the sofa, his angry growl vibrating against your sensitive cunt as he finally lowers his head down again to lick and suck at your neglected clit.

His calloused fingers curve again, just like the first time that had you seeing stars and beckon you to cum, while his lips suck at your swollen puffy clit. He grunts into your pussy, wanting you to release all over his fingers, his wrist, his tongue, all over him.

He finds new angles to press his fingers against you, pulling out strangled sobs and needy whines you didn't know you were capable of. And he targets them more vigorously, narrow-minded in getting you to cum and drip all over him.

He’s cruel when he toys with you, his fingers stilling when your hips jerk or your body jolts, waiting for you to settle down before continuing his ministration on you, and your body shivers as waves of heat wash over you, needy in breaking the tight knot deep within you.

You’re a mess when he looks back at you, your tits spilling out of the shirt, head thrown back with your tongue lolling out, mouth open in a drawn-out moan. He can’t stop himself from slapping your thigh, wanting you to pay attention to him as much as he’s paying it to you.

Your body jerks up in pain, pulling a hiss from your bitten lips as you drag your head forward to meet his eyes with your lustful ones. All of you, all that has become to be you, is his, all fucking his.

“C’mon princess,” he grunts against you amidst the slurping and the squelching of his pumping fingers in you, strings of your slick and his saliva keeping his lips attached to your pussy. “Wanna see you fall apart for me, cum f'me.” It’s all muffled against your cunt, your body reacts to it, either way, feeling every breath and every whisper against it. “C’mon, fuck.”

Your body is on fire, whining and crying out the faster he works against you, impatient to see you fall apart for him when you reach your climax. Your lungs burn, and you breathe in with a struggle, only for you to choke on it when your orgasm hits you so suddenly, it has your entire body shaking, a loud wail of his name the only thing you’re uttering when the knot in your abdominal breaks, and your head presses against the headrest when you gush around his relentlessly moving fingers.

He eventually starts slowing down, when your squirming gets too much for his liking, his garnet eyes glinting in delight at the sight of your spent body, working to get you to come down from your high.

And with a last strangled sob that has your tears cascading down your temples, he finally pulls them out, only for them to press against your lolled-out tongue.

“Ka-Katshu—” you choke out, needy and satisfied all at once as you wrap your lips around them when he presses further, almost getting you to gag on them when he pushes them in. and when you lick them clean does he move up to admire the mess he made of you.

His body hovers over yours, your chest pressing against his with every deep exhale you take, whimpering softly as reach up to pull his face to yours, vision clouded with unshed tears and you flutter your eyelids close when he slips his tongue between your already awaiting parted lips.

“So beautiful, so fuckin beautiful,” he whispers against your lips, dragging his lips to press kiss after kiss against your jaw as you catch your breath. “Look at you, already a fuckin mess and I still haven’t wrecked you with my cock.” You don’t register his words, so drunk on the feel of his lips against your body, both neglective of the way he’s smearing your juices against your lips at first, drowning you in your flavor before leaving a trail of it behind every kiss.

“Fuck…” Katsuki hisses when his cock makes contact with the cool air after taking his pants off, thick shaft bobbing up against his abdomen, exposing his pretty pink tip dribbling with pre.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, baby?” He sighs, running his fingers along the apples of your cheeks, biting his lip as he looks down at you. “Yeah,” you gulp. “Like knowing that I have that effect on you.” you can’t help but stare at him, lustful eyes at the way it looks bigger than you expected -and only then do you realized that you’ve actually fantasized about it- in terms of length of course, but how thick it is has your head spinning of scenarios of you not being able to take all of him.

It doesn’t take much for him to start easing himself in you, thumb pulling at your labia to admire the way you take him in, the way you suck him in, even with you whining and whimpering about how big he is, he just couldn’t stray his eyes from the glorious sight of your cunt swallowing all of him.

“Ka- it hurts, s’big Katsu.” you cry, clawing at his back when he lowers himself, body engulfing yours when he settles atop you, holding his weight on his forearms on either side of your head. “Fuck, I know, I know, it -fuck- it’ll feel better, feel so, so fuckin’ good,” he whines against your ear, nose pressing against your cheek as he speaks, before he kisses at your temples, chuckling at your cursing when he started licking at them, using your momentary distraction to push more of his girth between your cushiony walls.

And when another sob racks your body, he shushes you gently, restraining against his better judgment to force all of him in by pressing more kisses against your face as his finger traced down to draw soft slow circles against your clit. “Shh, it’s alright, you got it, there you go, that’s it, that’s my fuckin’ girl.” he praises against your lips softly, pressing kisses against your eyelids when your brows stopped twitching in pain, your pained whimpers turning into those of pleasure.

“Mhm,” you hum aloud, fluttering your eyes open to stare at his blown-out pupils, mouth ajar in a silent moan, gasping when he pouts his lips to spit down your throat, both of you groaning loud when he bottoms out, his tip twitching against your gummy walls.

