#like givin him a peck on the cheek

[universalcaffination]

No idea why or how but apparently the movie decided to chicken out in the voyage home a scene of kirk and spock clasping hands and I have no idea why 👀

[allmyocsarebritish]

Dressed to kill

Pairing: Angel Dust X Reader

Warnings(?): Angel does reader's makeup, and unintentionally pokes them in the eye, I have no idea how to do makeup, this came to me when I found pink eyeshadow

Also yes, that's my eye lololol

"Please, toots. I'm literally beggin ya!" Angel complained once more, dramatically draping himself over the bed beside where you sat.

"I promise ya'll love it if ya just-"

You cut him off with an exaggerated sigh and roll of your eyes, though the amused smile on your lips evidenced your joking tone.

"Alright fine, I suppose it won't hurt."

"Yes! Don't worry babe, I'll make ya look stunnin'!" He practically leaped off the bed at your response, though his movements were unreasonably agile and smooth as usual.

You exhaled a breathy laugh at Angel's excitement, drawing your knees up to your chest whilst watching him search his dresser. Rummaging through the drawers, he pulled out (ha) various small wash bags. Each was a slightly different shade of pink, and all embroidered with his name in extravagant lettering. Satisfied with his collection of supplies, he retreated back to the bed, dumping them all on top of the duvet.

"Ya ready?" Angel grinned, lower set of hands resting on his hips.

"Go ahead." You smiled,resting back against the plush headboard. Angel hovered over you, a knee on either side of your legs. Your face flushed at the sudden proximity, which he immediately picked up on.

"What's wrong baby? A bit too close?~" Angel's words were genuine, though he spoke with a massively flirty tone which drew even more heat to your cheeks.

"N-not at all." Despite the fact you *tried* to match his demeanor, you stuttered over your words and just appeared a flustered mess. Angel chuckled and leant back slightly, allowing you space to breathe as he dug through his eyeshadows.

"I'd start by givin' ya some blush but I really don't think ya need it!" He teased before retrieving a small, silver palette.

"Wait, Ange, hold on, aren't you supposed to start with concealer?" You wondered aloud, mildly confused.

"I suppose ya could, but ya really don't need it, babe" he responded, frowning ever so slightly. "Perfect just the way ya are."

You smiled and thanked him for his sweet compliment, to which he leant down and pecked your nose. Still cupping your cheeks with one set of hands, he opened the palette with another, dusting the pigment onto a brush.

"Close ya eyes for me?" He requested, to which you obliged. The brush was soft against your skin, and Angel's strokes were gentle yet deliberate. You could feel his warm breath fan across your cheeks as he exhaled, deep in concentration. You smiled at the thought of his focused face, wishing that you could open your eyes and see him. It was at that moment that you realised you had no idea what you were going to look like. Of course you trusted Angel almost entirely, but even still you wouldn't put it past him to make you look ridiculous.

"What colour are you doing?" You asked to which he laughed mischievously.

"Wait and see." His response raised your suspicions even further, though you couldn't help but smile at Angel's antics. Your wait wasn't long, however, as a few moments later he leant back, making you immediately miss the contact and warmth brought by your proximity to the spider.

"Open!" Angel's excitement was barely concealed in his tone, and a mirror was thrust into your hand as soon as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room after being closed for so long. Your concerns were proven unnecessary by the clean and glittery pink and black eyeshadow adorning your eyelid, perfectly complimenting the colour of your iris.

"Okay, you were right, I do love it." You admitted defeat, wondering why you were skeptical.

"Ya seem surprised. Ain't got no faith in me?" Angel dramatically rested a hand on his chest in mock offence, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

"No, never." You deadpanned. He scoffed before reaching for an eyeliner pencil.

"Look up." Angel advised, gently pressing down on your cheek to expose your waterline.

Unfortunately the pencil slipped.

"Ow!" You winced, jerking away and squinting your eye closed.

"Fuck, sorry." Angel grimaced as you rubbed it to relieve the stinging from being poked. "Would ya like ta do the other one yourself?" He offered, to which you nodded, trying to surpress a laugh. Balancing the mirror on your knee, you put on the eyeliner yourself, making a point of the lack of casualty.

"I said I'm sorry, what more do ya want from me?"

You shook your head and put down the eyeliner and Angel took his place back on top of you. You rested your hands on his hips for balance.

"So, what's next, love?" You asked, watching as he considered.

"False eyelashes or mascara?"

"Which is less likely to make me lose my eyes?" You teased, yet more reference to the fact he poked you. Angel scoffed and rolled his eyes, reaching for an eyelash curler.

"Uh, no, no, no. There is no way in hell I'm letting you near my eyes with that!"

"Fine, fine!!" He held up all four hands in surrender and dropping it on a cushion.

The next challenge presented itself in the form of Angel trying to put the mascara on you.

"Hold still!"

"No!"

"Toots I swear I won't poke ya in the eye again." He promised, and, though you had your doubts, you sat obediently, allowing him to coat your lashes.

"See! What'd I tell ya?!" He leant back again, proud smile on his lips as he admired his work.

"Ya look stunning, babe." He told you, closing the distance between the two of you. "Just one final touch and then we're done!"

Unscrewing the lid of a lip gloss tube, he made as though he were going to put it on you, before turning at the last second and putting it on himself, looking away. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head, smirk brightening your features.

"Oh ya wanted some?" Angel feigned innocence, dramatically looking into the plastic tube. "That's a shame, there's none left! Guess ya'd better come here then!"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed Angel's small lapels, pulling him into you and kissing him, feeling the product transfer.

"Gee, thanks babe!" You replied, continuing to act like there wasn't multiple full tubes on the bed surrounding you both.

"Ya look amazing, Y/N."

"Thanks Angie, you're so good at makeup. Well, apart from eyeliner." He rolled his eyes at you before leaning in again.

"I told ya! I'm sorry"

"I might have to ask Charlie to schedule a lesson on how not to betray someone's trust like that." You teased, dragging out the joke.

"Of course ya will." He rolled his eyes again.

"I do forgive you though. And thank you, for doing it for me" You wrapped your arms around him and drew him in for a tight hug.

"Any time."

[matchadobo]

KIDD; giving him flowers

summary: how he'll react when you give him a bouquet

warning/s: none, pure fluff, gn!reader

- it'd be a bouquet of red tulips

- he'd blush soooo hard. like he'll be so red he looks like he'll run out of air

- he'll be hesitant to take it

- once he'd bashfully take the bouquet and say thank you through gritted teeth

- "why the fuck are you givin' me this shit?"

- your face would soften when you hear him call the flowers "shit"

- his demeanor would shift immediately trying to salvage the situation

- "i-it ain't that ugly, b-but... you didn't have to. really."

- you'd smile at him and give him a peck on the cheek or neck (wherever you could reach) and tell him to keep it, telling him you want to do it for him

- he'll fondly tell you to shut up

- you'll get him smiling and shit

- the entire day he'd blush when he sees you or when he sees the bouquet lying on the window of his workshop

- his heart wouldn't calm down i'm telling you!!

- but he'd turn it to a competition tho

- you'll have a bouquet on your side of the bed the next morning with a note saying "you're not the only one who's romantic, short stack."

- there'd be one whole week where you two compete who'll give the bouquet first

- your crewmembers would suffer the most btw

- they'd each find you running first thing in the morning just to get to the flower shop first, raising a racket around the ship at buttcrack dawn

- at the end of it all, he'd come and meet you at the deck during the night when you two unanimously stopped the shitshow

- "you refuse to give up, huh?"

- "you're giving me more reasons to love the shit outta you."

- "if this is what it takes, i'll happily give you a fuckpile of bouquets."

kinda wanna make one for könig :(

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 4

Warnings: dark elements to come. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Lee offers you a ride home. When you tell him you're going to the library instead, he insists on taking you there. You don't have the energy to refuse again.

You get in the car, a corvette the colour of copper. The inside is well kept and tidy, an air freshener lacing the air with a scent like cologne. The only sign of use is the fast food cup in the holder on the drivers side.

You put your bag at your feet and pull your seatbelt down. Lee shifts in his seat as he buckles up and checks the mirrors. He starts the engine, a loud rumbling beast, and steers out with a rev.

"So, little darling, you got a big test comin' up?" He asks, one hand on the wheel as he rests the other over your headrest.

"I got some reading to catch up on," you explain as you look evasively out the window.

"Ah, that's a good thing. Studyin' and all that. You're a good girl, ain't ya?"

You don't know how to answer that. There's some double meaning you can't quite decipher. You play with the hem of your blouse and shrug.

"I guess. I… try my best."

"I'm sure your best is more than enough," his hand drifts down and his fingertips touch your hair, "not like them other college girls. Like your friend. Hanging out in all the wrong places…"

"Raquel isn't… bad," you stammer. In fact, she gets better grades than you.

"I'm sure she's a nice one but not like you. Not a sweet little thing. You know, you walkin' up to that club like that, uh uh, if I wasn't there… not everyone is looking out for your kind."

"Mhmm," you hum as you tense in the seat.

His knuckles graze your cheek and you wince. You don't know what to do or what he's doing. So you do nothing.

Your heart thumps as he traces your jawline, "you really are pretty one. You like cherry? You know how to make cherry pie? You could bake me one…"

"Sir," you gulp as you stare through the windshield. You realise he's turned onto a backstreet. There isn't much traffic there.

"You'd look so nice in a pretty red dress, hm? And an apron?" He toys with your sleeve as his foot gets lighter on the pedal, "you could put a ribbon in your hair," his touch lingers on your arm as he steers into an empty lot, "and nothing else, if ya like."

