#keeping tags light cause im tired-

[tittysuckersworld]

hello! this is not dead!!!! i have just been busy- um i have some updates for the au though! they will be listed below:

dazai, still a child star. only ever shown one eye on their scenes. all that stay the same exept

dazai taught herself bass!! she knows a bit of piano and some other instruments too but bass is her main one

chuuyas backstory changes a lot so be ready here. still had a sister like her and her dad but they both died in an accident when she was 6. she was then taken in by famous pianist and violinest duo veraline and other guy-(i forgor names)

chuuyas then still brought up around a lot of musical instriments and has a lot of musical talent, but now her main instrument is the violin like blondey parent

their consept is good girls gone bad, having a strong rock influence with bass as main background instriment and violin being main focal instriment(but also still singing- i know this is confusing sorry- i dont actually know much about instriments and idol things but im doing my best)

dazai still leaves the company, and chuuya still stays making her own music. the story of the au stays mostly the same now exept for more details!!

akutagawa was trained for piano by dazai- still not good enviroment- but yknow. and after dazai left chuuya helped akutagawa write some songs. akutagawa more skilled in writing music than playing it themself

atsushi is a editor who also works with the guitar. plays wonderwall. all the fun stuff

and thats what im gonna end off with tonight cause i need to rush through makin an animatic- see ya!

[ladyymiisa]

UP SO LATE?

summary: a late night visit from your sweet boyfriend!

tags: hawks x fem!reader, fluff, a bit of spice but it’s barely there like you have to squint to see it

author’s note: YEAAAHHH WE ARE SO BACK BABY i’ve had this idea for months now im so glad i could finally write it out it was eating me up 🤞 also on a scale of 1 to 10 how wiling would you guys be to read obey me fics 😋

it happens during the late hours of the night, when you're completely worn out from a long day of work, after you've showered, applied all of the lotions in your bathroom, and changed into your coziest pajamas. by the time you’re usually done, your eyes can barely stay open from how tired you are, and all you can think about is sleep.

just like clockwork, right as you settle into the most comfortable position in bed, you hear it: three knocks on your balcony door—one firm, two light. the all too familiar signal that announces his presence.

despite the tiredness weighing down your limbs and your body’s desperate plea to stay cocooned in the warmth of your blankets, the excitement of seeing him always overcomes your exhaustion. it drives you to get out of bed quickly, your feet carrying you eagerly to the balcony to let keigo inside.

a fact about keigo is that he never fails to arrive with some sort of gift for you. whether it’s a small flower he picked up on his way or a box of chocolates he knows you particularly enjoy, he always comes bearing something. perhaps it’s his way of compensating for the lateness of his visits.

tonight is no different. without even glancing at the shopping bag he’s holding, you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

the action causes keigo to let out a surprised sound, which quickly shifts into an amused chuckle. as he adjusts the bag with the help of two feathers, balancing it effortlessly so that the contents inside don’t get damaged, he embraces you back just as tightly. his warmth, mingled with the faint scent of his cologne and the crisp night air, envelops you entirely, making you acutely aware of just how much you had missed him during the day.

“looks like someone’s quite eager to see me,” keigo remarks teasingly, his voice partially muffled by your hair as he plants a gentle kiss to your head. “you almost knocked the daylights out of me, babe.”

instead of giving keigo a verbal response, you nuzzle further into his shoulder, concealing your burning cheeks from his view. he laughs again, which prompts you to grumble softly against his jacket.

“keep acting cheeky and you might end up sleeping on the balcony,” you warn keigo, drawing back from the embrace to face him directly. despite your words, your arms remain looped comfortably around his neck.

now that you can clearly see his face, you take notice of the faint blush reaching the tips of his ears. sly bastard, he has the audacity to tease you as if he were any better. fortunately for him, being the considerate girlfriend that you are, you decide to refrain from commenting on it.

unfortunately for you, keigo’s fluster is short-lived. he quickly becomes more daring as his hands, which were previously caressing the small of your back, move to rest on your hips. he gives them a gentle squeeze, drawing you closer to his body while his fingers trail lightly along your sides.

honey-shaded eyes gaze at you devilishly. your warning appears to have no effect on keigo; if anything, it seems to amuse him further.

he hums softly, a lazy grin playing on his lips. “oh, really? you’d actually deprive your poor, overworked boyfriend of your warm bed?” he leans in, voice dropping to a low murmur. “and your touch? your warmth?”

before you can even register it, his lips begin to trace a path of feather-light kisses from your cheek to your jaw, gradually moving towards your neck with slow, carefully practiced pecks. he’s clearly aware of the effect he has on your body, for the moment his teeth intentionally bite into that particular spot that has your mind short-circuiting, any retort you had prepared fades away. the way he works you up so easily is enough to erase any trace of tiredness from your body, replacing it with newfound excitement instead.

your arms tighten their hold around his neck. he feels the way your fingers entangle themselves into his hair, giving it a firm tug. the sensation causes him to emit a low, appreciative grunt against your skin. as keigo continues to kiss, lick and suck along your neck, you find yourself unable to suppress the soft moans that fall from your lips any longer. the moment his ears pick up on them, he promptly lifts you, his hands moving beneath your ass to support your weight.

without any complaints, you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing yourself to yield completely to his touch. at this point, there’s no use in trying to fight back. you’re in for a long, long night.

as keigo slides the balcony door open and carries you into the bedroom, he takes care that his feathers place the shopping bag carefully on your desk. seems like you won’t be needing the lingerie set inside it tonight. no matter, he’ll ensure that you find use for it next time.

[jiyansthesis]

LEON KENNEDY (post-re4) x reader

summary — you and leon never thought what would lead to the two of you fucking would be a surprise zombie and an aphrodisiac

note — a little something i had in the drafts for a while. i was gonna post it when re4make came out but i totally forgot. might as well post it while im getting traction on my other leon post ^^

tags — smut, aphrodisiac, basically in public, rough, overstimulation, fem bodied reader, fem implied pet names

i am not responsible for any minors that interact + nsfw below the cut

not proofread

"we're gonna get our asses kicked," you groaned, focusing on the scope of your gun which you used to survey your surroundings.

"no, you're gonna get your ass kicked. i can hold my own," leon shot back, trailing ahead of you.

there was a red wash over the two of you as you ran down the hallway, attempting to look for some vials before they get destroyed by the zombies lurking around.

"you don't happen to know where these serums are, do you?" you questioned, a zombie coming out the shadows only for you to quickly aim and fire your gun at its head, it immediately flying backwards to land lifelessly on the floor. "this is like some bad game of whack-a-mole. except without the hammer. and the moles are zombies. and we could possibly die. i'm getting tired of it."

"do you ever stop talking?" he opened a door, revealing a room with cabinets of liquids and something that looked like a chamber with a glass window.

"adding a bit of fun into this mission, leon. i can't just walk around shooting zombies and not have something to say."

he grunted, and went over to the cabinets, grabbing a container of blue liquid.

"this is it. i'll get all of these, you keep watch." you nodded in acknowledgement, considering the fact that leon was your superior.

you peered out the hallway you had come from, saw that it was clear, and shut the door, locking it.

then you decided to go into the connecting room, just in case something was in there.

the red emergency light was still messing with your eyes, and so you turned on your flashlight, scanning the room.

there were more bottles of substances. but it didn't look like the blue ones leon was getting. these ones were a reddish-pink, and had a certain glow to them. you stepped closer to it to examine it, but you swung around as soon as you heard a growl. you unsheathed the dagger around your waist.

the blade lodged in the zombie's throat, your reaction time saving you as usual. it crumpled over, but bumped into the display, causing the cases to break.

you thought it was a liquid, but it was like you could see the cloud of fumes rise from the broken vials. quickly you put a hand over your mouth and nose and ran out the room, but not before you caught a whiff of the strangely sweet, almost sugary flower smell.

you shut the heavy doors behind you, and let out a gasp of air. leon looked towards you, hurrying over as you fell to your knees.

"hey, you alright? what happened?" he held onto your arms, lifting you up and placing you in an office chair.

"th-there was a zombie. i killed it and it. . . it bumped into these flasks of pink stuff." your hands went to wrap around your stomach, a cramp suddenly appearing.

"pink stuff?" he asked

"yeah," you grimaced with pain. "there was this thing that came out of the broken tubes. it was like a gas or something."

"and how are you feeling right now?"

you felt immensely uncomfortable. there was a cramp in your lower abdomen and it felt like something was dripping out of you. your legs squirmed, not liking the feeling of your wet panties.

"i can-can't explain it." you stammered out. you think you know what were in those things, but you didn't want to make it awkward for you and leon. of course, you've known him since raccoon city, and congratulated him when he came back with the president's daughter. but you knew damn well you guys weren't this close.

even if you desperately wished you were.

"it hurts there?" he gestured to your hand over your abdomen, you nodded.

"it might've been something toxic." he glanced around the room at all the computers, lucky enough to find one that was unlocked.

you heard him type away as you shut your eyes. the pain was becoming excruciating, and you didn't know why you felt your crotch throbbing.

not only that, but your thoughts were bunching up, and you couldn't think straight. what were you here for again?

"hey, i think i know what it is." you felt him nudge you. "but you might not like it."

"i think i know what it is too. doesn't take much thinking to find out." you winced as you shifted in your seat.

he raised an eyebrow. "you know?"

"it's obviously an aphrodisiac. there's no other explanation." you slurred out.

"well, it's not a normal one. normal ones wear off with time, but this one. . . you need something for it to wear off. or you might die."

"die!?" you exclaimed, ignoring the pain of you suddenly standing upright. this definitely cleared your mind. "for fucks sake, leon. i didn't want to die from a fucking drug today!"

he let out a breath of air. "it's easily fixable. but i need you to trust me." his voice got a bit more husky.

"i always trust you, leon." you assured him. he hesitated, and slowly lowered you back down on the seat.

his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your tactical pants. "may i?" he looked up to you. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have leon kennedy under you.

you could already tell what had to be done for you to get rid of this feeling, and you gave him the okay. well, at least you get to have one of your fantasies out the way while also avoiding death from aphrodisiac.

he pulled down your pants, quickly followed by your underwear.

"didn't think to tell me about what was happening down here?" he smirked. "you're so wet."

you whined at the cold air, and urged him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

he followed your request, and instead of inching in his fingers like you'd expected, he immediately latched onto your dripping cunt, and you arched your back.

"leon, fuck!" you moaned out, a hand immediately going to grab a handful of his hair.

he hummed in amusement, leading you to clench your thighs around his head. leon quickly moved his hands to grab your plush thighs and spread them apart, locking them in place no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

it was like he wasn't even thinking about the aphrodisiac. it was all for his and your pleasure, rather than as an extremely awkward and embarrassing task that had to be done. or he was just too good at the job at hand.

every stroke of his tongue had your legs shaking, and you pulled at his hair every time he sucked on your clit too hard. it felt like a few minutes before you felt the buildup of something in your stomach, quickly overshadowing the pain you had previously felt.