It's obvious how pussy drunk Katsuki gets because if you focus hard enough, you can see he looks even more of a mess when he’s finally balls deep in the warmth of your cunt, his feral growls and rough rasps are more whiney and desperate with every grind inside you.

Katsuki vows that your pussy is the closest thing he would ever get to meeting god, while you swear that you hear angels sing every time he fills you to the brim with his girth, both of you so intoxicated with the feeling of the other.

“Katsuki—” You call out his name in ecstasy, coming out as depraved pleads, higher and louder with every harder thrust, every deeper thrust, his hips snapping against yours and you wail when the sound of his balls smacking against the curve of your ass echo in the quiet room.

“That’s right, say my name, say my fuckin’ name.” His words are as rough as his thrusts, cursing as he sheathes in your cunt, savoring the way your walls pulsate around him every time his tip twitches inside, massaging his cock, and savoring the feeling of his size in you.

The hands that have been roaming your body are coming down to hold your hips and draw vigorous circles over your clit. “Y’wanna cum for me?” he taunts, moving slower when you don’t reply immediately, wanting to hear your voice talk to him, begging for him. “Y-yes, wanna cum, m’so fucking close.” you cry, and he takes it as an invite to rub more rapidly, snap his hips more aggressively, grunting praise after the other between his panting breath.

“Fuck, squeezing me s’good princess, you gonna cum, huh? Gonna cum on my fucking cock baby? Wanna see you make a fuckin’ mess, cum f’me baby girl”

His face contouring into an expression of pure euphoria, sinking down to swallow your cries with his mouth over yours, bodies sticking together because of the sweating. His jaw falls open when your walls clench even more around him, praises dying in his throat at the sight under him.

Him, all of him, has you falling off the edge, has you sobbing as scalding heatwaves wash over your entire body, your body shakes as your back arches, wailing when he rests his head near your ear, pushing at your body down flat against the sofa, panting and moaning softly, doing his best to keep a quick pace. Your cunt squelching with his cum makes him whine desperately, his thrusts getting a little rougher.

Now he's the one whining all pathetically, letting out soft ‘hah’s when he takes in the white film of cum coating the base of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, baby,” strained cries coming out of him, leaning down to press his lips against yours needly, begging for something to hold him down, not wanting to lose it just yet. His hands grab at the fat of your thighs, gripping the back of your knees to fold them against your chest, and you prepare yourself for the deeper thrusts that are gonna be pressing into you.

But he pulls out, so suddenly that he pulls out a loud desperate cry from you, reaching up at him when he sits back, only for him to stand back up, he pumps the thick shaft of his cock, tip fiery red with the orgasm denial. He grinds his teeth together as his eyes rake your body, hyper-focusing on the way your cunt clenches over nothing, your clit is so puffy it's driving him crazy.

But he's a man on a mission and he keeps one hand wrapped around his girth while the other fetches your phone, holding it to your drunken expression to unlock it.

Before you question his actions when he brings the phone up, the sofa dips as he sits on his knees in front of you again, he hums in thought, grabbing the base of his cock to smack his tip against your clit, chuckling when you whimper and jump.

Katsuki growls deeply behind the phone, leaning down to spit harshly against your cunt, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the head across your hole. He trails one hand up to flick his thumb against your clit, his other hand aiming the phone closer to where you’re connected, leaning in close, easily sliding his entire length into your cunt, groaning loudly at the way you desperately clench and adjust to his size.

“Yer cunts lockin me in so tight, ya want me to fill you baby?” he groans loud, holding one leg up to get a better angle while thrusting and filming, and you’re filled with so much pleasure that you don’t even try and take your phone back from him, relishing in the way he fills you up over and over and over again.

“Gonna cum in this pussy. you're gonna let me fill this pussy up, yeah? Gonna lemme fuck it up?” he’s whining as the phone shakes in his hand, yet still determined to record the whole thing, the way your tits bounce harder with every harsh thrust, whispers of ‘atta girl’ and ‘take this cock’ are all you hear besides the constant moan slipping past your lips. His sweat is dripping down his forehead, bangs sticking to it as he pants harder and louder, his voice getting higher the closer he is to his orgasm.

“Say my name, say my fucking name,” he’s feral, his hips having a mind of their own as he rocks you against the sofa, you whine loud in pain as your head pounds against the armrest, yet the headache doesn’t matter to whats pounding into your cunt.

“Katsuki—” he doesn’t care about anything, if he even loses his hearing right after hearing you cry out his name like that, he wouldn't have it any other way. Because to him, this is all that fucking matters in the world, you milking his cock for all its worth and him panting like a bitch in heat right on top of you, claiming everything that made you into who you are, as his.