He gropes your chest and you cry out in a panic. You try to swat him away as he hushes you. He hits the button of his seatbelt and it retracts to his shoulder.

"Now, now, little darling," his other hand pinches your neck and you rack with agony, "I'm just getting a feel of ya."

"Please," you beg, "why–"

"I ain't being mean, blossom," he assures you, "and I don't wanna be."

You writhe and reach back to clasp his wrist, "you're hurting me–"

"Ain't meaning to," he loosens his grip, "sorry, sweetheart, all I want is a kiss. How about that? We had a good day, didn't we?"

"I… a kiss?" You murmur, his hand linger behind your neck as his other falls to your stomach. You only realise then how he leans into you. "But…"

"But what, sweetheart? I bought you a scoop, I been real sweet like," he pets he back of your head, "it's just a little peck on the lips."

"But… but… I'm in college."

"You're full grown, sweet thing."

You look around, veins coursing with ice as you tremble wildly. You don't even know where you are. You look down at your lap and his large hand as it slips to rest on your thigh.

"I see," he drags his hand away from your pant leg, "you were only usin' me."

You frown and fold your arms across your middle. You lean on the car door and shake your head. That's not what you were doing at all.

"You asked me for ice cream, I…"

"And I paid. Got your friend home safe, too. Givin' ya a ride and all. All I'm asking is a small thank you."

You sniff and wriggle in the seat, "you touched me…"

"You look so good, I couldn't help myself, promise, I'll keep my hands to myself."

You stare at the dashboard as horror tugs at your lips. You just want to go but you don't see a way out. Not without making things worse.

"Alright, if I… will you still take me to the library?"

"Course I will. Like I said."

"Okay," you turn your head and drop your hands to clutch them in your lap, "I could… I could give you a kiss."

He smirks and pushes a lock of hair away from his face as it droops forward. He leans in as your eyes round. You force them closed and quickly peck him on the mouth.

As you pull back, he growls. You open your eyes shyly. His mouth slants and he huffs.

"Come on, darling, just… let me show ya, alright?" He grips the headrest above your head and brings his other hand to your chin, "all soft like."

He leans in as you freeze in terror. He presses his lips to yours, holding them there with a hum, his tongue gliding wetly across yours before he parts. He hovers only an inch away.

"Wasn't that nice?" He tickles your cheek.

You blink and make yourself nod. It wasn't as awful as you expected. This close, you can't help but notice how blue his eyes are.

"I get it, you're shy, we don't gotta go too fast," he sits back and sighs, lifting himself slightly as he adjusts in the seat.

"Yeah…" you babble senselessly.

"Now, uh, library, that on campus?" He asks as he shifts into gear.

"Yes, sir."

You're silent as the daze takes over. You feel his grasp on your chest, you can't shake how it made your insides churn. And the helplessness that flooded you when he had his hand on your neck.

You wring your hands and think. You can't blame him for being mad. The way you led him on, but you didn't even realise! How could you know when you thought that he was just being nice?

"Lee," you eke out as he drives in silence, his fingertips running up and down his thigh.

"Yes, little darling."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Nothing to be sorry for," he says, "don't you trouble yourself."

"I just… I didn't realise that… was the ice cream… a date?"

He laughs and his hand slips towards the inside of his thigh. You watch his profile as he peeks over at you briefly. He doesn't look as angry as he sounded just a few moments ago.

"I was hopin' so," he says, "unless you got the boys lined up waiting for you."

It's your turn to laugh, more out of embarrassment than amusement.

"No, sir, I don't," you utter.

"I'm a lucky man, then," he preens, "scooping up a blossom of my own."

[silassinclair]

Not Saying “I Love You” Back Prank || D.Mustaine x Reader

Summary: When Dave gets ready to go to practice you don’t say I love you back when he says it before leaving.

I saw this trend on tiktok a while back and thought it was absolutely adorable!! :)

Grabbing his guitar case Dave walked over to you and placed a sloppy smooch on your cheek. Not batting an eye you kept your eyes on your book. Nothing was more difficult than keeping a straight face at the moment as he placed a few more kisses.

So why are you ignoring his affections? Well you read in a magazine about this trend. Girls wouldn’t say “I Love You” back to their boyfriends. Honestly you wanted to see Dave’s reaction so you decided to test it out.

“Bye Baby. I’ll be back from practice later. Love you.” Dave said with a smile and jogged out of your and his shared bedroom.

“Okay Dave, bye, drive safe.” You said with a gentle smile.

Realizing the prank didn’t work you went back to reading. You thought he’d react but I guess he didn’t really care.

But you didn’t hear the front door of the apartment open nor close.

“Love you baby! I’ll be back later!” He called from rooms over. A grin spread across your face meaning that he did in fact notice you not reciprocating.

“Byeeee!” You called back.

No sound of the door latch was heard. A little thud sounding like his guitar case set on the floor sounded however. “I’m leaving now! Love you!” He called out. This time you decided not to reply at all and went back to your book.

Footsteps were heard coming back to the bedroom. Guitar case no longer in hand Dave stood under he doorway with his hands gripping either side of the doorframe.

“Bye bye now, don’t want you to be late.” You said without looking up from your book. Your smirk was hidden behind your worn book.

“Babyyy.” Dave said with a whiny slur. “What is it? Are you mad at me?”

“No I’m not.” You replied. “You don’t want to be late now do you? You know how Lars gets?”

Dave pouted and folded his toned arms. “You’re not saying it back.”

Deciding to play dumb you dodge his statement completely, “Alright hun. I’ll see you later okay?” You said and slightly turned your head and body away from him. You did it to hide your expression but he took it as something else.

Dave stomped over to the bed and face planted onto the mattress. His arms spread like a starfish. Suddenly, he screamed into the mattress, his voice muffled, “I FUCKING LOVE YOU!! SAY IT BACK! YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE~~!”

This was a true test. You almost broke character but you held on. Patting his back you say calmly, “Okay I get it, now get going.”

That only seemed to make him groan louder into the cushions. “Ughhh!!! SAY IT BACK!!” He said and shot up. Now his pleading face was right in front of yours. Again you tried to hide behind the book but he ripped it from your grasp and threw it wherever, the thud of the spine hitting the wall was heard.

“Look at me and tell me what I did babe, cmon I’m dying here!” He held your cheeks and puckered your lips. Placing a quick peck on your lips he moves to your cheek, forehead, and nose. An “I love you” was said for every quick peck. Now you were full on attacked by an onslaught of his love and affection.

A smile cracked on your face and soon full on giggles were heard. Dave took it as a good sign and grabbed you by your waist to cling to you. His face buried in your chest.

“Tell me why you aren’t givin me the lovin I deserve sweet thing.” He said, voice muffled by your chest.

Now you broke. Laughing at his adorable antics you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry hun I was just joking around. I love you so much.” You say and kiss his cheek. His nose wrinkles and he takes your chin in his hand.

“I didn’t find it funny. Had me panicked for a second.” He said with a pout. You audibly awe at his cuteness and kiss his nose.

Pulling back with a smile you say, “You’re the cutest thing love. Awe I love you” A kiss to his cheek, “I love you.” his forehead, “I love you!” And his lips.

Dave snarled and grabbed your face with his whole hand pushing you back. “Agh stop you’re so annoying.”

He could feel your smile form in his palm. “But you love me.” You said and pushed his hand off your face in one quick motion. Not expecting that his mouth was agape, which you saw as an opportunity. You latched onto his mouth with your lips and gave him a wet kiss full of passion.

You could feel his body relax and his stiff shoulders drop. Dave’s arm was still around you and his hand was now gently pressed against your flush cheek.

“It was all a prank love I’m sorry.” You say into the kiss. Dave just made an “mhm” sound and didn’t stop his onslaught of tongue. Both his hands moved down to your waist and to the hem of your shorts. His index fingers hooked the elastic and slowly pulled down.

“Hey wait.” You said and drew back. “You have practice.”

Dave chased your lips again but you kept dodging. “David.”

With a groan he got up off the bed. “Fine. But you’re ass is mine when I get back.” He pointed at you.

“Okay okay now get going.” You shooed him out of the bedroom.

“Alright. Bye babe! Love ya!” He said with a final kiss to the cheek.

“Drive safe.” You said as one final jab. Dave whipped around and jumped at you like a wild animal.

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! I’M GONNA POUND YOUR LITTLE ASS ALL NIGHT LONG BABE AHAHA!” Dave shouted in a maniacal laughter while you screamed. The two of you wrestled until he had you pinned under him, his hands locked in your wrists.

You nervously laughed, “Hehe… I love you?” It sounded more like a question and Dave just sneered.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to speak until I say you can tonight. Not after the shit you pulled.”

Let’s just say you couldn’t walk the next morning….

“YOU’VE DONE IT NOW! THOSE FUCKERS CAN PRACTICE WITHOUT ME, IM POUNDING YOUR ASS ALL NIGHT LONG!”

“Drive safe.” You said and he whipped around to face you.

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! C’MERE!”

[typingatlightspeed]

TF2 Fanfic - Mistletoe

December 25, 1979. At Scout's Smissmas party, Sniper finds a surprise suitor next in line for a shot at him under the mistletoe after Yana sets Bronislava up for her long-desired smooch from the bushman. Demoman and Sniper head outside for some privacy and do some catching up.

Ao3 Link!