"leon, m' gonna-"

his hands left your legs and went straight to your pussy. "make a mess for me, baby," he said as your hips bucked up violently and you let out what was almost a scream.

you panted, and you thought that at this point you'd be satisfied, the pain would be gone, and the two of you could put this all behind you and go on your merry way.

but you were wrong. it was like it got even worse.

your thoughts were scrambled, and all you could think about was the bulge in his pants. and it definitely wasn't his gun.

"why'd you have to do. . . all that?" you stammered out. you also realized he called you baby. your cheeks became even hotter.

"can't get my gloves dirty. and i wanted a taste." he winked. "are you feeling better?"

you shook your head, involuntarily grinding against the seat. maybe if you imagined it was his thigh. . . you wouldn't have to ask him to fuck you senseless. you were already shameless enough, with the fact he had just finished eating you out like his final supper, and the effects of the aphrodisiac were not helping.

just the sound of his voice and his smell was enough to send you into a frenzy.

"do you need some more help?" he began unbuckling his pants.

"yes, need mo' help," you whined. you never thought what would get you into leon s. kennedy's pants would have to be a mystery sex drug in a science lab. if you knew, maybe you would've done this way beforehand.

you almost drooled at how big he was. you would've put your lips right around him at that moment, but he was already lining himself up with you entrance.

"you ready, princess?"

"jus' hurry up," you moved your hips closer to him, sliding the tip inside which caused you to whimper. deciding not to let you suffer any longer, he slammed the rest of his throbbing cock inside of you. with every thrust he did, you were a whining, blabbering mess.

"does that feel good?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you could tell that the effects of the drug were making you more sensitive.

"s' good leon," you threw your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. he was biting on your lips, his tongue occasionally slipping through your lips.

"i fucking love the sounds you make," he got out once the two of you broke away for air. it was like he was feral and had the aphrodisiac himself, pounding into you without giving you time to breathe.

"fuck, leon, don't stop," you could feel tears streaming down your face as your mouth gaped wide open to let out all your noises.

no doubt you were attracting monsters, but that didn't matter when you had this hot man you've been pinning for for years making you dumb on his cock.

he admired the way he had you already clawing for whatever you could grab a hold on, which was his back, and the look that you gave him.

he'd wanted to fuck you for so long, although that developed from him falling in love after the events in raccoon city. you'd kept him sane, believe it or not.

thank god he had this reason to finally have you under him.

"you gonna cum for me, yeah?" he began relentlessly hitting your g-spot, which had you screaming. he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you didn't answer. or well, you couldn't with how he practically fucked the breath out of you.

not receiving an answer, he quickly took you out the chair and placed you on top of the table. you whined as he pulled out, but were quickly shut up by him thrusting inside of you again.

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the new angle caused him to almost brush up against your cervix. his hand made its way to your tummy and pressed down on the slight bump, making your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

"hey, pretty girl. i want to hear everything." he persuaded you to place your hands to stabilize yourself on the office desk.

"i-mm, i think i'm gonna make a mess," you warned.

"you gonna come for me? good girl," he praised, and with those words he hungrily pressed his lips to yours, devouring your sounds of ecstasy as you convulsed with your climax.

you started feeling overstimulated, the pain and sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure.

"le-leon, jus' cum in me," you pleaded, feeling your third climax coming already. maybe it was because you were practically intoxicated, or it was because you haven't had sex in so long, but you were almost self-conscious about how short of a time it took for you to cum.

"yeah? you want me to fill you up baby? do i make you feel too good?" a pool of your cum was pooling on the desk.

"yes! wan' you to, wan' you to," you trailed off as he grunted and let out a few soft, low moans, and you felt a warmth seep inside of you.

slowly he pulled out, which still had you twitch, and he looked almost apologetic about that. he searched the place for something to clean you up with, before ripping a piece off an abandoned lab coat, and slowly wiping you up with it. the table on the other hand, required the whole coat to wipe up.

he helped you put your pants back on as you regained and put your thoughts back in order.

"holy shit, we're at least twenty minutes late from meeting up at the extraction point," you checked the watch on your wrist. the two of you scurry to grab all your things as well as what you came here for, and went on your out the building. leon then called chris, who was pissed about the time delay.

as you left, it was strangely silent, as if the two of you had scared the monsters away rather than attract them.

"never thought that'd ever happen," you admitted as the two of you made it outside and to the rendezvous.

"never thought i'd fuck you during a mission in the middle of nowhere." he agreed. "how about dinner later, pretty girl?"

"isn't it a bit late for that?"

"it's never too late to take a lady like you on a fancy date. you deserve it." he shouted as the wind from a helicopter overtook your hearing.

"hmm, i'll think about it!" you grinned, saluting. "nice work out there."

"if that was my real job, i'd be doing it all the time."

[lunaviee]

study buddy

kei tsukishima x reader

tags/warnings: fluff, established relationship, they’re still in high school

synopsis: a simple study session got a little warmer

authors notes: yeah idk i wrote this in like an hour

word count: 450

a comforting warmth engulfed his hand, snapping him out of his deep thought. though, the figure whom the hand had belonged to was still focused, eyes scanning the computer screen.

you and tsukki had decided to go to his house to study for your upcoming chemistry test. you both sat next to each other on his bed, backs pressed against the headboard with your computers resting on your legs.

you typically like having something to fiddle with while you studied, softly grazing each finger as you silently mumbled the chemical equations you needed memorized.

it caught him off guard, causing him to instinctively freeze. kei’s head turned down, watching as your smaller, warm hands played with his cold, calloused ones.

“hey.” your head turned to his. “your hand.”

you blinked once, processing. your gaze shifted down to your right hand, “hm? oh..sorry” an embarrassed flush washed over your face, tinting your cheeks and ears a pretty shade of pink.

the warmth of your hand left his, traveling to twiddle the hem of your sweater. kei’s hand now felt empty. cold. lonely. he didn’t like how he noticed this, and hated the feeling even more

his gaze lingered on the outline on your face for a moment longer before shifting back to his own study sheet. seconds past. they felt like minutes, hell, even hours.

he spoke up again, “idiot” he muttered, lacing your fingers back together, “i didn’t say to let go..tch.” ears now flushed red

the corners of your mouth twitched up, more heat rising to your cheeks. the only thing you could manage out was a silent “oh, okay” that was mumbled under your breath

you took his hand back in your lap, intertwining your fingers together and softly rubbing any parts of his hand you could reach

time passed, the sun had set, the lamp on his bedside table now being the only decent source of illumination. the words on your screen merged together to look like a blurry mess. it was late, the sleep fogging your mind fought your will to keep studying. you shut off your computer before looking at your boyfriend, leaning your head against his shoulder

“hey, what are you-” the calmness of your face shut him up, who was he to interject when you looked that angelic?

“just..5 minutes, promise” your voice was thick with sleep, eyes now shut as breaths were evened out

5 minutes turned into 10, which turned into 20 and so on and so forth. not too long after you fell asleep on him, kei realized he was tired too. he shut off his computer, moving both of them to the floor and turning the light off

blankets were shifted as he pulled you closer to his body, unfortunately having to let go of your soft hand in the process. kei’s arm draped over your waist, his face flush against your shoulder and yours shoved in his chest.

he pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head before leaving closer, causing you to tighten your grip on him. a soft “i love you” could be heard, but only by you. as if those words were set aside only for you to hear.

i’d call that a pretty productive study session, wouldn’t you?

so i’m in class rn LOLL, i got bored and i wanted to write something idk

i feel like i worded this weirdly guys help IDK WHAT IM DOINGG

[ficclings]

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It didn’t take a lot to panic Felix nowadays, with everything going on, but he never thought he would be panicking over the sight of water bottles. 

“What’s the matter?” Minho’s voice was groggy and filled with the want for sleep. 

“We don’t have much water left and I’m not drinking from the tap,” Felix tried to keep his voice down, as not to worry the hybrid currently sleeping for the first time in a couple of days. 

“I would suggest the water back at my workplace but I’m not even sure that’s safe to drink,” Minho paused, “I don’t know how long water can sit there and be safe,” he added with a pout forming. 

“I’d use the internet but that’s down,” Felix rubbed at his forehead and sat down on the kitchen floor, feeling defeated. 

A small smile returning when Pepie padded over to him and rested at his side to give Felix some comfort; which it did. 

“Do we go for a supply run?” Minho suggested, joining Felix on the floor, head smacking against the lower cabinets, “We just went out for one; we’re exhausted,” he hesitated for a second before putting an arm around Felix’s shoulders, “we have enough for a couple of days,” 

Felix sighed and ran his fingers through Pepie’s soft fur, “yeah, I guess,” he chewed his bottom lip and closed his eyes, “I’m so fucking tired,” 

The expletive made Minho snort with laughter; quickly covering is mouth when he heard the hybrid on the sofa stir a bit. 

“Me too,” the older man closed his eyes too and let Felix rest his head on his shoulder. 

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“Snap!”  

The sound of a hand slamming down on a table echoed around the small apartment as the three friends bonded over a game of snap, the hybrid taking the most recent win and accepting her prize of a couple of squares of the Dairy Milk chocolate bar they had found on their recent supply run. 

“You have animal reflexes!” Minho whined and pouted despite himself making her giggle at the sight. 

“Such a sore loser, Hyung,” Felix playfully shoved the older man to the side, letting out an oddly high-pitched cry as Minho pounced on him with a cocky eyebrow raised. 

“Pinned ya again,” clearly mocking Nala from The Lion King, Felix rolled his eyes with a small smile on his handsome face, “wait, that makes you Simba,” Minho paused, “you’re not nearly cool enough to be Simba,” he added teasingly and the hybrid watching nearly choked on the chocolate she was currently enjoying. 

“I’m totally cool enough to be Simba,” Felix argued back crossing his arms across his chest. 

“You realise this means that you two have to get married now, right?” the woman across the table to them was smirking suggestively at them and it caused an immediate flush to brush over the two men as they quickly sat up. 

“Does this make you Zazu?” Minho asked with a chuckle, very entertained by the appropriate gasp of surprise on her face. 

“I happen to love that funky little bird,” she replied with a bright smile, canines on show; catching Felix’s eyes; a light dusting of pink returning to his cheeks, “I miss watching movies,” she added with a loud sigh, shoulders falling with a pout on her lips. 

The electricity had almost completely wiped a couple of days ago, causing them all to panic quite a bit as they had practically been giving themselves what little of their old lives they had, back. 

The only thing still running were the lights in the building as they were the only things hooked up to the emergency backup in case of a power outage or natural disaster. 

“And my games,” she added looking woefully at her giant collection of games that decorated the many shelves both under and beside the television. 

“I think I miss just the action of browsing through websites,” Felix chuckled as he gladly accepted a chunk of chocolate that the hybrid had kindly decided to share more of. 