Katsuki’s head falls back as he cums, thick sticky seed coating your walls and dribbling out to coat his cock. He pants gruffly as he fucks his cum into you, thumb finding your clit to rub messy circles into it and chuckling deeply.

He throws your phone behind his back, and you hear it plop against one of the cushions as he flops atop of you, still buried to the hilt as he presses kiss after kiss against your lips, cheeks, eyes, pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you, only to scoop it out and press it right back in, leaning down to worship your entire body with praises and soft, feather-like kisses against you.

“Hey,” you whisper to him after a while, both of you cuddled up on the sofa, glistening bodies sticking together as he hides his face in your neck, traces the bruises on it with his nose, kissing your jaw and the back of your ear every few seconds.

“Hmm?” he leans away to stare at you, lids droopy as he smiles lazily at you, nuzzling his nose to yours as his hands roamed your body, squeezing at your ass before diving under your shirt to run his blunt nails against your back.

“What was the video for?” you play with his hair, the question not really needing an answer, seeing as it was in your phone and you could delete it any minute. It was really hot at the moment and he probably just did it on the spur of the moment, no harm no foul, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Because what Shinsou watches on his screen is something he never thought he would, the video playing on loop, there was so much of you and so, so much of him.

Y/N: fuckin’ my roomie, hah? well then what’s this shit for brains, ‘m balls deep inside your bitch ‘n there’s shit you can do about it

And lo and behold, what was one detail that Katsuki made sure not to miss, bunched up and dampened with sweat as your body jolted and writhed under his, that's right, the fucking t-shirt.

[astarlow]

hi! if requests are still open when you get this could i get a ashe, mercy, ana and dva x fem reader (all separate ofc and feel free to add any other overwatch ladies i don’t mind!!) cheering up their s/o after a rough week? also if it could contain fluff and be a mix or just a head canon that’d be amazing!! i’ve been having a rough week myself and ur writing has made me a whole lot better so ty v much 💖💖 hope u have a lovely day :)))

Characters: Ashe, Mercy, Ana and D.Va Form: Mix Warning: None I think Synopsis: How they cheer their s/o after a rough week Word count: 1475 A/n: Requests are always open, so don't worry. Especially requests like those, I'll be glad to do it! I hope this will help you feel better and I'm happy to know my writing has helped you, have a lovely day as well and I hope your weekend will go better

Ana

🍵Ana has seen it all, she just knows when her s/o has a rough week

🍵She's all the way here for her

🍵She makes her sit and asks her what happened

🍵she can be her shoulder to cry on if she needs to

🍵if she doesn't, that's alright as well. Ana is always here if she wants to vent or just talk about what happened

🍵If she is an Overwatch soldier, she's going to tell embarrassing stories about her comrades. Especially Reinhardt since she's been by his side for a lot of times

🍵And she knows he doesn't mind it too much

🍵If she's not, she's going to tell stories about her days as a vigilitante

"This tea is best if it's still hot," she informs her as she sips in her cup. She gives an umperceivabke nod, staring at the cup. She stares at her for a moment before placing down her cup.

"What is it?" She looks up and sighs.

"It's just- I don't know, it's just too much." She gestures at everything around them and she acknowledges it by nodding.

"Would you like to discuss it further?"

"I don't think I want to."

"That's alright, would you like to hear a story?" She crosses her arms on the table and places her head on them.

"Yeah, why not."

"As a sniper and as a support, I often have a wider view of the battlefield than my other teammates. That is because I am often in the back. You would not believe how many times I've seen them tripping on themselves or forgetting someone was watching over them. Especially Reinhardt. Always charging in, he even got himself stuck in a tree one time." She cracks a little smile. "I'm still surprised he didn't break that tree back then." She shakes her head in amusement.

"Let's talk a walk outside, the weather appears to be perfect for a little walk."

D.Va

🐰she might take a little bit of time to notice that her s/o is feeling down but once she does, she has her whole undivided attention

🐰gaming time!

🐰all the recommendations her viewers let on her stream or her other social media, she had already made a list to play it with s/o

🐰and right now, it seems like the best time to do it

🐰she has all genre, if she’s in the mood for horror games, she has many. Adventure or action? Don’t worry, she owns many of them

🐰if s/o just wants to watch her play game, she gladly does it. No stream, no camera, no light, just a little bit of action between her, s/o and her game

🐰if she’s busy and can’t be by her s/o’s side, she is sending tons of cute animals picture (bonus point if it is bunny ones)

🐰fanart!! She has tons of them and some of them include s/o so when she’s back she is going to show some of them

“Done with the game?” Hana asks quietly when she notices s/o is leaning on her shoulder. Her character in the game is immobile while she goes on the menu, having an idea of the answer s/o is going to give. Her answer comes out muffled but she somewhat hears a yes. She closes the game and switches off the screen.

“Wait here, I’ll come back in just a second. I need to show you something!” She gets up in a blink of an eye, heading toward the living room. S/o waits patiently, laying down on the couch.