Demo looking at the statue, and the shot of him looking at the photos on the walls of the TFI base got me thinking that perhaps this was the moment he needed. The catalyst. And maybe, just maybe, free from one family's bullshit, he might free himself from his own. Demo deserves good things, not to be a tragedy forever. And between him holding Mundy as he bled out, and that very cute toast in the final panel of the finale comic, I'm givin' those two a happy ending, dammit. <3

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"You have to, Mundy, it's Smissmas tradition!" Yana warned, dangling the mistletoe over Sniper's head with a giggle, making Bronislava roll her eyes and blush from behind her camera.

Sniper blushed too, looking between the two large women, trapped. Heavy had mentioned that Bronislava found Sniper handsome, her interest piqued after looking at photos of the team her brother had brought home. He just couldn't believe that all these years later she was shooting her shot. Or, rather, her sister was shooting the shot for her. Good wingwoman, that Yana.

"Yana," Bronislava chastised, lowering her camera after getting a shot of the bushman's initial surprise.

Hearing Yana snicker behind him, Sniper relented. What was one smooch? "Nah, yeh. No worries. It is tradition," he chuckled amiably, tucking his sunglasses into his vest pocket.

In spite of herself, Bronislava grinned wide and wrapped her arms around Sniper, crushing her camera into his chest and making him wheeze a moment before her lips met his. It was a short peck, but left her giggling all the same as she stepped away, biting her lip, her eyes sparkling. "Spacibo, Mr. Mundy," she hummed, giving him a winning smile before bounding away to take more photos, practically giddy.

Yana chuckled. "You just made her Smissmas. She is single, you know."

Sniper hefted a nervous laugh at that. "Good to know, I suppose."

"Is this mistletoe open for anyone, or was it a one-use sort o' affair?"

Yana and Sniper's heads snapped to the side, eyes wide to see Demoman standing there where Bronislava once had, sharing the space under Yana's mistletoe with Sniper, an easy smile on his lips.

Sniper's blush became less of a pinkness of the cheeks and more a beet-redness, and his breath caught as he looked into Demoman's eye. This was unexpected.

It's not like he minded. Quite the opposite, actually. Sniper had spent the years they worked together stealing glances and longing looks at the handsome bomber. He'd come close to propositioning him once or twice, on beery nights when shooting the shit 'round the campfire turned into dirty stories and flirty teasing. But he'd known then that if he'd let himself get that far, he wouldn't be able to stop himself for falling for the rakish Scot. And Demoman...

Demoman didn't have room in his life for anything but his demons.

And yet.

It had been seven years, after all. A lot can change. And here was Demoman, waiting for him beneath the mistletoe with that handsome smile that could always set butterflies to fluttering in his gut.

Bloody hell, it was Smissmas, wasn't it?

"It is tradition," Sniper conceded with a nervous smile. The grin that answered him made those butterflies flare up all the fiercer as the Scot took him into his arms and dipped him—dipped him!—for a kiss, a warm hand against the back of his head supporting him as he melted into the shorter man's embrace.

The kiss was chaste, their lips closed as they pressed together, and Sniper fought back the urge to part them and let his tongue seek the bomber's, to fist his hands in the other man's sweater and tug him closer for a proper snog. As it was his head was spinning, those soft, warm lips against his own, the hot puffs of their breaths between them, those strong arms wrapped around him and holding him off balance, perched on only one foot until finally he righted him and broke their kiss, leaving Sniper wobbly and breathless.

Behind him, Yana fairly tittered at the display. "So Slava doesn't have a chance, then," she conceded with a grin, lowering the mistletoe. She hummed an amused, "I'll leave you alone ," as she turned on her heel and headed off to go ask her brother just how many men on the team were like him .

Neither man really noticed her egress, shy smiles shared between them as they caught their breath. Demoman laid a hand on Sniper's shoulder. "Any chance I could have a word, lad? Somewhere private?"

Private?

It took a moment for Sniper to find his voice. "Wanna grab a smoke on the back porch?"

Demoman smiled. "Aye, could use the fresh air."

Both men threw their coats and hats on before stepping out of the kitchen onto the back porch of Scout's house, overlooking the home's roomy yard, which was blanketed in a thick carpet of snow, a few stray toys poking up from under the field of white. A sled with a sopping-wet bow on it leaned against the railing on one side of the porch, clearly already deployed upon receiving earlier that morning without care for fully unwrapping the thing. Sniper surveyed the landscape and shook his head. "Never thought I'd see Scout the suburban dad," he chuckled, tugging a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket.

"Aye. It suits him, though."

Sniper nodded with a chuckle, offering Demoman a cigarette. "It does. 'e's grown up a lot since that mess in '72."

"Nae the only one," Demoman hummed, taking the smoke and pulling out his lighter. He struck a flame and held it out for Sniper to light his cigarette off of before handling his own and snapping it shut.

"Yeh?"

"Like tae think so, anyway." Demoman took a drag and looked out at the yard, not particularly focused on anything but the middle distance. "That last day especially was a wake-up call."

"I'll say. Findin' out we were all bleedin' and dyin' in the desert for revenge, but even proper revenge. The one pullin' all the strings didn't even remember why she was doin' it anymore. For nothin' in the end, but hate for hate's sake. No grand design, no noble goal, not even proper villainy. Just spite."

"Nae just that. Didnae it bother ye? Tae learn that for all our pride in our work, all our professionalism, our legacy, whatever we had, we were fifth-string nobodies; the laughin' stock o' the mercenary trade? Outfitted with bargain bin guns and uniforms, nae worth even a footnote o' mention with that old weapon's other teams? They got their likenesses on a statue, photos on the wall, and we didnae even get our letter on display. We were bloody F-rank, and nae even given the dignity o' a mention. Nae even clearance tae be there."

"You know what 'er other teams also got?"

"What's that?"

"Killed by a bunch of old folks."

Demoman smirked, a soft laugh hefting out of him. "Aye. Fair enough." He took a long drag.

"Really got to you, did it?"

With a sigh, Demoman turned to face Sniper and leaned against the porch railing. "More it was the icin' on the proverbial shit cake that'd been me life uptae that point, ye ken. I'd been a right terror for longer'n I'd wanted tae admit. Nae friends—save for ye lot—and I never let ye lads in as close as I shoulda thanks tae that whole Soldier thing, when I could've used a helpin' hand the most. I was a drunk, and prick."

Sniper half-shrugged at that, remembering some of the things the bomber had said about him while he and Miss Pauling were sneaking into his parents' house. He said nothing, having gotten his own shot in with the shallow grave joke.

"After we lost our contract with MannCo, I stopped goin' tae me other jobs. RED was the only structure I had in me life, short o' Mum hollerin' at me, bangin' on about earnin' and family legacy and idleness, hammerin' intae me heid how much of an embarrassment I was tae the DeGroot name. Like it was a name I bloody asked for." Demoman cast his gaze down, unsure if he wanted to meet Sniper's eye. "All I did for six bloody months was drink, eat garbage, watch telly with Eyelander, and feel sorry for meself. All o' me pride was in me mercenary work, and once that was gone, what did I have? Nae much, lad."

"You just stopped?"

"Aye."

"You always worked at least three jobs as long as I'd known you."

"Aye. Because I was supposed tae. Because that's what a DeGroot did, worked his arse off tae earn as much as he could for as long as he could, blind by the time he was thirty and still workin' after that. Nae time to learn who ye are. Nae time tae unpack how bloody fucked up it was that ye were abandoned at birth and only taken back when ye proved ye could earn yer keep in the family trade, usually by killin' someone before yer baws'd dropped." He took another drag. "Then ye get a chance, a chance tae fix it, tae get back on that horse, tae get back the job ye loved, and ye find out yer the biggest joke in the profession. That yer a failure by everyone elses' measure."

"Christ," Sniper breathed, unsure what to say.

"It's nae just that. That moonshine was somethin' else, ye ken," Demoman chuckled. "Spent a lot o' that little adventure off me tits, even by me own quite lofty standards. Tortured to agony by those mercs by givin' me just normal food and water. And there's... holes. Spots in me memory that dinnae exist. I dinnae remember a lot o' that battle with the robots at Gray's base. Just fits and gasps. And nae like a blackout. Like it's been taken from me, if that makes sense. Like it shouldnae be there, but if I think too hard about it me heid pounds like a bloody drum. The doc said nae to worry about it, but that's easier said than done.

"And then we get tae The Administrator's hidey hole and see all o' this hullabaloo dedicated tae five dead teams. And we're there. We're alive. We actually accomplished what none o' them could do, and where're our flowers? Where's our fanfare? All we get is a pile o' dust and the knowledge that not a single thing we'd done mattered in the end." Demoman took another drag, exhaling through his nose. "And I think that finally made somethin' click. I'd hit rock bottom. Real, true, actual rock bottom. At the bottom o' that gorge, and the bottom o' me life. What the hell was I doin'?"

"What'd you do?"

"Once it was over, I cornered the doc before we all went our separate ways. Asked him tae help me. Me body was a kettle still, I'd never be right again without his help. If anyone could fix the organs, it was him. But then, it was up to me to fix me heid and me heart. So I put in the work. Therapy. Medication. Quit drinkin' except for one glass o' wine on special occasions. Dinnae smoke as much either,” he mused, looking at his cigarette. Sat Mum down and set some proper feckin' boundaries for the first time in me life. That might've been the hardest part. But honestly? I think she'd been wantin' me tae do that for a long time. She wanted me tae fight her, nae just play the dutiful son. I'd turned the DeGroot fire on everyone but the one tryin' tae egg it outta me. There's a respect there I dinnae think existed before." He chuckled softly. "Dinnae make how she treated me right, but I think we understand each other better, now."