“Getting updates on things,” Minho paused for a bit as if debating with himself if he should even finish his sentence, “like friends,” he flickered his eyes to Felix who was now fiddling with a loose strand on his jumper, “is something I miss; even the dumb updates that Han and Changbin used to post up,”  

This made Felix laugh, making the hybrid smile warmly again. 

“The anime updates and gym updates,” Felix shook his head, and this made her sit up a little straighter with interest. 

“Who...who liked anime?” she asked shyly. 

“Hannie,” Minho replied fondly with a tone that he had greeted Felix with when they were reunited, “he loves the stuff,”  

“Me too!” the hybrid blushed darkly at how quickly the words left her, simply excited by the prospect of somebody finally understanding her love for the animation world. 

“We all do, to an extent, but Han goes to conventions with Chan Hyung in full cosplay,” Felix grinned as he saw how her mouth hung open and her eyes glittered as if he was talking about an anime deity. 

“Much more fun than the gym, anyways,” Minho muttered with a shake of his head, clearly thinking about Changbin, “the number of times I saw Changbin doing suggestive stretches, is too many times,”  

All three of them fell into a quiet rumble of chuckles, a small moment of calmness, the background of the apartment filled with the loud snores of Pepie and the scurrying of Harvey kicking his bedding around the small area they had set up, once again. 

-- 

“Look after your brother,” she whispered as she cupped Pepie’s face and gently stroked his cheeks, her fingers then gently running over Harvey’s back. 

“I will,” Pepie chuffed and then whimpered, “please be safe; don’t forget about us,”  

Her heart ached as it just reminded her that he and Harvey had essentially said goodbye to their mum and dad the morning of the outbreak, only to then be left alone as the owners clearly met a horrible fate. 

“We’ll come back, I promise,” she pet his head, “I’ve put your water and food in that corner and this is where you go to the toilet,” she pointed out the places as she prepared herself to shut them both in her bedroom, an extra layer of protection. 

“I’ll be a good boy!” Pepie let out an ‘Uff!’ and nosed at Harvey; making the rabbit flinch in surprise and he stomped his foot on the ground. 

“You two are always good boys,” she added before gently waving at them, switching a battery powered lamp on for them and then shutting the door with a loud sigh. 

Exhaustion and worry for the travelling they were going to do for the next couple of days, hung heavy on her shoulders and her stomach twisted up in knots at the thought of not being able to keep her promise to Pepie and Harvey. 

“You ready?” she looked up at Minho, who was leaning against the wall, strong arms crossing over his chest. 

“Uh,” she cleared her throat, “yeah, just anxious...as usual,” she rubbed the back of her neck before tutting as she felt her hairband rub against her skin, reminding her that she wanted to keep her hair far away from both her face and prying rotting hands. 

“There,” she waved her head from side to side to make sure it was tight enough, flushing a bit when she spotted Minho carefully watching her every move, “what?” 

“Your ears,” Minho smiled a bit, more to himself than her, “cute,” he added quietly and turned on his heel to help Felix move the furniture away from the front door. 

“Oh,” she squeaked, tugging on her ear out of shyness; shaking her head soon after and rushing to help them as well. 

-- 

She had quickly concluded that owning a baton that had been modified by Minho to have barbed wire on it, was a brilliant investment. 

Despite the baton still being covered in small fleshy pus, strands of hair and jellied substances that she’d rather not think about, she was able to take zombies down a little faster than usual and it made her feel just slightly more confident in her ability to defend not only herself, but Felix and Minho as well. 

Said men were currently searching the abandoned cars along the side of the road; peeking in through the window in case one of the undead happened to be in there. 

Her eyes caught dried blood that seemed to have been seeping from the boot of the car; she had an awful feeling that somebody had had to trap a zombie in there as she could hear quiet mumblings and light, weak scratches. 

“Felix,” she whispered, gently tugging at his long fingers, “be careful,” she then pointed at the car he and Minho were currently crouched next to, “zombie in the boot,” she added when he gave her a confused look. 

She watched Minho step lightly towards the back of the car and then knocked on the boot once, before promptly jumping backwards when a gargled growl came from inside. 

“You sure it’s a zombie, not just a trapped animal?” Minho asked slightly worried that they were mistaken. 

“It’s a zombie,” she tapped the side of her nose, “they smell dead, like everyone else,” she then bent forwards to check under the car that she was about to approach, just in case a zombie was under there. 

“Oh,” at the startled tone of Minho’s voice, she and Felix spun around in their places, “it’s a zombie,” he then cringed a bit when he pointed out the large intestine that was dangling out the side of the closed boot; it had been severed in half and Minho was now looking at the bottom half of the body of whoever was in the boot. 

“Lovely,” he muttered. 

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It was as if her body shrivelled several times smaller when her eyes investigated the dark train tunnel before them.  

The sense of foreboding washing over all three of them as they shuffled closer subconsciously. 

“Are you sure this is the direction your friends might be?” she asked flicking the torchlight around to try and see if anything was lurking in the darkness. 

“It’s the direction that Changbin-hyung and Hyunjin-hyung are,” Felix replied and gently ran his thumb over her soft ears to try and settle her anxiety, “you can stay here with Pepie and Harvey if you’re really that nervous, I don’t want to pressure you into coming with us,” he was faintly aware of Minho watching him as he pressed his forehead to the hybrid. 

“No, no” she pouted a little, “I want to come with you; I’d lose my mind with worry that something had happened to either one of you,” she mumbled shyly and felt a soft flush reach her face when Felix smiled before placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“I’d be fine,” Minho shrugged his shoulders as he twirled his bat around with a relaxed grace that both she and Felix were jealous of, “dunno about him though,” he eyed Felix with a teasing grin as the wind picked up outside of the train station, the breeze dancing across them. 

Rolling his eyes with a puff of laughter, Felix motioned for them to follow him into the darkness. 

“Careful of the maintenance doorways,” Minho whispered and then jiggled his torchlight towards one said doorway, “don’t want to have to save you guys again,”  

“Awfully smug today,” Felix remarked with a playful sigh. 

“I have reason to be,” Minho turned to face his younger friend, carefully walking backwards just so he could shine the light at Felix’s eyes; making him yelp and shield his eyes. 

A shiver went up her back at the sound of him yelping as it echoed all around them and she stopped walking to focus her hearing. 

“I hate this,” she whispered as she searched herself; finally figuring out how to use her bra strap to hold the torch forwards; keeping her hands free. 

“Stay close and you will be okay,” Minho replied with a very deadpan tone, his eyes squinting as he turned to investigate the darkness behind them, clearly checking their six. 

“Quiet!” Felix hissed and held his hand up in the air to emphasize his words, his feline-like eyes wide as he scanned the area in front of him; reaching behind to carefully change the direction of the torchlight. 

“Oh,” she held her breath to stop herself from blushing as his fingers grazed across her skin. 

“What is it?” Minho whispered and crouched down with Felix as the younger man slowly moved forward. 

“You can’t hear that noise?” Felix frowned as he looked back at his friends, who were now sharing a confused expression, “even you?” he watched her shake her head. 

“There’s something in that room,” Felix turned his entire body towards the room in question and it was only the that she picked up on the shuffling, scratching noise that he was going on about. 

“It sounds like a zombie,” Minho stood up straight and spun his bat around with his long fingers, stretching a bit, “stay here,” he was already on his way up the small stairs, hand yanking the door open, and she cringed at the sound of a bat crushing down into something soft, crunchy and most disgustingly of all, wet. 

“You might want to see this,” Minho’s out of breath voice echoed slightly. 

“Are you okay?” she dashed up the stairs before Felic could even stand and she was immediately on guard, teeth baring in what was supposed to be a threatening growl, but Minho found it quite adorable. 

“I’m fine but I really don’t like the look of whatever the fuck that is,”  

She could sense his nerves as he used his bat to point at a large mass of something in on of the corners. 

“I might be sick,” Felix warned them as his face scrunched up at the sight of expanding flesh bubbles, that then popped audibly, moans and scratching sounds coming from somewhere inside of the mass. 

“That’s the noise,” he added, and the hybrid had to quickly steady him as he suddenly jumped backwards with a strange noise leaving him. 

“There’s a fucking face in there,”  

Pulling the torch from her bra strap, she focused the light on where he was pointing and quickly felt the air go cold around her as a dead face, but moving, was pushing against the thin sheet of skin; teeth snapping shut every now and then. 

“Oh my god,” she felt her tail fall and hit the back of her leg, “there’s more than one face,” she watched Minho move forwards. 

“Why are bubbles around?” he asked quietly, and this made Felix tilt his head in equal curiosity. 

“They smell,” the hybrid brought her shirt up to her nose, “they smell so rancid,” she tightened her hands to try and block the scent. 

“It’s a meat...sack,” Minho frowned at his choice of words and slightly poked the place where four faces were now crowding, possibly trying to get to him, “there’s liquid in there,” 

“Hyung, don’t get too close!” Felix warned with his hands immediately grabbing his friend and pulling him back as he caught the action of a hand pushing against the skin as well, “they are trying to get to us,” Felix concluded and shared a worried glance with them. 

“We should go,” she urged before jumping at the sound of ripping; the room suddenly having a floor covered with water close to that of sewage, teeth riding the water as the heads they had seen came rolling out. 

More skeleton than zombie. 

It was then that she couldn’t care less about being quiet in the tunnels. 

“We should fucking GO!”  

[strwbivy]

Im soooo obsessed with your writing, i just wanna let you know that you're my fave writer even if your fictions go short sometimes :'D.

If any chance you write for Kenma or Hinata OR Tsukishima, i would like to request something for one of them (or if you want all) with their date preference with reader who's in a romantic relationship with them? Like reader and character is new on their relationship and this is their 1st date? How would the character react? Or how they would initiate the date?

I hope it fits your criteria! I really love your fics so much!

LOVERS' FIRST DATE .ᐟ

synopsis. being in a newly established relationship with him calls for a first date with him nothing could go wrong, right?

wc. 1.6k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. running around, amusement park date, hyper hinata, carousel, rollercoasters, fireworks

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! hi anonn, omg ilysm i apologies that my fics are so shortt but i swear i'm trying to improve on making my fics more long!! also i was supposed to make all chars but i got too lazy and i wouldn't be able to finish it immediately anyways.

♡ HINATA SHŌYŌ because of hinata's monster energy and scarily long stamina, which means that he would be the type of guy who loves going to active dates, something that requires doing physical activities in a fun way.

he's the type of guy who would take you on places/dates like amusement parks, indoor trampoline parks, bike rides, or just regular old volleyball. even if you make mistakes receiving the ball, he doesn't mind it at all, as long he gets to play his favorite sport he's contented.

but everyone knows that no one can keep up with his rampant energy.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

shoyo grabs your wrist and pulls you to the large entrance of the amusement park as he ran at the speed of light, making you almost trample over your own foot.

now, finally reaching the entrance, you let out short puffs and pants while the hand that hinata didn't hold was on your knee. while you were breathing heavily, you heard a loud excited shriek coming from the orange-haired boy.