A sudden portrait is shoved above her head so she could instantly see it. She blinks a few times, realizing it’s a portrait of them. It depicts them, in front of a temple in Busan. They’re both smiling and the light is shining of them. Hana is leaning on s/o while she’s holding them both stable. Their smiles is wide, their eyes crinkling a bit from their laughter. S/o recognizes it as a picture Hana posted on her social media but it’s clearly painted. The brushes’ strokes are still visible.

“Wow… that’s amazing.” She sits up while Hana hands her the portrait. She scans it and the more she observes it, the more beautiful it is.

“Right? It’s one of my subscribers who drew us.”

“Is that so? Could I get their handle? I want to thank them.” She points at the bottom of the painting.

“It’s here!” She chuckles and nods a bit, not noticing it before she pointed it out.

“Thanks.” She gives her a little kiss on the cheek.

“No problem!”

Ashe

🧨 Ashe is a busy woman but she tries her best to be here

🧨she would never want her partner to feel neglected

🧨Especially at times like this

🧨If it is someone that has bothered her, you can be sure they'll be taken care of somehow

🧨She leaves her hat to her care and it's a way for her to show she trusts her and her way to show her affection

🧨Once she's done with that, she's going to treat her based on her s/o's preferences. Fancy restaurants? For sure. Go shopping? Hell yeah. Just chilling? She's not a fan of that but if it is for her s/o, of course she'll do it

🧨She asks B.O.B to tell everyone to leave them alone for a moment and they usually comply

🧨Today and for the rest of the week, it's her s/o and only her that matters

"What got you so upset treasure?" Ashe just came back from a heist, upon seeing her s/o's frown and body language, she knew something is up as soon as she entered their shared house. S/o snaps her head to the side, surprised upon seeing Ashe here. She didn't hear her come through.

"I-it's nothing much, don't worry." She approaches her, raising one of her eyebrows in suspicion before letting a chuckle.

"Yeah, right. Nothing much, huh? Who is it? I can go give them a few 'words'."

"Just one of my coworkers." She gives her a nod, muttering something under her breath. She places her hat on her head and she's by the door once again.

"I'll be back pumpkin, if you need anything in the meantime, just call B.O.B." S/o doesn't know if it is a good idea of telling her who it is but it's too late anyways. Soon enough, she drifts into sleep.

Once Ashe is back, she notices her sleeping on the couch, the hat on her belly. She smirks at this then heads toward her. She scoops her in her arms, heading to the bedroom. S/o snuggles closer to her, while still being asleep.

"I gotcha treasure."

Mercy

🕊️ Here comes another busy woman, though Angela has the chance to be able to see her s/o more often than not

🕊️ Her doctor's side often takes the upper hand.

🕊️ She's going to ask her tons of questions. If she is eating well if she drinks enough water and sleep enough hours.

🕊️It's only when she notices it isn't a medical treatment she needs she's going to let out a soft "oh"

🕊️ She's going to drop everything she can and lead her s/o outside

🕊️ Fresh air always helps her and she believes it might be the same for her

🕊️ She finds a green patch and lets her s/o lies down on her lap while she brushes her hair

🕊️ She does this game of asking her what she sees in the clouds, what forms and when they're done, she's going to prepare some drinks and a hearty meal for the both of them

"Let's get outside, alright Liebling?" S/o is too tired to give another answer and she follows Angela. She holds her hand while rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand.

"This should do it, would you sit beside me?" She points to a patch of grass near the sea. The breeze is salty. Angela sits first and s/o follows suit. She hums a little tune while she's looking at the landscape. S/o stares at her lover and she returns the look.

"Is something on your mind?" She shrugs while looking at the landscape.

"It's just-" she ruffles her hair before sighing heavily. "it's getting hard…" she finishes while laying on Angela's lap.

"I can understand. At least, you won't have to go through this week ever again. Just take it one day at a time dear, you're doing great, trust me." She kisses her on the lips for a brief moment while smiling brightly. S/o cracks a smile and nods.

"Yeah. Thanks Angela," she whispers out and she returns the nod with a brighter smile.

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Hi hi hi. Happy (belated?) Birthday ♥️🥳

I hope you're doing well and staying hydrated

For the request can you please maybe do a scenario with the obey me brothers celebrating readers birthday. Anything will be fine (I'm v excited bc this will be my first in game birthday) you don't have to do it if it's too much ofc

Thank you for your time and patience. Take care, sending warm wishes and love your way<3

It’s your party

✎ Demon brothers x Reader

✎ Your special day is around the corner, what would the brothers do to please their little human

✎ Tags: point form fic, fluff, hints of suggestive [ Asmo’s ], reader harem, gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manger’s/Author’s note: Hey hey hey to you too~ I hope you and everyone reading this is doing well and staying hydrated too! And ofc I’m taking your request, it’s so cute, how can I not ><

Da-da-da-da Dance now, to more than what you wanted Da-da-da-da The perfect show now begins

Before the party:

Let the chaos-- aHEM AHEeeM! I mean, party start.. aHaha..