Sniper smiled a little at that.

"I ken I was a terror in the day. And in spite o' that, ye didnae leave me in that shallow grave ye joked about."

Sniper looked about a little nervously. "Hadn't realized you'd heard that crack."

"A lot kinder than the shite about jars fulla toenails I said about you."

"Reckon," Sniper chuckled.

Demoman joined him. "Thanks for puttin' up with me all those years."

Sniper waved him off. "No worries. We were all a bunch of arseholes back then. Still are now, but we were back then, too." They shared a laugh. "Glad to hear things're lookin' up for you, though. Really. You're a good bloke, Tav. Glad you finally see that, too."

"Aye, thanks," Demoman hummed, finally looking Sniper in the face again, appreciating the small lines creasing the corners of his narrow eyes, and the way silver had crept into his temples and stubble. Middle age was a good look on him. "Ye ken, there was somethin' else I realized durin' all o' that, too."

"What's that?"

"Thought that wee stunt under the mistletoe might've clued ye in," he teased.

"Wh—"

"Always thought ye were a looker, Mundy," Demoman confessed, an impish smile crossing his lips as he looked away. "Found ye attractive. But I was too wrapped up in me own bullshite. Until ye got shot."

Sniper winced a little at the memory, of learning so much of what he thought he knew about himself was wrong, meeting his birth parents, discovering they were awful, thinking Medic had betrayed them, then getting shot, all within a roughly ten minute span. "Everythin' went so fast," he hummed, "but I remember you were there to catch me. You held me as I bled out." A sad smile crossed his lips. "I remember you were so warm as I went cold in that water."

A shuddering sigh left the bomber as he relived that moment, as Sniper's words made it come back so real and stark to his mind. The holes in his recollection of those few days did not apply to that horrible memory. "Ye were bleedin' out in me arms, and all I could think about was I was losin' ye. I never even had ye, and now it was too late. I'd lost me chance; I'd lost ye ." Turning back to Sniper, he dropped the butt of his cigarette to the porch, grinding it out under his shoe. "And when hours later I see ye stridin' across the battle in the skuddie, alive and casual as the day is long save for yer bleedin' stitches, I nearly fainted." He grinned. "And nae just because o' the show ye were puttin' on," he added, his eye flicking down to the bushman's crotch then back up, setting him to laughing in reply.

Pushing off of the railing, he spread his arms a little, as if to present himself for Sniper's appraisal. "So. Did I miss me chance?"

Sniper took a long drag and flicked the butt of his cigarette aside. "S'pose I would like to see what it's like to be held by you when I'm not bleedin' out from two rounds to the tits." As he opened his arms to approach, Demoman surged forward, wrapping his arms around the rangy assassin and lifting him from his feet, spinning him around with a giddy laugh before setting him down, grinning from ear to ear. Sniper answered his embrace and with only a bit more effort, dipped him into a kiss. This time, he didn't fight back the urge to part their lips and let his tongue seek the bomber's, to fist his hands in the other man's sweater and tug him close for a proper snog.

[mugs-n-cans]

im the same guy who asked sniper to get scout flowers! ill prob go by rose anon!!

hey scout, can you return the favor to sniper and give him flowers now?

(ill give you a hint, i think he really likes marigolds. good luck!!!!)

-🌹

Ugh, I’m askin’ Heavy to drive me this time…marigolds…marigolds…I’ll need it, thanks! [He writes the name of the flower on his palm].

[One pleasant drive to the store and back later…]

Snipes!

[Scout has made sure to do up his hair real nice, he wants to look good while giving Sniper his flowers. He knocks on the camper door].

Sniper: Oi, mate—ya look done up. What’s the occasion?

Oh, nothin’. Just wanted to look nice while givin’ my handsome, tall, muscular, rugged Australian guy some pretty flowers! [Scout pulls the bouquet from behind his back. The flowers look a little bit worse for wear].

Sniper grins, taking the bouquet: Awful nice of ya. These are real beauts. Ya did a real good job pickin’ ‘em out, bunny. [He leans over, giving Scout a simple peck on the cheek].

Oh, it—it was nothin’, I mean—wasn’t even my idea, I just got ‘em—for ya, yeah, ya really like ‘em? I’m not used to givin’ flowers, so eh…yeah. Yeah. [He rubs his cheek a bit].

[luverbov]

𐀔 (𝓢) igzai headcanons ィ

“ I never understood, what i was born for “

↺ requested by a friend ( <3 ) fluff 𔓘 ooc

ꕀ Pre-relationship

Ah, so we ignore chapter 114 and Mersault goes smoothly along with Fyodors death, Sigma is finally free, and so Dazai keeps his promise and recruits him to the ADA where he had his entrance exam and our silly casino boy passed.

Sigma sits next to Atsushi, they know each other a little and I feel like they'd be really good friends so!

Sigma is Atsushi's partner (CAUSE Dazai's is Kunikida) and sometimes Dazai gets jealous and whines so he can work with Sigma once every now-and-then.

Since Atsushi is still Dazai's subordinate, I think Sigma would be Kunikida's but they switch sometimes.

Sometimes Dazai goes up to Atsushi and tells him fetch him a coffee, which Atsushi- being the sweetheart he is, obliges to. But really, Dazai just wanted to steal Atsushi's place for a few minutes to annoy and flirt with Sigma.

Dazai takes Sigma down the coffee shop downstairs and Sigma has to watch his painfully horrible attempts of flirting with the waitress and shamelessly embarrassing himself which is lowkey funny to Sigma.

I dunno why I feel like Sigma has givin Dazai the silent treatment a lot and Dazai whines and begs him for attention, he's just spoiled like that ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Dazai was the one to confess because Sigmas a pussy and I feel like it happened on accident too

ꕀ They're inlove

Honestly Ranpo and Yosano wonders why they didn't date sooner, it was so obvious they were into each other that even Kunikida noticed. Anyways after a few months of teasing and flirting, Dazai grew some balls and asked Sigma out with Ranpo's assistance.

Sigma gives Dazai dark chocolate sometimes, esp after a mission because Dazai likes dark chocolate, FIGHT THE WALL. Dazai loves these little presents and you can catch a glimpse of actual happiness when he receives these. Not silliness. Happiness.

In return Dazai takes Sigma out and treats him to street food (esp crab) because Sigma practically grew up in the Sky Casino, he probably has never had these.

Dazai loves to brag about Sigma to Chuuya and Kunikida, and both of them questions how Sigma deals with Dazai, and honestly, poor boy has no idea either, he just does.

"Well I have a lover! I don't see anyone chasing after you Chuuya~"

Dazai loves rambling about his day to Sigma while cuddling, it makes him feel so safe as Sigma gently strokes Dazai's hair and listen to him rant.

THEY MOVED IN TOGETHER.

Sometimes, Sigma gets woken by Dazai whispering stupid stuff at like 2am which mostly just to piss Sigma off. Dazai always apologizes afterwards and makes it up with gifts and cookies.

Dazai loves admiring Sigma sleep, like they'll be cuddling with Dazai on a sleeping Sigmas chest and Dazai just traces his face gently and plays with his hair

Dazai is a big fan of physical touch so he'll always be grabbing Sigmas waists and hips, he's a lap-sitter for sure and he doesn't mind PDA. They'll be solving a case together and Dazai would randomly kiss Sigmas cheek and enjoy the flustered reaction as Sigma tries to hide his rosy cheeks.

Dazai is a "honey, dear, angel, beautiful" typa guy while Sigma is a "my love, sweetheart" typa guy. I don't think any of them uses "babe, darling, ect." ( Chuuya tho 👀 )

Sigmas kisses are short, gentle pecks which Dazai is more of a sultry, sensual and teasing kiss cause he's just Dazai.

They slow dance from time to time because it reminds them of the day they met, the whole ADA finds it adorable.

ᐢ..ᐢ Shout out to my friend @8st-rjj for helping me, mwah ! ᨒ

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[kookieswan]

“What in the ever livin’ fuck is that?” You gasp in excitement as Jungkook slowly walks into your apartment, eyebrows raised in a mix of confusion and horror. Picking up the small ball of fluff, you carry him over to where you boyfriend stands.

“This is puff. He is my new child and in extension, your new child.” Holding out Puff slightly, you giggle as he lets out a soft mew. Jungkook blinks, lips pursing a bit as he takes in the new addition to your family.

“Can’t say I’d mind givin’ ya a baby, but this…?” You choose not to ponder on that, instead lifting up puff and slotting him into Jungkook’s arms. He holds him awkwardly for a bit, staring down at his newborn. He won’t last long now.

Puff yawns, snuggling closer to Jungkook, purrs extremely loud for such a small kitty. You’d never tell Kook, but it’s hilarious to see such a big strong tattooed man hold such a tiny little kitten. You know Jungkook though, how soft he can really be.

“He likes his daddy! I’m so glad…” You get closer until you’re able to kiss the man’s cheek lightly, then leading down to leave a small peck against Puffs head. He doesn’t move, content in his father’s arms. Jungkook’s eyes soften, and you melt.

“Puff, huh…?” He scratches the kittens head, a smile coming to his lips finally. Puffs eyes open slowly, a soft meow coming out as he gazes up at Jungkook. Success.

Jungkook sets Puff down in the ground as he starts to wiggle, the fluff ball running off to play with a toy. He turns to you, smug smirk on his face as he steps closer until you’re toe to toe.

“So, ‘bout you callin’ me daddy…?”