"ahhh!! yes, we're finally here!!" he exclaims loudly, while his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement.

"y-yea.. " you spoke, tired still in your voice. hinata then turns to you with an eager expression that turned into a more concerned one after seeing you panting state.

"[name] are you okay??" hinata questions as he helps you get up by pulling your wrist.

after helping you get back on your feet, you spoke. "yea, i just kinda got worn out cause you ran so dang fast.."

your comment made shoyo rub the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly while doing so. "oh haha.. sorry, i get carried away sometimes, especially when i'm excited!" You chortled at him and said to him that it was all fine as you fixed your clothes as you got up.

"well, i think i'm ready now!" you announced, having a cheery smile displayed across your face. and once your words reached his ears, he excitedly pulled you. he was about to start sprinting, but his feet halted after getting reminded about what happened earlier, he lets out an awkward giggle, and he then walked with you further at the entrance of the amusement park.

and so, once you and hinata went inside the main part of the park, you both were ecstatic when you heard the sounds of rollercoasters scraping and moving along its tracks, and the loud screams of joy that came from it.

you both then immediately start going on rides. first, you both got on a rollercoaster, nothin' special, just a warmup. afterward, hinata pointed at a ship that was swaying side to side, each sway getting higher and higher as it went.

it's intimidating, you know that, but hinata reassured he'll hold you tightly, and you and him will sit at the middle seats. with his affirmation, you not so bravely marched up to the ride with him.

god, were you not ever more scared than you thought you would be. you were screaming your lungs out every time you felt your stomach disappeared when the ship would descend from it's highest point, while hinata was screaming just as loud as you but, it wasn't because that he was scared, it was because he was actually having fun without fear!

you chanted out prayers as the ride continued on for a few minutes, and when the ride did end, you were left in a shriveled state. your legs wobbled when you took a step out of the ship, and your boyfriend was panting in a joyous manner.

you whip your head towards the ominous ride, and your eyes glared at it as if it was a real person that you had hatred on. "i will never ride you again, you piece of ship." (yes ik it's a damn pun) you angrily mumbled to yourself, swearing that you will never, and never! come back to that ride again.

hinata never didn't noticed your annoyed expression to the already ridden ship. instead, he was deciding which rides he'd want to go to next.

glaring at the ship, you were unexpectedly pulled by your wrist once again, and of course, it was hinata, and of course, you were running at an insane speed. you tried to keep your still-wobbling legs with his pace while you got a gist of what will be happening for the next hours.

and you were damn right. hinata had pulled you up to all kinds of rides that made you exhausted every time you got off of them, but the cycle repeats, and he pulls you up to another one.

the cycle repeats until the sun is just a few away from reaching the horizon.

you tiredly walked up to a bench and plopped on it as if it was your own bed while hinata went off to buy some drinks. heavy pants fell from your mouth, the rides you went on have your energy drained. you swore that it was still morning when you and him came here and now it's almost dusk??! you sighed at the thought that time would easily slip by by just riding a few attractions.

while you were resting on the bench, hinata came back with yours and his drinks in his hand. as he went up to you, he immediately noticed your tired demeanor. he stretched out his arm to you and gave you the drink. you took it and almost drank it empty to how thirsty you were.

hinata looked at you as he drank his, gulping with worry and guilt as he swallowed down the liquid.

"s-shoyo.. are we done yet?" you asked, hoping that he would say yes. surprisingly, but expectedly, he says the opposite of what you hoped for.

"nope!" he replies as he gulps the last drop of his drink before facing you. "we have one moree thing to go on, but i swear it won't be like the other ones! so pleaseee let's go onn it??" he pleads to you, making you a bit shocked cause you never mentioned that you were tired or whatsoever.

but of course, who wouldn't say no when the hinata puts up his pleading eyes that will always manage to convince you? you let out a heavy sigh as you threw your empty can to a nearby trash bin.

"fine i guess, but i'd better now be like the other ones." you stated, to which he happily nodded and pulled your wrist, but now in a more gentle manner in contrast than .

a few minutes of walking later, you and him stopped at a ferris wheel. hinata turns to you with an excited look on his face, and you face him with a delighted expression.

you both then line up for the ride, which surprisingly to for only a short while to get through. hinata helps you get in the cart, and he lets out a giggle as he enters it.

the ride then starts to move at a slow pace. your cart started at the bottom, and you both rambled about random topics as your cart starts to reach its peak.

"yea and it was so crazy! also, when it was break time, i saw kageyama buying usual milk, and as he was drinking it, he suddenly coughed, and milk was spitted out everywhere!" he says, his arms animatedly describing every verb mentioned in his sentence.

you cackled at hinata's random storytelling, and he laughs too. his laughter then slowly falters into a smile.

"i know that today was a doozy, so uh, sorry for dragging you around." he scratches the back of his neck as he nervously laughs. you shook your head in reply, indicating it was fine.

"no-no it's okay! you know damn well i'm used to it by now." you say, having a gentle smile on your lips.

and just as hinata was about to speak, a sudden loud pop was heard from outside your cart. sprinkles of colorful light displayed on the dark colored sky, and more sparkles and bursts of light followed. hinata gasps, and you do too. it's almost seems like everything was intentional, that your cart was just at the peak height of the ferris wheel and the fireworks were lit at the right moment.

anyways, you both were shocked at the unexpected events, and you both turned to each others faces after pushing it through the carts' window.

"woah, the fireworks look really pretty!" you exclaimed, gawking at the sight of explosive colorful lights that were being lit up one by one in the air.

hinata nodded at your comment before a smug expression crept up to his face, he slowly turns his head to you and coughs up to get your attention, and as soon as he gets your attention he smugly looks at you and opens his mouth.

"sure these fireworks may seem pretty but, they aren't as beautiful as you~" hinata says in an odd almost poetic tone, he then awaits for your reaction, expecting there would be one but, he only met is your silence and the muffled popping sounds of fireworks.

you looked at him dumbfounded for a few minutes, trying to process what he said. and when you eventually managed to process it, you laughed at him! it sounded very much cringe and cliché at the same time.

you surely felt bad when you just suddenly laughed at him, but you couldn't help it at all! hinata then immediately retorts about you laughing at him, but you just continue to laugh, making him feel embarrassed.

the fireworks fizzled and popped into the background, as you and him shared a wonderful time talking and laughing on and on inside the cart.

sure the date didn't go so well, in your part at least, but at the end of the day, you without doubt had a great time with your very-oh-so-hyper-of-a-boyfriend.

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[biscuitsngravie]

gangsta fairtytale part 3

part 1 -- part 2

tags in part 1

Stuff stuff happens, blah blah blah, yall get bold, yeah? So now he’s glaring daggers at the people sitting across from him, red in the face as they try to ignore the very obvious sucking sounds underneath the table

And when he demands that they focus, it’s kind of unfair when they’re supposed to describe the plan while keeping their eyes up, and not on the way your ass jiggles while you ride his fat cock

To focus on what he’s saying, and not the way you’re moaning about how big he is and how much you want his cum, begging him to let you have his babies. 

Nope. focus on him, not his hands that start slamming you on his dick with you letting out choked sounds once your knees’ engine lights come on 

It’s almost cruel.

The way he says in a very audible whisper “come on Daddy’s cock, buttercup” causing you to cry his name when he bottoms out for the last time, pumping you full until it starts leaking down you two’s thighs — only for him to glance around the table and go “what the fuck are you looking at?”

Time skip, yall have a great relationship or whatever, blah blah. He asks if you wanna be his partner in crime for as long as both of you walk the earth and sail the seas and you say yeah cause it’s shanks 

Okay but when yall are fucking on the wedding night that shi go crazyyyyyy

Cause like

After he makes you come on his tongue for the third time, you stop wanting to hear “one more” and beg him for it. Your throat is already becoming hoarse as you push him away from your sensitive clit like if you he doesn’t fuck you with his dick right now you will literally perish

Can you tell im getting tired?

When he starts slowly pushing past your tight ring, you reach your hand out to his chest (you can’t reach his chest cause he’s tall lol) and ask him to fuck you. He’s confused cause is that not… what he’s about to do?

“No it’s just… you don’t have to be so gentle with me, you know?”

He has a small chuckle and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay buttercup.”

“No i’m serious! Wasn’t it anything for me…Daddy?” 

Your “innocent” face is the most sinister thing he’s come across. He laughs incredulously until your silence proves that you’re really serious. “Oh yeah?” you nod. So he leans in real close and growls in your ear “what’s the safe word?”

You swear you can feel and hear his heart beating with a newfound adrenaline rush, or maybe it’s the warmth of his dick against your skin. You swallow thickly and barely push out “b-bananas.”

“‘B-bananas’ is not the safe word. Try again.”

“Bananas,” you say as your legs are becoming jello.

“Good. cause im not stopping unless i hear that.”

He start tearin yo shit up. Im talking possibly pressing a permanent indent in the bed. Im talking your throat feeling thick  because you can feel his dick pushing up from your pussy. Eyes? Rolled back. Pussy? Drooling. Hotel? 

He pulls out and lets you whine for him not to stop like the pocket pussy you are for a minute before flipping you over on all fours and slamming it right back into you. 

That greedy lil pussy takes him like it’s supposed to, but the unexpected stretch has you crying out. “Safe word?”

“B…bana…” you start sobbing as he rolls his hips a bit, hiccuping as you try to gather your thoughts, feeling yourself become dizzy. “Bananas.”

“Attagirl.” he’s fucking you to the point where you’re sure you’re tearing holes into the blanket below you. You head feels light, and it doesnt help when he lifts your hips up and angles himself on top to make sure he’s slamming into that g-spot every… damn… time…

“Fuck pretty girl… gonna make me…” your body is almost limp, dangling in the air pathetically while he treats you like you were $21.89 

He takes you and puts your back to his chest and bounces your now limp form up and down his dick. You swear he’s tearing a hole in you, the head of his dick teasing your cervix every time he slams you back down. He sits you down for a moment so he can put your hand over the bulge on your lower abdomen

That dick put you to sleep and he’s buying a new bed frame in the morning but watching the loads of you two’s combined cum oozing out of your swollen cunt is satisfaction enough

[bullet-prooflove]

Stockton!Series Part Six: Times Are Changing - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Bishop Losa & Marcus Alvarez)

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Stockton!Series:

Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.

Part Four: Sierra - Marcus takes care of the men who tried to kill you.

Part Five: Maternal - Nestor and you take refuge at a familiar location.

It’s past midnight and Marcus sits alone in Templo. He’s taken the seat at the head of the table, his fingertips flicking through ‘The Good Book’, the one that Marcus had created when he founded the club all those years ago. Their history, their rules, their legacy, it’s all contained within these pages.

It’s been horrible couple of days, for him, for the MC, for his family, because that’s what you are to him, family. His daughter, born of fire and blood, the one that Ramos had tried to murder in her sleep, all over a grudge from something that happened when you were a child. Something you have no knowledge of, that’s he’s determined you’ll never have any knowledge of.