Prior a few days to the actual date, the council would be blowing up a storm, discussions of who is going to do what, screaming competitions on which one of them are going to be your distraction [in the end, Lucifer had dragged the angels and Solomon to serve as the decoys, he was 101% done with the noise so early in the morning]

Asmo and Mammon [despite popular believes, he actually has an amazing sense of style] would be the decorators, two of them would be fussing over the colours and patterns for days, it was a complete disaster. Every time they think each other would agree to one piece of the puzzle, they come out with nothing but heads butting with one another

Frilly, lace and silk, giving off maturity, elegance and an alluring presence against glitter, metallic aesthetic and rustic pop showing off power, fame and dominance. But after some exchanges [and many many threats and lectures with Mr Morningstar] they figured out their faults and nit-picked out things YOU would actually would adore instead of what they would like to see you surrounded by

Beel and Belphie the food preparers. Beel would have an extremely tough time though, every corner was a treat that he could munch on but he couldn’t ‘cause they were for his precious human. Body trembling, one hand grasping the other, mouth left ajar with drool dripping from his chin. Sometimes, when he can’t stand it, he gives himself a time out, arm twisting around a growling stomach as he leaves Belphie with the rest of the preparations

Naturally, Belphie’s body doesn’t contain much stamina as he lays around a lot. His disadvantage was his own sin, hazy watery lilac eyes fluttering, yawns escaping from his throat every now and then, limbs loosing their strengths with each tick of the clock. Beel would be staring at his tired twin with concern laced in his low tone, even suggesting he continue the rest with a cloth in his mouth to control himself, but was always rejected. Saying, if this was for the human that risked their lives to save their family and he can’t even match up that with this, he doesn’t deserve them.

Satan and Levi would be the game planners, surprisingly they work well with each other, adding their own little touches to the games they created. Both do try to restrain themselves from going full-blown fanboy, Levi silencing himself from adding anymore TSL references in Pictionary and Satan internally finding many ways to add mini easter eggs of books you’ve both read together within charades [but cheekily they still leaks some within the deck of games, they just hope you notice them]

Lucifer [to no ones surprise actually] is the overseer of everything, if council work was already stressful enough for him, the amount of coffee he would have to consume during this period would be doubled or even tripled. His light under eyes growing deeper as time goes on, not even bothering to take his reading glasses off, straight posture going slight stale. [Little secret of his: He spends his time walking around the house to each of his brothers’ rooms to take a peek, the joy on their faces tugging a small one of his own, his cold heart melting with the serotonin he feels]

On the day of the party, after returning back from a light window shopping trip with the students from purgatory hall, you would surrounded by darkness only for light to meet your eyes again with joyful cheers. The brothers all trying to get their hands on you, pleading with you to spend some time with them before the party, they argued for so long that it was already time to start the event

During the party:

Asmo could spend hours complimenting your fit, fingers tracing and slithering over every curve and feature of yours, cooing sugary lined words and whispering nasty doings he would have done if it weren’t for the people in the room at the moment. Soft lips lingering over your skin, warm breath burning you up, hands trailing over sensitive areas that already have been ignited through his teasing

Not long after, a hand grasps your wrist, pulling you towards the dance floor, a tsk leaving the demon’s lips, “Don’t get any funny ideas! I just wanted to dance with you, I wasn’t jealous that he was touching you like that-”

Mammon wished time would have stopped right there and then, arm warped around your waist tight enough, scared to let you go, your face oh-so close to his, noses touching tips, lips almost grazing each other. His face must be on fire, red flooding his cheek to the edges of his ears, chest heavy and breaths steaming. The second he feels the tips of your nails trailing his features, he is internally melting, kettle noises slipping silently as he coughs it off, trying to keep his composure as you both swayed

 As Mammon stumbled towards the beverage corner to get himself and you a drink, arms slithered and lifted you up into a bridal position, “Let’s get a bite to eat, I’m hungry again, but maybe it isn’t the food that’s making me feel this way.. ”

Beel didn't intend for this to happen, but he doesn't dislike it. Canine teeth sinking into the strawberry stuck between his jaw, bottom lip brushed against his as a liquid of sweetness flows into your mouth. Pulling away with a hum, compliments on the taste spilling from you, leaving the demon speechless, flush dusting his pale features as he slowly chewed on the berry, savouring the light flavour of you, the image of you both almost melting into a kiss rewinding in his mind

While continuing your assault on the food further down the table, a muttering tone made your ear twitch in curiosity, "Erm.. Y/N can we have a moment I have something to show you..!"