[angel-dust-addict]

"Okay, so ya know a lotta musicians. Got it. Should'a probably figuahed that wit' tha whole radio thing," Angel admitted bemusedly.

With Alastor's assent, Angel moved to settle himself in the deer's lap, giving a peck on the cheek as he did so. He wrapped both arms on one side around him and leaned into him, relishing being close. With one of his other hands, he scrolled through his phone until he came across what he was looking for. He had an instrumental version of the song he was currently using.

"This is what I've got fa' my show now," he told Alastor. He hit play and sat up a little straighter as he waited for his cue. When it came, he started singing, his eyes and markings glowing faintly. "Til death do us part, but we're already past dat phase. This is a brand new start, an' I think I deserve some praise fa' tha way that I a~m. Despite havin' overdosed an' endin' up comatose, I don't give a da~mn. I've let my emotions go. Fuck bein' a sober ho."

He had turned his gaze a bit away from Alastor for those last few lines, but looked back over at him as he continued on. "This is tha mantra, this is my life you're playin' with now 'til tha end'a tha night. Surrounded by fire tha passion ignites! A hit'a that heaven an' hell, a helluva high!"

He hit the chorus with a smile that actually looked genuine. His eyes were still glowing as he sang, "I'm addicted to tha madness. This hotel is my Atlantis. We're forever gonna have a fuckin' reason ta sin, let me leave my soul ta burn an' I'll be breathin' it in. I'm addicted ta tha feeling, gettin' higher than tha ceilin' an' we're never gonna want this fuckin' feelin' ta end, just concede and give in to yer inner demons again!"

There was a brief instrumental break before Angel cut back in with, "Just concede an' give in to yer inner demons again." Just once, and then he leaned into Alastor while the music played. He seemed a little awkward sitting still through it, neither moving nor singing.

He straightened back up a he picked up with the next verse. "Yeah, you fell in love, but you fell deeper in this pit. While death rains from above, so count yer blessings 'cause is it. You're not letting it go~. So what if I misbehave? It's what everybody craves. You already kno~w, so come if yer feelin' brave an' fancy yourself a mate. You want it, I got it. See what you like. We could have it all by the end of the night. Your money an' power, my sinful delight. A hit of that heaven an' hell, a helluva high!"

And then he cycled back into the chorus, allowing himself to lean into Alastor a bit rather than worrying about keeping his posture. "I'm addicted to the madness. This hotel is my Atlantis. We're forever gonna have a fuckin' reason ta sin, let me leave my soul ta burn an' I'll be breathin' it in. I'm addicted ta tha feeling, gettin' higher than tha ceilin' an' we're never gonna want this fuckin' feelin' ta end, just concede and give in to yer inner demons again!"

There was another short instrumental break, then the chorus repeated again. A few more bars of music followed that, but once the music stopped, Angel started singing again, adding, "I'm addicted ta tha so~rrow when tha buzz ends. By tomorrow, there's another rush'a poison flowin' inta my veins, givin' me a dose'a pleasure that resides by tha pain. I'm addicted, I'm dependent. Lookin' awesome, feeling helpless. And I know I'm raisin' Cain by every highway in Hell. Maybe things won't be so terrible inside this hotel."

He was still for just a moment after he finished singing. The glow faded from his eyes and he settled in closer against Al. Then, quietly, he explained, "It really ain't supposed ta be just me singin' that. 'Least, it wasn't written fa' just me. Cherri helped me write it an' it's really meant ta be more like a duet. First verse's mine, second's hers. Hers is actually about her asshole of a boyfriend. We wrote it right afta' she ditched 'im an' I moved inta this place. And, uh, tha bit at tha end ain't in my shows. Didn't even let Val hear that fa' him ta tell me ta cut it. It just didn't fit fa' tha show. It's more just me ventin'."

With that, he fell silent, resting his head on the deer's shoulder and just watching Alastor quietly. He knew he sounded better with musical backing. This song was probably also a little easier to hear. It was at least a lot more upbeat. If you didn't pay close attention, it would seem happy. Granted, that last verse sort of ruined that illusion entirely.

The ding that emanated from the deer was telling. Alastor was excited. Perhaps it was just having a new act to fawn over. That was probably it. But that was fine. Angel was more than happy to let Alastor indulge in that.

He didn't immediately move to retrieve his phone, though. Alastor had wrapped an arm around him and nestled his face into the spider's hair. Angel didn't want to dislodge him. After all, he was still marveling slightly at Alastor being so forgiving.

The offer to find musical talent to accompany him did catch his attention. Softly, he replied, "I'm up fa' singin' if ya wanna hear it. An' I'm kinda curious as ta how ya'd come up with musical talent. It's not that I'm doubtin' ya, it's just... not big band or jazz, ya know? You'll see when I get my phone. But, uh, I also don't know why ya'd do that. It's not like I eva' record tha shit I write just ta write it. An' it ain't exactly dat Val said it's not good enough. He ain't heard most of 'em. 'Cause he wouldn't take 'em well. Some of 'em're about him an' he wouldn't take too kindly ta dat."

By which Angel meant coming home cut to ribbons once more would be a distinct possibility, depending on the song. Angel was careful about what he let the moth hear. He had to be.

The spider wasn't really thinking about the possibility of Alastor wanting to record those songs. He didn't even consider it. He had only ever recorded anything when it was for work. And even then, it was mainly so that if he couldn't sing for some reason, he would still have music for his act. And even still, he preferred to simply sing live rather than lipsync. It was likely no one in the audience realized that. They weren't there to hear him sing, after all.

Finally, he shifted to pull himself out of Alastor's embrace. Quickly, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand. But instead of sitting back down - either in seiza or curled up next to Alastor as he had been - he stayed on his knees, looking as though he was waiting for a cue of some sort.

[lovelyunholyc]

NSFW - MINORS + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

content warning: smut, oral (m! receiving), light praise, gender neutral reader. atsumu has the tiniest pair of shorts known to man and boy do they look good on him

you look up from groggily checking the time on your phone when your lovely boyfriend speeds past the doorway of your shared bedroom.

a sly smile creeps onto your lips, and you call out, "where do you think you're going, handsome?"

it's bait and he knows it. he has a regular practice schedule, and you've memorized it by now, even the days when he's more likely to stay later and the different drills they have to do.

atsumu peeks his head in a moment later nonetheless, mischievous grin already in place. "i'm late, darlin'," he says, and doesn't look the least bit regretful or apologetic about it. he'd rolled out of bed mere minutes ago and thrown on a random set of his workout clothes, waking you in the process, and his hair is the perfect kind of messy and soft that gives you the urge to run your fingers through it.

you sit up a little more in your mess of sheets and pillows, knocking one to the floor and making him laugh, though you're pouting back at him. "at least kiss me goodbye."

his grin doesn't slip as he makes his way over to you, bag already slung over his shoulder. "wasn't gonna leave without givin' it to ya, baby."

you rub the sleep from your eyes just as he reaches you and pecks at your lips, and when your vision clears, you can't help your little gasp, eyes widening slightly, brows raised. "'tsumu," you breathe in awe, gaze sliding down his body in appreciation, honing in on the exposed muscle of his thighs, that smooth, golden skin you love so, peeking out at you from the tiny exercise shorts sticking to them that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

not that you needed to imagine.

the man in question only hums in acknowledgement, busy with kissing each of your cheeks and your forehead now, unperturbed by your open ogling.

"'tsumu, i repeat," you start again, swallowing around the saliva that's quickly collected in your mouth, before grasping him gently by the shoulders to get his attention. "where do you think you're going?"

atsumu looks down at you just a little bit confused, until he sees the lustful gleam in your eyes as you stare him up and down in a way that makes him beam with a surge of pride and confidence - a look he knows all too well, that makes his heart start to speed up.

"in these?" you continue, hands at his hips now, thumb stretching the waistband of his shorts and snapping it back against his skin, making him shiver.

he bites his lip to rein in the brilliant grin that threatens to break. "too late to change now, baby," he says, playing along and moving closer to you on the side of the bed, the lecture he can imagine his captain giving him later already fading from his thoughts as he lets his bag fall from his shoulder and onto the floor with a soft thud. he's already late, right? a few more minutes won't make that much of a difference.

"actually, i don't think you should." you rub at his hips and the dip of his waist over his shirt, fingers sliding down to squeeze gently at the supple flesh of his ass and making him jump slightly, chuckling.

"yeah?"

"yeah." you tug him even closer, lick your lips and look up at him, only to see the devilish smirk you wear mirrored back at you. "you look so good, baby."

"ya think so?"

"mhmm," and you sit him down on the edge of the bed so you can kiss him more fully, sparks of desire igniting into a full flame when you straddle him and feel that he's already hard, from your praise and lustful attention alone. "so fucking good, i could just eat you up," and you move your hips against his, making a breath catch in his throat, a soft whimper swallowed down in your kisses. "and i'm going to," and you reach into those tiny little shorts of his to pull his dick out, eliciting a quiet moan when you thumb at the leaking head and trace the prominent vein that lines the underside of his shaft.

you smile at him when you reposition, licking his precum from your fingers and making him groan at the sight before you're situating yourself on your knees on the floor in front of him. "fuck, baby, you're killin' me," he sighs without an ounce of frustration, eyes glittering with mirth instead.

you peel those lovely shorts along with his underwear down and off his strong thighs, lavishing them with affection, the prominent cords of muscle flexing a bit when you nip playfully at them. and when you're finally in between, it's almost euphoric for you too, popping the head of his cock in your mouth and letting his headiness burst on your tongue. "gotta make this quick, since you're late and all," you tease with a wink when you pop off, and it's all he can do to nod and laugh breathlessly. his fingers find your hair, gathering it up in his fist when you lave at his length, coating it in your saliva and earning a deep, satisfied groan when you relax your jaw and slowly inch him in.

by the time the tip of your nose touches the short dark hair at the center of his pelvis, drool drips down your chin, and your instinctual swallow around your mouthful makes his hips twitch.