This book it plays a part in that.

As he reads it, he recognises the ramblings of the angry, violent man he used to be. The monster he calls it now, when he talks to Izzy.

He raises his head as Bishop enters through the stained-glass door. In each of his hands he holds a mug of coffee, the real stuff. Marcus would know that aromatic scent anywhere, it’s the same brand he keeps in his house. He sets one of the mugs in front of Marcus before he takes up residence in the V.P’s seat.

“Hell of a day.” Bishop says rubbing his hands over his weary features.

“Yea.” Marcus says as he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip. “I’m just hoping they got the message otherwise things are about to get real fucked up.”

“Stockton was already fucked up. Things will change now Ramos is gone.” Bishop assures the other man. “Smokey’s tough, he’ll rein them in and the ones that don’t fall into line…I won’t shed any tears for them.”

Marcus shakes his head.

“I won’t either.”

There’s silence between the two of them for a moment, each man lost in his own thoughts. It shouldn’t have come down to this, they should have dealt with this problem long before Ramos had ever laid eyes on you.

“I haven’t seen that for a while.” Bishop utters, gesturing towards the book.

Marcus sighs heavily.

“Probably for good reason.” Marcus says before he turns the book towards Bishop.

The other man studies the words before shaking his head.

“It was a different time back then.” Bishop says, removing the cigarettes from inside of his kutte. He taps the box upon the table before removing one and placing it between his lips.

“We talk about women as if their property, something to be owned, to be traded when we get tired of them.” Marcus jabs his finger at the paper. “This book tells us their only good for sex or serving, it doesn’t talk about love or respect. Is it any wonder that charters like Stockton act the way they do when these are the values, we’ve instilled in them?”

Bishop lights up his cigarette, he takes a drag.

“The world is changing El Padrino. We have to adapt.” Bishop says as he taps the ash off the end of cigarette. “We care about our women here; we cherish them but other charters… It needs to be a message that goes out across the club. What happened the other day can’t be allowed to happen again, not to anyone. There needs to be repercussions for that type of shit.”

Marcus nods his agreement, his hands wrapping the mug.

“I’m proud of that you’ve done here primo, legitimising the MC, supporting the community.” He tells Bishop earnestly. “This charter’s become more than I could have dreamed of.”

“And all it took was for me to pull my head out of my ass.” Bishop remarks before he takes another drag on the cigarette as he watches Marcus withdraw an A6 notebook from the interior pocket of his kutte. He pushes it towards the other man with his fingertips.

“This is what I’ve put together, a revised edition of the by-laws.” Marcus tells Bishop before he drains the rest of his coffee.

Bishop reviews the changes before tapping his fingertip upon the paper and raising his eyes to meet Marcus’s.

“We need to talk about Taza.”

Marcus clasps his hands together, his lips pursing into a grim line.

“We have to lead by example El Padrino,” Bishop tells him, his voice gruff as he stubs out his cigarette. “He has suffered for so long under the weight of this secret, putting the club before himself over and over again. I can’t help but wonder how many other Tazas are out there, how many other brothers are struggling with something just like this and what happens to the ones that aren’t as strong as him.”

Marcus knows what he’s talking about, the suicides that leave no notes, the members that are quietly taken care of for an infraction that can’t be discussed.

“We have to do better.” Bishop tells him, picking up the cigarette box and tapping it upon the surface of the table.  “Every single one of us deserves to love who we love and not be punished for it.”

“You’re right.” Marcus says finally, picking up his pen and adding the amendment. “I’ll get this drawn up and sent out to the other charters.”

Marcus raises to his feet, tucking the notebook back into his kutte. His hand comes to rest upon Bishop’s shoulder, clasping it tightly.

“You’ve been leading the way for a while now, primo. It’s time for the other charters to get in line and follow.”

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[amhrosina]

Peace (Matt Murdock x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This is probably my favorite request I’ve ever received! There’s just something about Matt Murdock & Taylor Swift that go together. I cried like three times writing this I JUST WANT MATT TO FEEL SAFE AND LOVED! Thank you, @messymissy for requesting! <3

Requests are open!

Request: heii!! May i request a story with Matt Murdock based on Taylor Swift's song called 'Peace'. Thank youu love 💕 

Summary: A glimpse into your relationship with Matt, who believes you are too good for his love. It takes place over the course of one night, after Matt comes home with an excessive number of injuries and a newfound hatred of himself. Matt’s POV all played out over Taylor Swift's song 'Peace'.

(Warnings: HEAVY angst, Matty lets his guilt overwhelm him, sOFT!Matt Murdock, one line about smut maybe???, matt calliing reader 'petal' again because i didn't get enough of it the first time, im so sorry about this) 

Our coming-of-age has come and gone  Suddenly the summer, it's clear  I never had the courage of my convictions  As long as danger is near  And it's just around the corner, darling  'Cause it lives in me  No, I could never give you peace 

Matt Murdock was irrevocably in love with you – this was a fact, and yet, he still had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that you could feel the same way about him. It was a terrifying idea, that someone so whole and angelic could commit themselves to him – dangerous, reckless, broken.  

It was a fight he antagonized from you often, too often, these days. He thought if you could see his flaws, stare them in the face and gawk at his broken, aching soul, you’d realize your mistake in loving him. You never did, though.  

His knees rested on the soft carpet. Tears stained his cheeks as he listened to your stuttering breaths. Your fingers were like ice on his skin as you pulled the mask off his head and gently set it down next to him. The mask was in one piece, but he couldn’t say the same about the rest of his outfit. The tangy scent of blood overpowered his senses, and he was having trouble focusing on where you were in the apartment. 

A cold hand on his cheek had him gasping for oxygen, but he leaned into it, chasing the reprieve the chill brought him. He was on fire, skin burning with the beginning of infection. A dull ache had replaced anything he could physically feel a long time ago, and the only thing he could think of to describe the pain was a weariness of his bones. Aching, bruised, bloody, broken. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was send you away from his angry, bleeding soul. 

But you knew who Matt was when you let yourself fall in love with him. You knew what loving someone like Matt meant. He focused on the pressure of your fingers poking and prodding around his body as his senses began to return to him. The ‘world on fire’ allegory that he used to describe his sight felt insubstantial when it came to you. It didn’t fit the warmth he felt when you were near, or the calm hum that would overcome his body when you ran your soft hands over his skin.  

A world on fire? No, more like a warm cabin, heated by a crackling fire, soft hues of oranges and yellows painting the walls. The smell of cinnamon wafting from the kitchen, the dizzying hum of a record player in another room. 

Your hands, now warmed by Matt’s scorching skin, ran light circles over his chest, pulling his brain back to reality and out of the hazy fog he had fallen into as you worked on his injuries.  

He gripped your wrist, pulling your fingers to his lips. His soft kisses were apologies in their own right. I’m sorry I keep coming home bloody. I’m sorry you have to be the one to make me whole every night. I’m sorry if I’m not enough for you. I’m sorry that you have to love a monster like me, but please don’t leave me. 

Your fingers swiped under his closed eyes, wiping the tears that had gathered there. The achingly gentle kisses you placed on his eyelids broke his heart. I love you. I’ll never leave you. You are my safe place, Matty. 

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm  If your cascade ocean wave blues come  All these people think love's for show  But I would die for you in secret  The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me  Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? 

Your hands grip Matt’s waist as he steps into the warm stream of water. A sigh passes through his lips, and he leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder. The bottom of the tub, a usual stark white, was tinted a rusty brown color as the night’s misfortunes washed off Matt’s skin. Matt can’t see this, of course, but he can smell it, and sense the tension you hold in your shoulders.  

The pattern you were drawing into his back left a harsh skittering of goose bumps in its wake. He tried not to groan at your soft touch, tried not to think about how you were too good for him, for this. The constant chaos that is Matt Murdock’s life would’ve scared anyone away, but you were still here, running your hands over his scars, new and old, and peppering gentle kisses into his shoulder.  

Matt pulled you into his arms. His hands, which had been resting on your lower back, began a slow ascent along your back until he was fully wrapped in your scent. When he cradled you like this, he felt grounded, unbroken, whole. His embrace tightened, and you held him with just as much force as warm tears made their way down his face and onto your skin.  

Things had been getting worse lately, and Matt was sure that he’d come home one day to find a half-empty apartment, your stuff packed up and gone, along with his heart. The guilt was eating him alive, and he wasn’t sure how he could ever face the world without you by his side. However, in moments like these, when you were so gentle and loving, he could only focus on the fact that you were here, safe in his arms. 

He kissed the space above your collarbone. I’ll always protect you. 

Another one, this time just below your jaw. I will never know another love like the kind you show me every night. 

Another, on the corner of your lips. I love you, more than you could ever know. 

A final one, on your lips. When you're around, I feel like I’m home. 

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences  Sit with you in the trenches  Give you my wild, give you a child  Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other  Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother  Is it enough? 

 Later, after Matt had spent over an hour ravishing you against the shower wall, and then again in the bed you shared with each other, you were lying on your side, running your fingers through Matt’s hair. He hummed when your fingers lightly scratched the top of his head. 

The silence that usually overwhelmed the apartment on nights like these was both comforting and terrifying for Matt. Comforting, because it was the kind of silence that didn’t drive him absolutely crazy. When most people were silent around Matt, he had to find other noises to focus on, or else he’d be overwhelmed by the noises of the outside world, but when you were silent, he liked to listen to the steady drum of your heartbeat, a lifeline that he’s grown all too comfortable clinging to.  

“Matty?” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. It’s the first word you’ve spoken out loud since he stumbled through the front door hours earlier. 

“Petal?” His voice quivered as he spoke. Nothing in your tone indicated that you were planning on leaving him, but he couldn’t help the stutter in his heartbeat when you finally spoke to him on nights like these. 

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west  I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best  But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? 

“You know I love you, right?” 

Matt nods and swallows thickly. 

“Am I telling the truth?” you asked, pressing Matt’s ear to your chest. Matt could hear your heartbeat from a mile away, sometimes more if he focused, but the intimacy of listening to your heartbeat at such close range was something he would always cherish. The steady beat of your heart told him what he was always searching for – reassurance that you loved him, that you would always love him, and that you would never leave him, even though he knew he deserved it. 

Matt’s face fell, tears welling up for the third time that evening. Your arms circled around him, kissing the tears as they fell from his eyes.  

“Matty, baby,” you whisper, planting a gentle kiss on his nose, “what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours? Why is tonight so bad?”  

A sob fell from Matt’s mouth, and he squeezed his eyes shut, clinging to your arms as you tried comfort him.  

“I’ll never be able to give you what you deserve. I love you so much, and I know I should let you go so you can find someone who can give you everything, but I can’t. I can’t- You’re just so- I can’t breathe when you’re near me, and I can’t imagine my life without you.” 