Levi bets on all his savings that he must have looked like an absolute idiot, skin turning pink as seconds goes by, fingers fiddling with one another. The embarrassed dumb grin plastered on his lips, every once in a while saying lines adding to your rambles on the limited addition Ruri-chan figurine from their special the event they did in the summer. Shades of pink darkening, steam leaking from his ears when your warm palms clasped his, words of appreciation leaving your lips

You ponder if you overstepped boundaries as you stared at a trembling Levi looking for the restroom, only for a hand to meet your shoulder, "Y/N, are you free? If you don't mind, I would love some time with you"

Satan loves how your eyes dilate at the array of palm sized fireworks, hands gesturing burst of colours, lips mumbling the bundles of spells he had prepared for fun. Red staining his cheeks when noticing your hands trying to grab the sparkles of light, the cat like behaviour making his blood boil. His comment on you accidentally slipping, making you let out a small meow, testing the demon further. In the end earning a pat on the head, as Satan hides his burning face under his collar.

A tug on your top made you snap your head around, a faint whine ringing in your ear, "Y/N.. can we go some where quiet for a while?"

Belphie felt warm, your bodily warmth snuggling into him, your arms slang around his waist, breath fanning over his flesh. His head digging deeper into your neck, breathing your scent in, his nerves calmed and relaxed, his frame loose as you both stayed on the planetarium's floor cuddling. Hand intertwined and running through blue strands, leaving scratches here and there, eyes rolled towards the glass ceiling of the structure, white sparkles of light reflecting the gloss in your pupils, smile forming as you admired the night sky a little longer

Sleep slowly took it's toll, eyes fluttering as tiredness looms over you till light clicking of heels snap your thoughts in two.

Lucifer paused when the calling of his name sounded the hallway, glasses of two filled to the brim with red fluids in your hands as you made your way towards the tall demon. Words laced in want yet rejection when he declined your offer, asking why you weren't at the party with the rest. Grasping his hand, pushing one of the glasses forward into his palm, before swooping in with a light peck on the cheek, pink tainting the male's features.

"Thank you.. this is the best birthday I could ever wish for ♡"

[softrozene]

Cuties

Anonymous requested: Hey first of all i wanted to let you know how much i enjoy your stories!! I was wondering if you could do a female!reader where chopper trusts her a lot and always searches for her and wants to be teamed up with her maybe a mini story or scenario, v wholesome & platonic ofc cause those are your rules :)

CUTIE. BABY. I love him. I want to spoil him lol. I hope this turned out as adorable as I think it is since I actually went about it a different way (with how the crew sees it). I added Zoro a bit to make them the cute trio (he would be in denial about thinking they are adorable lol) Enjoy dear anon!

Chopper x Female Reader (PLATONIC)

Warnings: Fluff and more fluff, spoilers of Chopper’s past sort of?

Words: 1265

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Robin is, of course, the first one to notice the way Chopper acts towards Reader. While everyone thinks nothing of it, Robin can’t help a smile being brought on her face at the adorableness of it. Chopper adores Reader. It is obvious he favors her out of others in the crew (other than Zoro since Chopper also loves hanging out with him) now and the others will begin to see it more.

It starts off when Chopper immediately looks for (Name) after a battle to make sure they are safe and sound. Then it increases when the crew splits up and he wants to be paired with (Name). The others think nothing of it. Not until the very last second where Chopper and (Name) become inseparable. That is when they notice the platonic friendship.

It is a special friendship. A unique one. If Robin had to compare she would say it is as unique as Zoro’s and Sanji’s friendship that they only show through fights or arguments. Or maybe her own friendship with Franky and how they watch over the whole crew. Maybe she could compare it to Nami’s obsession with treasure?

Robin shakes her head at that as she eyes Chopper and (Name) reading one of his medicinal books together.

No. Their relationship is so pure. It just warms her heart and reminds her of the good in the world. She loves both of them too and would protect them at all costs.

However, nothing could prepare Robin for the absolute wholesome moment she was about to see.

~*~

“Robin, have you seen (Name)? She was supposed to help me figure out what we need to buy at the next island,” Nami says as her eyes roam across the deck.

Robin hums. “No. I have not seen her. If you give me a second I can find her real quick.”

“Maybe in a second. I would hate to bother you since you are one of the only sane people in this crew,” Nami mumbles.

Robin chuckles as Nami goes on her way. Despite Nami’s answer, Robin still decides to check the ship with her Devil Fruit powers. She gets in position and uses her power to put eyes and ears around the ship to eavesdrop and possibly find them.

She follows Nami with the eyes she has on the walls of the ship and smiles when Nami greets the other crew members.

With Sanji:

“Have you seen (Name)?”

Sanji smiles upon seeing the lovely Nami and even more at the mention of (Name). “A while ago. She was with Chopper. They wanted me to make some snacks for them, so I did. Last I saw them, they were looking for Luffy and Usopp.”