"f-fuck, that's it, baby," atsumu whines, and your chest swells with pride at the strain in his voice, the unsteadiness of his breathing and the grip he has on the roots of your hair. there's something tender there, too, however, in the way he doesn't cease his praise, even as his voice fluctuates from whispers to moans and back again, gasping about how well you're doing, taking him so sweetly down your throat; in the way his other hand caresses your cheek, catches stray teardrops that leak from the corners of your eyes in exertion.

you both can tell he won't last long, so you double your efforts, tugging at his balls and twisting your fist around what you can't cover with your mouth. atsumu can't help bucking up to chase the wet heat of your mouth, the irresistible sound you make to spur him on when he nudges the back of your throat, cock pulsing against your cheeks, head thrown back and losing himself in your rhythm, the way you almost seem to be enjoying yourself as much as he is.

you pull away once more only to ask a question that nearly makes him cum on the spot, your hand taking over what your mouth had been doing for the moment. "i can take it, okay, gorgeous?" you have the audacity to wink at him, and atsumu swears he could marry you right then and there, with his dick in your hand and your voice raw and huskier than normal from him, reassuring him from your position though he feels like it should be the other way around.

he is gorgeous like this, so lovely with that glazed over look in his eyes, mouth dropped open and brows furrowed, trying to process the pleasure he's feeling so profoundly. he looks as if he could be sculpted from marble, your fingers squeezing at the plush of those irresistible thighs, just to make sure they're real though you're caged between them, and from this close you can freely admire how his abs contract with each drop of bliss you give him, eyes softening at the rare freckles that adorn his pretty skin in places only you've memorized.

wasting no time, you take him back in your mouth, lolling out your tongue to trace at the underside of his cock again, before pulling back to swirl at the head. atsumu squirms in his seat, groans an incoherent string of words he's sure wouldn't make sense in any language or iteration, because you're driving him absolutely insane and god, does he love you. before he knows it you're swallowing him back down your throat, bobbing your head and hollowing out your cheeks. when you pull back again and suction at the swollen tip, hand twisting at the base, his body seizes up, and you know he's done for.

atsumu all but cries out your name, nearly lost in the babble of curses and proclamations of love that escape him. you moan along with him in encouragement, the vibrations of your voice around his length making him shudder pleasantly and curl in towards you, back bowing until he can nearly kiss the top of your head even with your nose pressed snugly to his pelvis, swallowing down all you can, a small dribble of his cum and your spit escaping, dripping down the corner of your mouth.

when he finishes, mind reeling as he gasps for breath, he wipes at the mess on your face and massages your jaw, melting at the loving look in your eyes and laughing breathlessly, disbelievingly. "you're somethin' else," he says, and drags you back up into his lap, kisses you until you're just as breathless, humming at the taste of himself that lingers in your mouth when he pries it open with his tongue, slow and deep, in quiet appreciation.

"and you're really late, baby," you tell him when you manage to gather the willpower to pull away from his lips.

atsumu grins against your cheek, you can feel it scorched into your skin when he trails up the line of your jaw to nip playfully at your earlobe. and then he's moving you, shifting you easily in his strong arms to lay flat on your back on the bed, the speed of the motion evidence of his eagerness. it makes you giggle. he only hums, barely looking up from his self appointed task of branding his lips into every part of you he can, settling in between your thighs. "there's somethin' i gotta do first," he drawls, sending pleasant shivers down your spine as he carefully moves your legs over his shoulders, that dangerous, hungry glitter in his eyes that makes your thighs squeeze around him instinctively.

you laugh, giddy even as your arousal spikes and bleeds into the rest of your body, fingers finding the soft blonde of his bedhead as he ducks his head with a grin just as carefree and joyful.

[honeymaki]

deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺 dilf deku who can’t help givin you all his cum right when you ask for it 🥺🥺🥺 who spoils you rotten n accepts the consequences of turning you into a brat 🥺🥺🥺 deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺🥺

deku deku deku:(( so nice to you, always gives you what you want cause you're his good girl, his best girl, his cute lil cum slut who begs nd begs for his thick, pearly cum even in public:((

bringin' your glossy lips close to his grizzly cheek, pecking him nd whispering how much you want his cum all drippy nd sticky in your panties🥺🥺 in this cute lil cafe he'd brought you too? s'mean of you to even flutter your eyelashes nd say "please daddy, I'll be good I promise," nd he's got you shunted into a quiet bathroom somewhere with your panties tight around your fleshy thighs nd your cute hands all little and barely able to match the way Deku's thrusting his big leaky cock between them:((

he loves it when you beg for his cum, but loves it more, especially, god he adores it when you don't, when you're squirming nd kicking and scratching him nd his big big body over yours🥺🥺 adding to his scars and squealing that he's too deep, that you're gonna tear in two, that he can't cum in you cause there's no space, daddy please, s'too much, too big, too much:(( but big big Deku nd his broad hands smush into the backs of your thighs and squashes you into the mattress and cums buckets🥺🥺 so much, so fuckin much you can hear it spurting out of your abused, puffy lil hole:((, humping you, rutting into you cause he's still cumming nd grunting nd choking like he's a silly virgin, all cause you were too full nd didn't want his cum, Deku's gonna give it to you anyways

[obsessedasusual]

Important Jobs - Chibs Telford x Reader

Pairing: Chibs Telford X Reader

Warnings: Mention of guns, blood, pregnancy, swearing.

Summary: After getting pistol whipped, you and Chibs have a discussion about safety.

Note: Listen... it's short, it's sweet, it's what I needed to wind down after work. I love this man.

“Tara seriously,” you laughed pushing her hand away from where she was holding a cloth to your eyebrow, “I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

“Y/N, the bitch hit you with her gun. You’ve got blood everywhere and a fucking egg forming on your forehead. You are not fine,” she gently pulled the cloth away and you saw her cringe when the bleeding continued, hurriedly pressing it right back on your injury causing you to hiss, “Sorry. This shouldn’t need stitches. You sure you don’t feel dizzy? Sick at all?”

You shook your head, abruptly stopping when Tara grabbed your chin and gave a stern look. You loved your friend, you really did. And it was unbelievably handy having a doctor so handy, especially for times like this. But right now, all you wanted to do was crawl your way down to the dorms and pass out wrapped in a comfortable blanket. It had been a big night.

“No, Tarz. No dizziness, no wooziness, no seeing double, no concussion.” You smiled at the wall but quickly dropped it when you heard a new voice enter the room.

“And no fuckin’ common sense either apparently,” Chibs stood with his arms crossed in the doorway, even though you were hidden by Tara’s form you could feel his glare on you, “Doc, do you mind givin’ me and my lovely lady a minute.”

It wasn’t said as a question. Tara caught your eye and asked you a silent question. You lifted the corner of your lip slightly and nodded, lifting your hand to take hold of the cloth on your eyebrow.

Chibs shifted closer, sharing a look with Tara as she left the room.

“You want to explain what happened tonight, my lovely?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m you would’ve heard by now.”

He sighed deeply, pursing his lips and staring at the wall behind before he made his way over to have a closer look at your injury, “Aye, I heard. What the fuck were you doing wrestling a gun out of that crazy gash’s hands?”

“She was pointing the thing at Tara, Chibs! You should’ve seen her - she would’ve used it. I didn’t think she was gonna fucking pistol whip me.”

He muttered a stop movin’ at your animated explanation, “Ima’s fuckin’ nuts, Y/N. You know that.”

You sighed and nodded lightly. He was right, Ima was nuts. When she’d shown up looking for a night with Jax you knew the evening was going to be anything but boring. You hadn’t expected her to pull a gun on Tara after she’d told her that he wasn’t there and to fuck off. So what if Tara had socked her in the eye first?

Chibs tilted your head up to face him, bending down to give you a light peck, “No more fuckin’ gun fights. That’s my job.”

“How come you get the exciting job.” You joked, gazing up at him. He chuckled and checked the light swelling on your eyebrow.

“Because you, my lovely, have to take it easy while you’re growin’ our babe,” one of his hands drifted down to your noticeable bump, “That’s the most important job.”

You hummed in agreement, “I wish your ‘wee babe’ would hold back on the morning sickness.”

Chibs let out a laugh through his nose and got to his knees in front of you, bringing his forehead to rest on your growing stomach, “I’m sure she’ll make it up to you when she gets here.”

You ran a hand through his greying hair, “She?” You felt him hum against your shirt.

“I know these things. Call it Scottish intuition.”

“I guess wisdom comes with age.” That earned you a pinch on the thigh.

“You’re lucky I love you, you cheeky shite.”

“Could say the same, old man.”

Chibs shook his head and used your thighs to push himself up so he was level with your face, “No more putting yourself in those situations, Y/N. I’m serious.”

You raised a hand to cup his face and brushed your thumb against his cheek, “I know. No more gun fighting. Promise.”

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, “Good lass.”