Matt was close to hyperventilating, gasping in air at an alarming pace. He could tell you were shaking your head, even though he couldn’t physically see it. 

“You’re an idiot, Matthew Murdock, if you think I could love anyone else the way I love you. You’re the love of my life, Matt. Why would you think I want anyone else?” 

“What if I’m Daredevil for the rest of my life? What if it kills me? Where does that leave you?”  

“I knew the risks when we met, Matt. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much you try to convince me to leave. I love you, Matty. That means I love every piece of you, good or bad. It means I’m committed to you, like you are to me.” 

You took a breath and brought your finger up to his lips before he could argue with you. 

“Now, stop beating yourself up about this. I’m not going anywhere, and you can’t make me, you stubborn devil.”  

“What if it never gets better?” Matt is whispering, and he can’t tell if he’s asking himself or you, but you respond anyways. 

“Then we’ll weather the storm together, Matty. I’m yours. Forever. Always. That’s enough for me. I promise.” 

Matt couldn’t help himself when he focused on your heartbeat. It was strong, but steady. You were telling the truth – and his heart ached with love as he enveloped you in his arms.  

Matt knew tonight wouldn’t be the end of this self-hatred guilt trip, but for now, holding you in his arms, cradling you as you fall asleep, kissing your hair every few minutes. For now, that was enough for him, too. 

End Note: I did my civic duty and voted today in the mid-term election! I hope the people who can are planning on voting too!

Tag List:

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(@mymamalife i tagged you in this bc you mentioned the other day that you wanted to read more of my matt stuff but i can remove you from the list if you don't want to be on it!)

[makoredeyes]

Keep it coming you say? 👀 I saw that tag! I'm ~quite~ bored, so here's a couple questions/whatever they're considered, lol.

Yes, flattery will get me very far here, indeed! To where? I do not know, but whatever, compliments! You deserve them. I'm rather sure my friends are tired of hearing me go on and on about destiny characters, ':)

How's your writing wip's going so far? I'm waiting very (im)patiently for any updates, I've totally not re-read everything forty-two times.. hope their all going well!

A little self indulgence here, but I like to think Andal Brask was the Hunter Vanguard when Osiris and Saint-14 were in, because.. come on, I'm rather sure the time frame adds up. I like to believe before, because their dynamic just seems really fun to me. Lots of great opportunities. (I partly blame that one fanart sylenth-l made of Andal and Osiris for this, it was really funny). What do you think their dynamic would be like?

What do you think it'd be like if the Iron Lords mysteriously came back alive? 👀 I'm talking, SIVA couldn't actually kill them because their ghosts hid in the light in their bodies, and SIVA only goes after non-organic materials right? Maybe it couldn't work it's way into the light, and as long as their ghost + light are intact, = alive. But *only* after the Warmind managed to get control over SIVA and free their physical bodies from harm? It's a thought I had, influenced by a few fics but I quite like the idea. Just imagine, a ghostless, lightless Osiris receiving word that maybe, they weren't as dead as he thought they were. Or Fel and Timur coming back only to realize what happened to Osiris?? Poor Sagira?? Learning lady Efrideet's alive? 👀 (Is that her name?)

Or perhaps, In this one fic, it's Timur and his special, take over your will little stunt he has, was keeping SIVA at bay, I think that's pretty neat too! So many possibilities! (If you were the one that wrote these, I hope you see this as a compliment cause I am not about to go dig through Ao3 to find them xD)

Either way, it'd be like a modern!au of the iron lords, for them at least, hah (I can just imagine Gheleon having a mental breakdown that their memorial involved fighting one another)

I can't really think of anything, but rest assured I will *probably* be back once I'm dome tormenting my poor boy Tevis

Ahaha yeesss YESSSS I feed me I'm such an attention whore lmao RIP XD. (fr tho bless you ;_; )

I am writing! There are longer gaps between posts rn because I have lots going on in my life, but also, because I am working on many fics at once. I counted the other day I have 26 WIPs but six I am actively working on in concert - three for Housefire that are all directly intermingled plot and timing-wise to the point where I'm not even entirely sure what order I'll be posting them in yet, another chapter for Things Found (I am trying to stay 2 chapters ahead with that to make sure I have a cohesive story for it), and two XXX stand-alone one-shots! I should fish out another teaser for everyone soon. I think it'll be one of the one-shots that makes it out next tbh they're the furthest along. But the naughty stuff is also the slowest to get written bc I yanno...can't write that stuff at work, etc. haha. But I've felt a new wind of motivation lately for writing and am picking away at these projects pretty regularly. <3

I'm going to admit I am not very well-read on the hunter squad in general, BUT iirc I believe Andal was Vanguard during the City Age. He was definitely around as I recall his presence in the comics. The problem with that time is that Osiris was largely absent. This was when the Cult of Osiris was gaining traction, and Osiris' obsession with the Darkness and the Vex was really heating up. He was neglecting his duties to the Vanguard (with Ikora often standing in as proxy for him) and he wasn't really paying attention to anyone else. Like. At all. There was a lot of unhappy tension even with Saint at that time. Andal, by all accounts, was a damn good fella though, and while I think just about everyone nettled Osiris, Andal also stuck up for him where he could. Even if Osiris couldn't appreciate that in the moment I'm sure he would come to later. I look at Osiris and see him as he is now, with some hard lessons learned and some hard losses under his belt, realizing a little too late some of the damn good souls he had in his court, Andal included. All of that said, 100% in a lighter, easier setting, a free-spirit like Andal (and/or Cayde...heaven forbid them both together!) would drive a stuffed shirt like Osiris up an absolute freaking wall with pure comical results, hands down.

(a side note, a brain storm, an insane thought that just poisoned my brain - a sweeter moment hidden from time: Andal's guitar and this gift of song Saint has hinted Osiris has....??????! I'm not melting it's just hot in here, right???)

As for Ironsbane and SIVA... I have INDEED put an awful lot of thought into this. Quite a lot. So much. I have my own ideas on ways to circumvent the disaster, O Reader Mine, but you're going to have to wait a while longer for me to write it. :3 (Housefire is, after all, ultimately, a fixit )

*but no SIVA attacks whatever it is programmed to, organic or not: and Rasputin set it on hundreds of Iron Lords and wiped them all out with the sole exception Efrideet and Saladin with the directives “REPLICATE, ELIMINATE, IMMUNIZE” it was not what SIVA was made to do but he deliberately repurposed it into a weapon. (I could go on for years about Rasputin and his darker epochs, but especially his misappropriation of SIVA lol)

** Your mention of Timur and his spooky skills DID remind me of another fic I need to get back to as well OTL TT_TT I still have requests I took in January I have yet to complete. At this rate it's going to take me all year to get them all done and by then I'll be taking more aahaha whuups.

[willowser]

the tag “he’s not having sex!!” is killing me im trying so hard to keep it together in this coffee shop rn trying not to cackle

also yeah dabi probably considered the time that you helped him take a fully clothed shower (because he wasnt comfortable at the moment even if he was by himself to be naked) to be third base. maybe even a home run idk

LMAOOO okay okay, not to get on a serious note, but your shower bit 🥺 i genuinely think dabi would be so, so fun for friends to lovers. because a totally platonic relationship with him must be hilarious; this man is a smart ass, okay? he will always have you cracking up. and i think if he views you as just some acquaintance of his, he's more prone to like. just chatting with you or shooting the shit or drinking or walking around at all hours of the night when neither of you can sleep. it's not until things start to get a little...softer, i think, that he pulls back—but that's what makes it so good !

because it could come out of nowhere, for either of you. one minute you're sharing a bottle in a brown paper bag under the bright city lights, talking shit about pro heroes, and the next—

"fuck, i'm freezing." you laugh as you say it, but your teeth won't stop chattering and your legs are starting to feel like they're made of lead. you have to come to a stop, leaning against some abandoned shop in this lesser part of town.

"should'a dressed right," dabi murmurs, having the audacity to tell you such a thing even though he's in pants with holes in the knees, without a jacket. already he sounds like he's sobering up, but you suppose he can't help it; his metabolism probably eats through everything.

"can't all be so h-hot-blooded."

tired, his mouth stretches in a lazy smirk, and he rolls his eyes like you're being dramatic—despite the fact that it's snowing. "ain't that bad."

you beg to differ. "feel my hands!"

he watches you carefully as you offer them, like he's putting too much thought into it, suddenly. it's not often that you two really touch, not if he can help it, because there's never been a need. not before now.

the facade of his nonchalance is readjusted, though there's a tension lining his mouth that you've never seen on him, not with you. he tucks the bag underneath his armpit so that he can use both his hands, and then he folds your fingers down into fists and covers them with his own.

entirely, the long and rough expanse of his palms dwarfing you. it's hot, immediately, and the sensation has you shuddering in relief, letting out a grateful little sound as your body sways closer to his on instinct. neither of you say anything, and you're too tipsy too notice the grit of his jaw or the bob of his adam's apple.

been a long time since he touched someone, just 'cause. with the intention of helping instead of harming.

you don't care, only let out another teeth chattering whine before pressing your cheek into the back of his hand. yours is icy, but his own heat at the sight of you nuzzling into him like a fucking kitten.

it's weird, but only lasts for a moment before you're pulling away and turning to wobble down the sidewalk, back in the direction of the hideout. you almost slip once and the screech you let out is enough to make you both laugh, for now—but neither of you will be able to sleep tonight without thinking about it, his skin against yours.

[frutavel]

i saw you tagged an oc named samaela on my post. who are they im curious. please share with the class 👀

(aka “i made that post about a character archetype i love and getting to hear about new characters that fit that archetype is literally the best case scenario for me”)

Oh hi for the love of god hello!!!

This is Samaela. My babygirl. I desperately wish I had more recent art of her to share, but alas I don't. A quick scroll through my blog also shows that Most of the posts I've made talking about her are also a few years old and outdated at this point but rest assured I think about her Constantly.

Samaela is a World of Warcraft OC, and also one of my oldest OCs in general regardless of fandom/universe. Long story short, she's a Forsaken hunter with little to no memory of her past life but Vivid memory of her death (by werewolf) and a history of making bad decisions in the name of Living Deliciously.

She was resurrected post Death By Werewolf, and the process caused her to Become Werewolf. Sorta. She's a weird little fiend and an abomination even by undead standards, which leads to her necromancer running All Sorts of Tests and Experiements. Now those aren't as bad or nefarious as they sound, really, but Samaela gets tired of being a science project pretty quick, so she moves as far away from her necromancer as she can, makes a few friends and enters a 2-ish year long situationship with her Boybestfriend, during which she indulges in many bad habits such as hunting living humans for sport and eating them, which garners her a reputation for being vicious and needlessly cruel. She regrets some of it sometimes, mostly she doesn't care, and gets off mostly scotch free because she's very good at weaving stories that paint her in a good light, and her folks don't like humans anyway. Which just emboldens her.