With Luffy and Usopp:

“Have you seen (Name)? Or Chopper?” Nami asks.

Luffy smiles widely. “Yeah. A while ago. I was going to give (Name) a piggyback ride but-“

“We all know how that will go. Chopper ran at the speed of light with her,” Usopp says with a chuckle.

Brook even pops up. “I was with Franky a moment ago and we spotted them going up to the Crow’s Nest to bother Zoro. With my own eyes but wait… I do not have any eyes! Yohohoho!”

Nami just sighs at his skeleton joke. She glances at the floor for a moment before sighing again. “I give up. I think I will just have her help me later.”

“You, give up? The world must be ending,” Usopp mumbles.

Nami glares at him before she smiles. “Yeah. I think those two need the company. Didn’t Chopper tell you that (Name) reminds him of someone he used to know?”

At this, the others grow quiet. Robin who decided to physically join them appears by Nami’s side rather intrigued to learn more about the duo’s friendship. Nami nods her head getting the gist that she has to tell the reason now.

“Well, it began when those two first met. Zoro, Sanji, and I were there but everyone else was chasing after Luffy for leaving the ship too early. Our group decided on stocking up when Chopper ran into someone in the market. Of course, we all thought Chopper was a raccoon thing at first so the person he ran into did as well, but he was also the butcher of the town who wanted to add Chopper to his menu. Before any of us can protect Chopper, (Name) stepped in and put a stop to it. She said that if he wanted Chopper that he would have to get through her first,” Nami says with a smile as she remembers it.

Robin nods at this valuable information. She murmurs, “If I recall correctly, Chopper had a father figure back at his home island that died. Could it be…?”

“Yes. (Name)’s first instinct was to help Chopper and even sacrifice herself to do so. That spirit reminded him of… I can’t remember his name to be honest. I was sick and in recovery when we heard the story,” Nami admits a bit upset that she can’t remember the vital part.

Luffy says it without a problem and instantly, “Dr. Hiriluk was Chopper’s nakama.”

To the Straw Hat’s surprise, Luffy is serious about remembering the name. Until he lets out a big smile. “Let’s go check on them, yeah?”

“What are we doing?” Sanji asks as he joins them.

Robin chuckles as she answers him, “We’re going to check on the cuties.”

“I… Hope you are referring to just (Name) and Chopper seeing as Zoro is also not here,” Sanji states already acting as he will puke at the thought of cute and Zoro in a sentence.

“The cute trio!” Usopp announces.

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY,” Sanji shouts.

~*~

As soon as the Straw Hats (those who wanted to see) manage to peek into the upgraded Crow’s Perch- They are sent daggers through a glare from Zoro. None of them thought he could manage to do that and all for the sake of them being quiet.

They wonder why briefly before they see the two cuties they were looking for earlier, passed out on the couch that was facing Zoro. They must have passed out when bothering him from his workout. And the scene puts an arrow through Robin’s, Nami’s, Usopp’s, and Sanji’s heart. Chopper is holding onto (Name)’s arm and using it as a pillow while (Name) is just snoring away. It is obvious that the two find peace with each other.

And that Zoro finds the two good company.

Zoro whispers, “What do you want?”

“We were just checking on the cuties,” Nami whispers back as she points at Chopper and (Name).

Usopp snickers, “You are a part of the cutie trio with them. The proof is your protectiveness with them!”

At this, Zoro’s face has a bright tint of red before he grumbles, “Shut… Shut up.”

Robin hums. “Further proof is you are not denying it.”

“What are you doing?” (Name) says with a yawn as she slowly sits up.

Chopper who felt the shift of her waking up also opens his eyes and groans. “What did we miss, Zoro?”

Zoro snorts as he looks away (to hide his still very present blush).

“Cute trio,” Usopp says in a cough.

Luffy is the one who breaks their silence otherwise, “Wanna play tag? Or hide and seek? Or rummage the kitchen with me before Sanji gets there?”

“HELL NO!” Sanji shouts.

“Sure!” Both (Name) and Chopper say in unison.

Yeah… They really do make the best duo (trio with Zoro in denial).

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CONGRATS FOR 600+!!! I SAW UR EVENT SO IF I HAVE THE CHANCE, IM TAKING IT

The whole alphabet for Thoma. (Gn reader)

PLEASE dont overwork yourself though. You dont have to do it all if youre tired or something. Thank you and congrats!