[sexlapis]

That soft dom Nanami got me thirsting for a full foreplay sess with him 😍 big hands on a plush body, gentle but domineering kisses, grinding on each other to pull a groan out 😮‍💨

a/n: this is longer than it was supposed to be but nanami foreplay is so real

yess…he would take foreplay so srsly too like it’s an event or smth…foreplay with nanami would last so long too, like 2-3 hours of it. making out with him is so dreamy…you’re in his lap & he’s gentle but of course he’s dominating the kiss, his mouth moving slowly with yours leaving you gasping and whimpering in between kisses, leaving ur head all warm n fuzzy..he runs his tongue over your lips, your teeth, leaving a string of salvia connecting you both when you pull away 💓💓💓. you’re rolling your hips against his, dry humping each other like fucking rabbits..just smth so desperate about not even bothering to remove your clothes beforehand. nanami is a patient man but he has his breaking points…proven by when he is pushing you onto the bed and crawls on top of you, givin u a kiss before worshiping your body…

he starts at your neck, littering slow, deliberate marks there…then to your plush chest, tugging and rolling your dark nipples between his fingers getting them all hard…taking handfuls of your chest & massaging them before putting ur nipple in his mouth, sucking & rolling his tongue over it & nibbling on it gently before placing a kiss on it & then repeating it all on your other nipple. nanami jiggles your chest within his big hands before kissing down your body to your stomach..he loves ur soft pudgy stomach sm, running his hands over it leaving goosebumps, biting at it gently, placing soft kisses all over it…his actions have u near tears tbh.nanami moves down ur body lower, completely ignoring the place between your legs (he gently pinches your hips when you whine at that action, saying, “be patient darling..we haven’t even got to the fun part yet.”) hes between ur legs & praising your inner thighs…runs his lips up and down both of them before leaving light pecks & bites on them…the throbbing between ur legs is almost unbearable atp but you love how’s he treating u too much to get him to stop. he kisses down to ur calf kissing each ankle too..loving on every inch of ur body 🥺

nanami then has you on all fours just to admire how pretty you look from behind…smoothing his big hands down your spine making you gasp n shiver..his big hands palming both ur ass, squeezing both cheeks n slapping them gently to watching them jiggle, gripping your hip as a warning when you start to push back against his hand. his hand finally comes to in between your legs, two fingers caressing gently at your cunt…

ok i gotta stop before it gets too long 💀

a/n: send me thirsts abt jjk characters i beg

[maddenleftchat]

An idea I just had: forehead smooches for the yanderes (assuming that the taller ones were sitting/leaning forward/lying down when these happened)

I feel like Dream and Schlatt would be amused by it, since it’s such a small form of affection that you’re giving them

DreamXD, Techno and Wilbur would also be amused, but return the affection (with the voices now constantly demanding your affection)

Blob Dream and Ghostbur both letting out a small gasp/squeak before returning the forehead smooch, or as much as Blob Dream can do as a Blob. Probably just head rubs for him. But they will now surprise you with forehead smooches/head rubs if it looks like you’ve had a bad day. Thoughts?

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Oh boy! A lot of characters :) these are going to be more short and playfully. Not quite my normal head cannons.

Triggers: fluff, reader being mocked for their hight. Possessive behavior, and very mild like yandere behavior. This is safe to read for all.

Enjoy.

Dream

You giving Dream forehead kisses: He would be quite surprised, but happy. Dream would likely have to be either sitting/kneeling down for you to kiss his forehead. If not he’ll tease you by standing on his tippy toes to make himself taller, or he’ll just move out of the way. All while mocking your height (not everyone can be 6’2-or more Dream…)

Dream giving you forehead kisses: No matter where the kiss, it's going to drag on for longer than needed. So for forehead kisses, Dream will wrap an arm around your head to hold you in place while he gives an unneededly long forehead kiss. But he’ll also give you quick pecks randomly. The kisses can be a bit hard pressured sometimes.

Rating:7/10

DreamXD

You giving XD forehead kisses: it’s kinda hard, not gonna lie. But it is possible when he is sitting and working. And it's more like kissing the mask, but he still feels the pressure. XD will be very confused, and will ask what you just did, once you explain it he’ll go silent. He isn’t good with humans and their body language and affection language as a whole. You are as much of a learning experience to him, as he is you. So he will be very touched when you kiss his forehead for the first time.

XD givin you forehead kisses: Sometimes he will lift his mask to give you gentle and soft forehead kisses. But if he isn’t lifting the mask, then he’ll either copy the movement of a forehead kiss and put the bottom of the mask to your forehead and other times he’ll just do a forehead to forehead kinda thing.

Rating: 8/10

BlobDream

You giving Blob forehead kisses: It’s pretty easy to give Blob forehead kisses, when he isn’t moving around a bunch. But when you do kiss his forehead, all movements will stop. It’s like he is frozen in time. This only lasts for a few seconds when he starts to jump up and down at like mock 5. He will waddle and jump around squeaking from victory.

Blob giving you forehead kisses: well… he can’t, but, like XD, he will mock the movement and press his little smile to your forehead. Hopefully you don’t have a bad back, because you’ll have to bend over to let Blob give you forehead kisses. But he also will just nuzzle your cheek and hands.

Rating: 10/10

Wilbur

You giving WIlbur forehead kisses: Wilbur will be amused, but slightly confused of why you are doing this. But he has learned to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Wilbur will literally melt into your touch every time you give him or attempt to give him a forehead kiss. At times when he’s feeling cocky, he’ll make sure you have to use something to help you reach his forehead.

Wilbur giving you forehead kisses: Wilbur had been giving you forehead way before you started giving them to him. But Wilby is an aggressive yandere, so he isn't the most gentle all the time with stuff like this. In turn his forehead kisses will be forced onto you if needed. But the kisses themselves are harsh and just possessive.

Rating: 5/10

Ghostbur

You giving Ghostbur forehead kisses: He would be over the moon, but also a flustered mess. It would take a hot minute for Ghostbur to react and even process the sweet kiss. It is likely that you kissed his forehead while he was in the middle of talking. But when he does it he gets a hilarious expression. (Insert confused Deku face.) Ghostbur, like Wilbur, will melt into your touch with go puppy eyes.

Ghostbur giving you forehead kisses: Ghostbur will first ask you a million times if it's okay that he gives you a forehead kiss. But once you say the required yes a million times, he will give you forehead kisses very often, like when you're having a bad day or something. The kisses themselves are sweet, soft and gentle.

Rating: 10/10

Technoblade

You giving Techno forehead kisses: you will likely do this when he is reading to you. But Techno won’t freeze up like the others, no. He’ll just act like nothing happened and continue reading. Meanwhile deep down the man's heart is palpitating, and the voices are losing their shit. Some of the voices are angry-flustered and others are swooning and awning at how gentle you are. Techno will have a very light blush however.

Techno giving you forehead kisses: Techno’s main love language is physical touch, so after clearing it with you first, forehead kisses are pretty common. Most of the time it's his way of saying good morning and goodnight. It’s a good way to start and end the day with both of you. The kisses themselves are sweet, long, and meaningful.

Rating:9/10

Schlatt

You giving Schlatt forehead kisses: Yeah…no. This man will barely give you the chance. But if you somehow do give him one, he’ll freeze up for a moment. Schlatt would then slowly pull his gaze over to you and glare. He’s not happy on the outside, but he won't yell. He'll just tell you to leave him alone. But, deep down, he did appreciate it. That's if he’s not in a good mood. But if he is in more of a neutral mood/cocky, good mood. Schlatt will make sure you can’t reach his forehead and then mock you about your height. :(

Schlatt giving you forehead kisses: This never happens while you are awake. Schlatt doesn’t want to take the chance, so whenever you are sleeping, that's when he strikes. He’ll give you a fast kiss before getting his ram lookin’ ass out of there. The kisses themselves are actually soft and loving.

Rating: 6/10

[tojigasm]

bloody water pours between my thighs

Character: toji fushiguro | toji zenin

Authors Note: Alright! heres the second part to Toji x pregnant Reader fanfic! I’m currently working on similar piece after this which will be hopefully be posted by next week, I hope you all enjoy! <3

Warnings: graphic depictions of childbirth, cussing, crying, pregnancy, pet names

Synopsis:

“Mnnhhmmm Toji” you cried, whining as you felt the pressure in your belly increase. Suddenly you panicked, the feeling was so immense you nearly collapsed; grasping for Toji as your breath caught in your throat. “Toji, T-Toji, Toji.” 

He caught your arm, holding it up to maneuver you so you could see his face. “I’m right here, whatta need, kid?” He stroked the skin of your wrist, moving his hand from your back to rest on your wet cheek. 

It wasn't that Toji was necessarily afraid of being a father - more so, he feared whether or not you’d survive this. Losing you terrified Toji. 

Your body knew what was happening before your mind fully registered that you were going into labor.

The first time it happened you were cleaning dishes; your stomach cramped unexpectedly as you scrubbed the baby blue sponge over the porcelain of the plate. 

You placed your hand on the corner of the sink to steady yourself, hissing as you brought a hand to grip the underside of your swollen middle. 

Toji was in the living room sharpening his sword, the Shink! of the blade helping to take your mind off the pain momentarily.

 The pain subsided, disappearing as soon as it had arrived. You simply shrugged and continued cleaning. 

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The second time it happened you were sat in Toji’s lap, his hands running over the plumpness of your ass - which had grown due to the pregnancy. Calloused hands squeezed appreciatively at the roundness of it. His mouth pressed to yours in a sweet kiss, contradicting the aggressive pulls and squeezes of his hands.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Toji said, smiling through the kiss. “Givin’ me a lil brat to run around” he placed a hand on your belly, caressing the skin as he moved the hem of your shirt up and over your skin.