(Here seen with her Boybestfriend, Tari, my other babygirl, after a bad hunt)

Eventually her Boybestfriend has to leave, and she is Very Sad about it but they part amicably. Unfortunately having her voice of reason and only person whom she trusted in this whole wide world move away makes her Worse. She continues to be Very Good At Lying, but still ends up in trouble with the authorities a handful of times, some friends turn their back on her as a result and she makes self preservation her number one priority. This leads to a sleuth of Decisions which eventually end up putting the life of someone at risk, someone Very Important to her Boybestfriend, and once he finds out their relationship cracks even more. She jumps to anger and resentment straight on and continues to push people away and make more Choices, until her own life is put at risk and she's forced to rethink.

Currently she's at this rethinking stage. She doesn't regret most of the things she did, but she regrets the things that affected her personally. Empathy is a hard concept for her to grasp, but she's willing to make an effort for her own sake. At her core she still wants to survive above all else, and if that means letting people help her..... well, she doesn't like it but she'll think about it.

Samaela is Difficult, and she will never not be. She needs a strong support system to help her, but unfortunately the mere thought of letting her walls down and being vulnerable makes her sick. She is hard to get along with and harder to like.... but a handful of people have gone through the effort it takes to love her all the same. That's enough for now to keep her from spiraling more, but her fate is very uncertain. She has many amends to make and she's not exactly willing to make all of them, but her self preservation instinct is so strong it might as well push her in that direction even if just to keep herself alive.

Despite her many Ls she has many Ws. Women want her. Men fear her. She fucks hard and nasty. She makes dioramas in her spare time. She is surprisingly good at keeping people safe. She likes the color green so much she always has at least One green acessory on her at all times. She's not very good at swimming but still loves the beach. She has a gender that can be best described as Indescribable. Woman, but watch out. She can also pretty effectively communicate with her hunting dogs due to her mutations, and her insides are so rancid due to the Experiments that getting bitten by her in an immediate death sentence, and she is quite fond of biting. Because of this some have taken to calling her Plaguehound <3

As for her previous life.... well that's a whole other mess. All I'll say is that she has two living siblings, one who hasn't given up looking for her, but neither one would recognize her now, and it's unlikely she'd recognize them either. She barely remembers enough about her human life to know her name, much less about her family.

In fact, she has met her older sister in the past. It didn't end well for the sister in question. Dog fights are gnarly 💖

[quietwingsinthesky]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @heavenssexiestangel for this, and i've got a snippet of a raphael & michael apartmentverse fic that i've had on ice a while. no title yet but the document is just called 'thunderbolt'

(not sure who to tag for this tbh cause im. very tired rn lmao. but feel free to share what you're working on if you see this!)

and here's the little snippet <3

Finally, he turns to the window and to where Raphael has seated themselves. They’ve carried one of the chairs from the kitchen over, and they’re seated with their legs crossed, staring out the window. Raphael rests their head on their arm, and their arm on the indent of the windowsill. Their forehead is pressed against the cool glass, tired eyes lighting up with each thunderous strike. He could imagine it as their grace, but Michael can also see their slow exhales fogging the glass, an undeniable reminder that they are human still, no matter how the sky calls out for Raphael to take to it again.

Michael doesn’t want to wake Lucifer up by dragging another seat across the room. Instead, he sits at Raphael’s feet, leaning back until the top of his head bumps the window. He can feel the minute vibration of the walls in time with the thunder. It takes Raphael a minute to acknowledge him. First, they let one leg drop from where they’re crossed in the chair. Their foot falls over Michael’s knee, bright pink sock not matching the black one he can see on their other foot.

And after another minute, Raphael finally speaks without preamble, “We left them alone.” He follows their thoughts as though they were his own. The connection of their grace has been severed by their mortality, but Michael and Raphael have been two quarters trying to make up the whole of four parts for a very long time.

That made him too sure of himself in the first few weeks of their humanity. He knows how Raphael thinks, he often knows what they will do before they do it, but he very rarely understands what Raphael feels. What any of them feel. It’s hard enough trying to wrangle the constant, conflicting emotions he has.

But Raphael has turned their eyes to the heavens. Michael keeps his head down when he asks, “Are you worried about them?”

Worry is too small a word. Michael can’t make the breadth of the responsibility that he, that they were left with fit into any other, and so, he doesn’t try.

Raphael’s foot twitches, toes curling against his leg. He sees lightning flash from the window, cutting their silhouette against the ground in front of him. Slight variations in the body they inhabit, enough that it looks less and less like the woman it once belonged to and more like...

Not like Raphael. Nothing on Earth could look like Raphael.

But, like the apartment with the various flowers Lucifer brings to set at the table and the scuffed corner where their shoes all pile up and the spot beside the sink where two of their last pristine cups and one glued together mug are drying, it is lived in. It is home.

Neither of them know the full price of that.

“They weren’t made for freedom. They are soldiers. They follow. And we abandoned them.” Raphael says abandoned like it cuts their mouth. It’s an old wound that leaves the word dripping blood. Michael draws his knee up, the one that Raphael’s foot isn’t balanced on, and searches for reassurance and faith to share with them.

It unsettles him how long he takes to find it.

[avalior]

CHARACTER PLAYLIST : MARKUS ZIEGLER

I. MEET ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD. | We carry on through the storm / tired soldiers in this war / remember what we're fighting for. / Meet me on the battlefield / even on the darkest night / I will be your sword and shield [...] echoes and the shots ring out / We may be first to fall / Everything can stay the same or we can change it all.

II. HEROES. | I see the fear rising / Yeah, but my hope is burning / The shadows are calling us out / We are heroes, heroes in the darkest times / when there is no light! / We are heroes, heroes in the darkest times / who will rise above!

III. CHANGE THE WORLD. | I want to change the world / Piercing through the gales, unafraid of anything, / Now I hold my courage and pieces of my smile / Change my mind / If we reach out to the soaring future / without losing our passion, we'll be able to shine [...] / I want to change the world / I won't hesitate again. If I can shape a future with you, / then I can fly anywhere. / Change my mind / I can spread my wings and fly towards the unknown future / without losing my passion.

IV. HEY BROTHER. | Hey, brother! / There's an endless road to rediscover. / Hey, sister! / Know that water's sweet but blood runs thicker. / Oh, if the sky comes falling down / for you / there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.

V. GILDED LILY. | Haven't I given enough, given enough? / Haven't I given enough, given enough? / Haven't I given enough, given enough? / Haven't I given enough, given enough?

VI. VOGEL IM KÄFIG. | Alles Lebendige stirbt eines Tages / Ob wir zum Sterben bereit sind oder nicht / Der Tag kommt sicher / Ist das der Engel, der vom dämmernden Himmel hinunter flog? / Ist das der Teufel, der aus der Felsenspalte heraus kroch? / Tränen, Ärger, Mitleid, Grausamkeit / Frieden, Chaos, Glaube, Verrat / Wir werden gegen unser Schicksal ankämpfen / Wir dürfen uns nicht in unser Schicksal ergeben. / Mit Trauer und Entscheidung im Herzen / Zeigen wir den Willen weiterzugehen / Niemand darf eigensinnig seines Lebens beraubt werden.

Every living being dies someday / Whether we are ready to die or not / That day will surely come. / Is that an angel, flying down from the twilight sky? / Is that the devil, crawling out of the crevice? / Tears, anger, pity, cruelty / Peace, chaos, faith, betrayal / We will fight against our fate / We must not give in to our fate. / With sorrow and confidence in our hearts / We show the will to move on / No one shall be willfully deprived of their life.

VII. SEND ME AN ANGEL. | Wise man said, 'Just find your place / In the eye of the storm / Seek the roses along the way / Just beware of the thorns.' / Here I am! (Here I am!) / Will you send me an angel? / Here I am! (Here I am!) / In the land of the morning star. / [...] Hear this voice from deep inside / It's the call of your heart / Close your eyes and you will find / The way out of the dark. / Here I am! (Here I am!) / Will you send me an angel?

VIII. ENDLESS WAR. | You feel broken up / And the weight that you feel pulls you down / You can't let go! / You keep crawling on / Don't wanna let it go / So you keep holding on / To feel whole / 'Cause you're fighting an endless war / Hunting a miracle / And when you reach out for the stars / They just cut you down.

[guiltysungho]

— boynextdoor when they know it’s your last date

genre : tags. angst, breakup, super vague reasoning, communication issues.

wordcount. 200 - 300

a/n. i liked the initial idea of a last date buuut i feel like i might have been repetitive so im unsure about this but let me know what y’all think pls.

sungho is trying hard to not think ahead of himself, you didn't constantly have to be talking just cause you were together, your constant short responses and hums didn't mean anything. you were fine, young and in love.

he knew you though, so he couldn't ignore the distancing, the avoiding, he could give you your space if that was really what you needed but it obviously wasn't.

when you asked to see him, he was hoping maybe something had changed, but right now he could see it in your eyes that you had lost interest. he wanted to do his best on this date, remind you how he loved you, show you he could do more if you needed that.

he really did love you, he couldn't keep his eyes off you even in these last moments, thinking of all the ways he could have let you see all the adoration he felt for you so the thought of leaving never grazed your mind but it seemed he was too late for that.

as you spoke softly, looking anywhere but at him, trying to soften the blow with kind words, "you were really good to me", "i really enjoyed what we had", only then did he realize that you were done and the only responses he could give you were silent nods, swallowing down all the pain that was building up in his chest.

"was it something i did?" his voice strained as he asked you, staring into your eyes with confusion, for a second you glanced at him, those weren't words you wanted to hear because he had actually done everything right.

you try your best to make sure he knew that he wasn't the reason you felt a need to end the relationship, his sad eyes fixated on you as you spoke trying your best to not cry because that wouldn't be fair. everything you say sounds a mess in his ears, he's trying to understand but he doesn't truly want to because none of it made sense to him.

riwoo can tell you’re racking your brain for a way to bring it up, he can see your anxious eyes dancing around the table separating you as you thought of words to say to lighten the mood that was already off.

this wasn’t a day that riwoo expected to come, just last week you went on a walk together with the dogs, everything was fine but as he watches you he knows you’re going to say something that he didn’t want to hear.

the more you tried to start a conversation the more unbearable the situation became, he had no interest in beating around the bush if that was what the talking was for. he wanted you to say it how you felt it, give it to him straight.

he was a grown man he could understand, or he could try. so he just waited, your behavior was so unusual you were never scared or worried to say anything in front of him so it was clear this was going to break his heart.

you start off with an apology, then go on about your desire to live freely, meet new people, to feel fulfilled it sounded like blank statements to mask the fact that you just fell out of love.

“good luck with that” he was trying to be understanding but the sarcasm was apparent in his tone, setting a few bucks on the table before walking out.

it felt so sudden, he couldn’t map it out in his brain, since when had you been feeling this way. why wasn’t he enough for you, he made sure show you love every chance he got so what more did you want.