600+ writing event

ty for ur request anon!! also you're funny. overwork myself? how could i possibly do that when i'm already avoiding all of my schoolwork? entire alphabet for thoma coming right up! (under the cut for length)

fluff alphabet with thoma; gn reader; no warnings apply

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

- thoma enjoys pretty much any type of shared activities with you, but ultimately his favorite kind is any that involves food. he'll go on tours of inazuma city with you to find the best places to get ice cream, or he'll buy a whole bunch of food and see what kind of dishes you can make together! nine times out of ten it ends up being really weird and a little gross, but it's fun and he loves spending time with you.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- he admires your ambition, your humor, and your own personal flair. he loves the person you are, and almost everything that goes into that, but he specifically loves the unique little traits that make you you.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

- his first instinct is to give you a big hug or rub your back, but only if he knows you're okay with it and that it would actually help. his first goal is to make sure you're okay, and then his second goal is to cheer you up: with bad jokes and kisses, usually

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

- thoma isn't super picky with how you two end up in the future, as long as you're together and happy. he wants to grow old with you, ideally, though however you do that will decide itself.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

- thoma is used to taking the lead in your relationship, but he's not necessarily more dominant or anything - he's just excited to be with you and wants to make sure you're just as happy as he is. your relationship is pretty balanced!

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what's their idea of a fun day out?)

- he loves loves loves going out on walks, especially in the city, and just finding random things that seem fun to do. there are a bunch of people playing cornhole over there, how about you guys join in for a game? they're selling a new kind of hotpot at that restaurant, better give it a try!

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

- he's definitely aware of everything you do for him, and he's also very grateful that you're with him. he makes sure to let you know that every day.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

- i think the only time thoma would ever keep something from you on purpose is if it would be somehow dangerous for you to know. other than that, he likes to make sure you're aware of everything you need to be. he likes his privacy like anyone else, but he also values communication.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

- being with you hasn't necessarily changed him (aside from the fact that you two are almost always seen together now) but it's definitely improved his mood a lot, not that it was ever really bad. he also likes to show off more now that you're around...

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

- thoma gets jealous relatively easily but is also not one to step in unless it's a situation in which you seem uncomfortable. he trusts you wholeheartedly, which sometimes means he has to keep himself from getting overly worried.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

- he's a very good kisser. thoma's kisses are playful and sweet, or alternatively full of reassurance and love. your first kiss was a little rushed and he was a little nervous (not that he'd ever admit that) but he knew it was the right time.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

- confesses accidentally while watching you do something that's actually pretty normal. you tap him on the shoulder and ask where he wants to go for lunch and he just kinda stares at you and then says "man i love you" and you're like. what. but he plays it off like he TOTALLY MEANT to say that and definitely didn't slip up.

M-Mornings (what's it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

- lazy lazy lazy. thoma knows he has to go to work but why would he do that when you're next to him all curled up into him? he can't just abandon you like that! fortunately the kamisatos are very forgiving, so when he shows up late they don't give him an earful.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

- babe/baby, sunshine, and occasionally sweetheart but usually just to tease you

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

- when thoma first realizes he's in love with you it hits him like a truck and he has to sit down for a second to process it. after that he hangs around you a lot more often, and it's pretty obvious to anyone watching that he's in love.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

- thoma's comfortable with pda and likes to tease you with it sometimes, unless you're someone who absolutely hates it, in which case he'll settle with handholding. otherwise, he'll give you random light kisses on the cheek or will grab you and pull you into him at random points throughout the day.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they're with you for no reason in particular)

- his nose scrunches when he's trying not to laugh at you, which makes you laugh at him, which makes him laugh at you. congratulations! you have achieved pile of laughter.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

- thoma is very romantic and also values friendship with his partner as well. he's sort of a mix between cliché and creative - while he will definitely take you out for a fancy dinner and lend you his jacket, he will also take you out to the lake and push you in or make a date out of who can spot the most dogs on a day out.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

- one hundred percent he believes in you and will do his best to help you achieve any goals you have. ok thats the end of this headcanon i have nothing else to say GHCCN

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

- thoma loves trying new things! he doesn't need things to change constantly (and also that might be very tiring for him) but he does like to switch things up a little.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

- forgot to change it from "good" to "well." WHOOPS. anyway

- thoma is very empathetic, so he's quick to understand how you're feeling, though it'll take him a little longer to understand why it is you're feeling like that. once you explain to him, he knows just what to do, whether it be celebrate with you on a big win or comfort you or give you some space.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

- it's SO important to him. having you in his life is one of the most important things to him. he's also been with the kamisatos for a really long time though, so thoma will need a little bit to sort out where his priorities are. rest assured that you're definitely up there.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

- thoma really likes the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair. bonus points if you wash it for him (he'll return the favor)

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- if you're ever available for affection, thoma will take advantage of it. he loves being close to you and generally just the feeling of loving and being loved in return, especially when that incorporates physical affection. listen he just really likes being kissed.

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

- when you're gone thoma will surround himself with things that remind him of you. he'll also occasionally call your name or say things to you absentmindedly before remembering you're not there at present. poor guy... he'll be very happy once you're home.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

- it depends on the lengths. the worst case scenario for thoma would be if he somehow had to choose between you and his work - that would terrify him, even though there's no way it would ever happen. other than that, since you're way up on his priority list, there's not much that he wouldn't do for you.