“…you seem down.” jaehyun couldn’t keep quiet in this setting, usually when you went on dates you were both smiling, what’s up with that frown.

you’re avoiding his gaze, shying away from his touch, even the slight graze on his pinky on the back of your hand has you moving your hands off the small table separating you.

that doesn’t mean anything, you’re probably tired, that’s fine he’ll give you a massage when you got back home, tuck you in safely as he does, a light kiss on the forehead and all of this would be just a faint memory in your encyclopedia of shared moments.

love doesn’t just vanish and he was sure you loved him, but why were you looking at him like that, with so much pity.

“let’s just head back, we don’t have to do this today” you shook your head immediately, clearing your throat sharply before you began explaining your feelings, something about your goals not aligning.

“what are you talking about?” the words came out unsteady, breathy as he looked at you with furrowed brows, “can we at least talk about it before jumping to this?”

he could see you were getting sick of the conversation deeming it as a wait of energy, just sitting there watching his outburst. were you always like this? he hated that he couldn’t actually get angry with you because he still felt his heart burning at every moment your eyes met.

“you know i can change if that’s what you need” you let out a harsh no, changing would never end well, the best thing would be to wish each other the best and move on.

“but I love you…” the sigh from the sound of those words hurt the most, like his love was a burden, he’d listen to you apologize for the last time before walking out the cafe.

it’s not often that taesan is on the receiving end of break ups, and when he was he had probably been thinking about it before they brought it up but this was different he could tell the mood of this date was different than others but he didn’t understand why.

“you want space?” the words startle you, you hadn’t brought it up yet but he could see right through you. you look up at him trying to face him as you used a lot of analogies to get the point across in the gentlest way possible.

he looked surprised hearing it from you but quickly shook it off, nodding to himself as he diverted his attention to the clothing display in the thrift store, scanning each item one by one.

“wow you never fail to surprise me” he says with a light chuckle in genuine disbelief, he takes a glance at you just standing there beside him and just sighs, “you asked me out here for what exactly?”

wanting to end on good terms sounded like a joke to him he couldn’t help but laugh, breaking up with someone out of nowhere and expecting to be cool with them is so laughable.

so many apologies pour out of your mouth and he’s not sure which part you were apologizing for. he wished he could hate you for this but he’ll just be mad and then start missing you when that wore out, how annoying.

“just stop. you wanna break up let’s just get it over with” and with that you were gone, he really thought you would be the one to last, you had mentioned forever so many times in each other’s presence, did that really mean nothing?

you wouldn’t admit it but leehan could tell something was wrong, and by the look on your face he was going to find out soon.

he’s pretty sure of his guess though, you’re whole demeanor had changed recently especially towards him, you were growing distant, making excuses for absences, but he couldn’t handle that much.

he wasn’t sure how well he would handle you breaking the news, should he just accept it or be overdramatic and fight for your love? it felt like such a dilemma when all he truly wanted to do was love you.

it was hard for you to ignore his loving stares, gentle touches on the small of your back guiding you as you walked together, everything he knew you loved, why was he making this so hard?

“i can tell there’s something on your mind…” his voice is quiet as you stroll through the park watching the liveliness, “don’t worry about me just say it.”

so you do, you tell him everything that has been on your mind, the reason you had been acting different and it was real, not just his conscience trying to trick him.

a wave of silence settled in after the confession, it wasn’t intentional he wanted to say something, anything but he wasn’t ready for this change. finally a sigh as he looks up to the setting sun, before nodding to himself.

“i won’t argue with you on your decision, i’m sure you’ve thought about it a lot” he was glad he spent these last moments together, showering you with love even if it was the last time.

“but i don’t think i’ll ever stop loving you.”

“why are you in such a hurry?” you were actually starting to get on woonhak’s nerves, he already knew where this was going so he felt no need to hurry but you were on full speed.

“are you that impatient to get rid of me?” you glare at him stopping in your tracks, watching as he walks over to you with arms wide open ready to wrap around you as he always does.

you would fight away from his squeezes but it was one thing you were sure you would miss from this relationship, he always brought you that sense of comfort, just from being his sweet loving self.

“can’t we just stay like this?” he whined in your ear, he said it as a joke but you could tell he meant it, his voice coming out unusually soft.

“let’s not go anywhere…”

“no but seriously why are you breaking up with me? it’s so weird it’s driving me crazy” he pulls away for a second to face you, holding on to your shoulders as he complained shaking you lightly, you actually let out a chuckle, eyes widening as you realized.

“see! you literally love me, stop trying to be rebellious” you sigh at his words, your feelings for him never reached the romantic, you loved him but just not in the way that he wanted.

explaining that to him, you could see the disappointment taking over his expression. on one hand friendship wasn’t the worst thing as long as he could keep you in his life but on the other hand, his feelings were no where near friendly.

he groans as he paces around the room, trying to organize his thoughts, his answer was clear though.

“i don’t think im ready to lose you yet.”

[prettyboykatsuki]

Thinks about househusband Katsuki who waits at home for his mistress while he’s wearing a plug 😩

tags ;; gn reader, dom!reader, 18+, katsuki in an apron hnggghhhoh my god, anal (m. recieving), anal fingering, househusband!bkg, praise kink <33

a/n ;; im losing my mind actually so much. head so empty. god please bring this man to me im so tired.  literally almost died writing this. 

he hates waiting. 

of all the things in the world that bother him, other than deku and scratchy tags and forgetting to soak dishes - the thing he hates most is waiting for you to get home everyday. he knows you have to leave and he knows you kiss him every morning so he’s not so irritated about it. and he lets you leave begrudgingly. 

he’s awake before you despite being upset no matter what. he wakes up, brushes his teeth and sets out to do his tasks for you before you’re awake. a towel in the dryer so it’s warm for you, making you breakfast at the crack of dawn, ironing your clothes. he takes care of all of it for you and sneers at you when you descend down the stairs, half asleep and pressing kisses to his cheek. 

you’re the same always, a soft “morning, katsuki” followed by the squeezing of hips. and he cusses you out for it, but you continue cause you know he likes it. you know he likes you and that he’d be pissed if you didn’t. 

you eat breakfast, grateful and praising him for how good it is and then you drink coffee and kiss him for a while - at least ten minutes or he fusses about it. and then the sun rises and your off to shower and get dressed. 

when you come back presentable - suited up and dressed to yards, he blushes down the neck because he never gets over how attractive you are. he has a bento for you and everythings ready for you and you kiss him again. 

“you know i love you more than anything right?” 

“get to work, dipshit,” which is katsuki for “obviously” 

and you leave with another quick kiss and grabbing a handful of his ass and he threatens to cut your clothes but you’re off after that. and when the door clicks shut he just barely masks his disappointment. 

it’s.. rough to say the least. bakugou never imagined himself being in this positiion but he met you and all you ever wanted to do was take care of him and he let you. and he hates it because it’s.. weird how happy being like this makes him but it does. 

maybe it’s because you reward katsuki so much. you never make him feel unappreciated and he likes that.  you notice every little detail in his careful crafts, in the food he cooks, in everything and you praise him so sweetly it leaves him shaking. and you reward him with all of your attention time. 

you don’t bring work home and when you have free time, no one can get to you. you’re not neglectful but adoring and honeyed and katsuki hates himself for getting so cozy with you but he can’t help himself. 

but the worst part of his day is that he’s alone. he has stuff to to keep his busy - housework, laundry, going to the gym and grocery shopping and it works for the most part - he’s always in a rush to make dinner but when everything is set up and he’s waiting for you in the evening - he just.. hates it. 

it’s easy to do things for you because you make it easy for him to trust you. and the little glowing look in your eyes when he does something you like is enough to make him embarassing. which is why at 6:26pm he’s in the bathroom - bent over the sink. 

bakugos body is always pristine. he keeps himself groomed and cleaned and noticeably pretty though you’re unbothered by any of it. and it’s convenient for him when he has himself spread like this - one hand reaching behind him. he stretches himself out with two fingers first and a soft groan leaving his mouth when he does. 

this lube is cherry scented and he thinks it’s evil you picked it. but the smell is soothing to his heavy head, the way his body falls forward when the plug stretches him and then comes to a snug fit. and once it’s in he can feel it. he’s had bigger but the light stretch is enough to make his knees buckle when he tries to stand at first. 

he turns around and stares at before blushing.

“god i’m fucking embarassing,” 

but he keeps it in, slides his boxers back on and tucks his stiff cock up against his belly so it’s not too obvious. and he makes dinner while he waits for you to come since it’s supposed to be a surprise. 

and you come home about 20 mins after and dinners still on. the routine is usual for you, placing your bags on the couch, kicking your shoes off and immediately rushing to him. a back hug, arms around his waist - humming something soft. 

“smells good baby,” are the first words out of your mouth, breath warm on his neck. god he’s flustered “you smell good too.. like.. perfume or something,” 

he’s not sure if he’s happy or sad you’re so dense so he sighs. his ears burn and your touch makes him squirm. and he turns the heat down just a little as he greets you. 

“...welcome home,” 

you grin, shit-eating. knowing. 

“missed you today,” ― you hum, brushing his ego the way you know he likes ― “always miss you, know that?” 

“you’re so corny,” but he’s so content like this. he wants you tell him again but he bites his tongue when he feels your hands on his ass. this too, is typical of you, but he’s not expecting the rough grab. and he moans - loud and unusual. 

and you pause and he pauses and he’s so humiliated - but you’re so sweet about it, like always. and he whimpers when you do it again. when your thumb presses against the crystal stop and pushes hard and his knees buckle. and you chuckle, biting his neck. 

“that’s why you smell like that huh?” 

and that’s how he ends up - with the stove turned off and his hands gripping the counter top. your body folded over him, a hand so softly fucking the plug in and out of him. you’re so amused by it. how he looks with his knees bent. pale skin and thick thighs trembling as you fuck him so good he drools on the marble. 

“you’re always good to me baby, you know?” ― you quip, pushing the plug deep before pulling it out all the day only to shove it right back ― “got yourself nice and ready for me today, right? just for me?” 

and you lick up his neck, bite his ear as he groans. everything in his body is hot but he replies. 

“..j-just for you,” 

you smile at him, kissing him with your tongue and shifting his head to the side. the plug ends up somewhere and you replace it with three fingers and that makes him cry. it’s so much better cause it’s you and his cock drooling - red and aching between his legs. you wrap yourself around him and stroke. 

“such a good fucking boy. ‘m so lucky to come home to you, huh? my cute little husband who takes care of everything for me.. ‘m blessed aren’t i?” 

he knows the questions rhetorical but the praise and the inevitable orgasm leave him devastated and he’s sobbing and drooling. it’s so much and so good. 

“ah, don’t worry. ‘m gonna take care of you, okay? gonna fuck you nice and stupid tonigh so just cum and don’t worry. good boy,” 

of course he cums. cums so hard he almost falls, all over the counter top and losing his breath as you finger him through it and whisper about how good he is to you. how much you love him. 

god he hates waiting but you.. you always make it worth it.