You moaned at his praise, holding a hand to his cheek, you moved your head back down to catch him in another kiss. 

Toji pulled away to crane his neck downward, slowly running the rough pads of his thumbs over your tummy; he traced the stretch marks that had painted themselves across your soft skin. 

Blushing, you went to pull his hand away making him swat your palm before you could interrupt his fascination with your body. 

“Stop it.” He muttered and leaned down to kiss the roundness of your belly, continuing down in a line of pecks, “So fuckin’ good for me.” He praised once more, moving his head up to catch your gaze. 

You shook your head, giggling softly and went to reply when a cramp tightened your belly making you gasp and screw your eyes shut. 

“Woah,” Toji rubbed your belly slightly, “Hey, you good, kid?” his worried expression deepened when you shook your head and tried curling in on yourself in an attempt to ease the tightening of your swollen middle. 

Toji watched you shiver and put two in two together, “Shh.” Toji comforted as you took deep breaths, rubbing your back.

When the pain finally released you took a deep inhale and looked at him sheepishly, almost afraid to make eye contact with the bigger man, in fear of being scolded for not telling him you were going into labor. 

“Was that a contraction?” Toji deadpanned. 

Looking everywhere but his eyes, you rubbed the back of your neck, chuckling nervously. ”N-no, I think it was just a kick.” hiding labor from Toji was pointless in the end, the baby was coming either way, but you were terrified - hoping that if Toji wasn't aware it was happening that the reality of you having to give birth wasn’t one you’d have to experience. 

Toji still gave u a bored look, “Oh yeah, cause kicks make you look like you're about to shit out a baby.” 

You blushed at his choice of words and looked down to his hands that were cupping the underside of your middle. 

“Okay…” you shifted a tad, bringing another fit of pain along with your movements you gasped and reached out, placing your hand on Toji’s shoulder and gritting your teeth. “Yeah it's a contraction - oh” you tried laughing through your teeth - being cut off by the searing pain ripping itself throughout your abdomen.  

Toji sat silently, rubbing his hands over the taut skin of your stomach, pressing in random places hoping to relieve the pressure. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked once you let out a shaky breath, signaling the contraction had passed. You nodded and he smiled warmly,.

Toji craned his neck to give you a quick peck and then moved back to get a look at your stomach, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the skin gently. 

You leaned back slightly and placed your hands on his knees, making more room for him. Bringing your hand to his head and carting your fingers through the raven strands, you focused on the softness of his hair to try and distract yourself from the foreseeable pain you were to feel within the now and when your baby arrived.

“You gotta be more nice t’ya momma, squirt.” Toji scolded lightly, rubbing his thumb over the swollen skin. “She’s putin’ in the blood, sweat, and tears to bring you here.” 

You smiled at his teasing and continued to play with his hair, only removing your hand when he moved to sit up straight once more, pulling you against his thick chest and wrapping his arms around you in a loose hug. 

He could feel the tension in your body - a clear sign of the fear that hung in the back of your mind. 

Toji squeezed your sides a bit and you giggled and squirmed making him smile, laughing at your reaction, he brought you back into the hug and placed his chin on your head, running his rough hands up and down your arms. 

“You’ll be okay kid, m’ not gonna let anything happen to ya.” Toji reassured you.

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It had only been 4 hours since your contractions started to get closer together and you swore you were close to your death. 

You rocked back and forth on your hands and knees in the shower, the steam helping to relax your muscles as you felt another contraction rip its way through your womb.

 Toji sat beside you, kneeling and running his hand over the skin of your back, gently massaging the nerves. 

“Mnnhhmmm Toji” you cried, whining as you felt the pressure in your belly increase. Suddenly you panicked, the feeling was so immense you nearly collapsed; grasping for Toji as your breath caught in your throat. “Toji, T-Toji, Toji.” 

He caught your arm, holding it up to maneuver you so you could see his face. 

“I’m right here, whatta need, kid?” He stroked the skin of your wrist, moving his hand from your back to rest on your wet cheek. 

You whimpered, “I think the baby dropped.” you looked back at your belly. You swayed slightly as you tried to get into a more comfortable position, your knees starting to hurt as the shower’s intricate granite design began to imprint the soft skin of your knees.

Toji looked back to your tummy and then back to your eyes, nodding slowly.  

It wasn't that Toji was necessarily afraid of being a father - more so, he feared whether or not you’d survive this. Losing you terrified Toji. 

“Toji?” He was pulled away from his thoughts by your weak voice, you had been at this for hours, how long could you realistically continue in pain like this? 

“Huh, whats up squirt?” He pulled a forced smile in hopes of comforting you. 

“My knees hurt.”

“Okay, honey.”

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Toji took you out of the shower and dressed you in one of his old shirts, the hem of the shirt hanging below your knee and tickling your thighs as toji had carried you into the bedroom- he opted to wear a black t-shirt and sweats. 

You stood by the bed, hands resting on the comforter and you shook in pain, chills running up and down your spine. Toji stood behind you, occasionally leaning over you to whisper sweet words in your ear.

“Toji I can’t.” you panted, your back to Toji’s chest. 

“Shh, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, yeah?” He pressed his nose to the back of your head, inhaling your scent as your body shook in pain. Toji straightened and pulled you up, walking backwards to let you steady yourself.

“Gaggh!” You groaned and bent over, your hands on your knees. “Toji, oh my god, Toji.” 

“Right here.” He was rubbing your back comfortingly. 

“It hurts.” you began to cry, tears falling over your cheeks. You moved your hand to the underside of your belly, the weight pulling you down uncomfortably. 

“Hey, hey c’mere.” Toji moved to kneel down in front of you and kissed your forehead gently, cupping your cheeks and then placing his hands beneath your belly, “M’ gonna try something, kay?”

You could only look at him and whimper, in too much pain to fully register he was even speaking. 

Toji placed both his hands on either of your knees and began to push against them, widening your stance. 

Your legs weakened at the uncomfortable position, knees buckling as you came into a squat, Toji released his hold on your legs to catch you; preventing your fragile body from hitting the floor.

“That feel better?” 

“Mmm'' You hummed through your lips, grimacing as your body struggled to become comfortable with your spread position. Truthfully, the position did help, the weight of your belly no longer causing your back to strain. 

You sat in your position for a few minutes, the gravity helping your contractions move along a tad smoother than they had been. 

Toji stayed by you the entire time; whispering soft praises and helping you adjust when your muscles began to ache. 

“Toji this one feels different.” Your eyes widened, staring at the polished floor beneath you. The pain felt heavy, tightening around your tummy making you feel nauseous. 

“Yeah? How’s it feel, baby?” Toji sat in a squat in front of you, holding you in a hug, massaging your shoulders every few minutes or so. 

“Like- like - I don't know!” tears welled up in your eyes and you hunched as you felt the contraction wash over you, grasping your small hands around Toji’s forearms and squeezing, nails digging into his skin. 

“Toji-Toji - ‘m- ah!” The pain fell over our body in rivets making you groan deeply, tucking your head into Toji’s shoulder. 

“Shh…so good for me y/n, so good.” He praised while moving his hands from your shoulders down to your waist, pressing downward to angle them inwards. 

A soft pop was heard before fluid trickled down the inside of your thighs and pooled at your sock covered feet. 

Gasping, you took a hand from Toji’s arm to reach between your legs, feeling around before you brought your hand back up, a small amount of blood covering your fingers making you panic. 

Logically, you knew that this was to be expected.

You and Toji had watched a couple of home birthing movies over the past months of your pregnancy- well, more so you trying to pay attention while toji made snide comments, aware of your nervousness, an attempt at trying to get you to laugh. 

What you had failed to realize though was Toji was perceptive, you knew that much, but he had those movies memorized like the back of his hand. 

You looked up at Toji, hands shaking as your eyes were glued to the sticky fluid on your fingers. 

“Toji…” Your breath had begun to pick up. 

“Hey, hey, hey you're okay, that’s just your water, you're okay, just means the lil brat is gonna start moving soon.” He explained, helping you to stand, your hand cupping your middle. 

Toji rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, coming back into the room to wipe your fingers off, rubbing them clean gently.

You weren't ready for this. You weren't prepared to give birth. What if the baby got stuck, what then?

Toji noticed your blank stare and furrowed his brows before he threw the towel behind him aimlessly and brought his hands to cup your cheek. 

Toji’s grasp on your cheeks brought you out of your haze making you turn to focus on Toji, pupils dilated and tears threatening to spill over your raw cheeks. 

“Hi there.” He smiled, and rubbed your cheeks with his thumb softly, “You doing’ okay?”

You were not doing “okay”. 

“Toji- Toji I'm so scared.” your lips quivered and you bit your bottom lip in futile attempt to quell your tears. 

“That’s okay, baby, look at me, kay?” He cupped your jaw in one hand and placed the other on your belly. 

“M’ not gonna let anything happen to you. Nothin’ at all, we’re gonna get the lil shit outta ya and you’re gonna get to hold your baby, okay?” Toji spoke sternly, letting you know he had no other intentions besides what he just promised you. 

“You promise?’ the tears spilled over, you loved Toji so much. 

Toji cooed. “Of course, baby, of course I promise.” He brought your face to his, kissing your lips. 

Pulling apart he placed another quick peck on your lips before rubbing your thighs gently. 

Suddenly you groaned as another contraction washed over you, “I think we’re gettin’ close huh sweetcheeks.” Toji stated as he watched your face tighten up in a grimace. “Want me to check ya?” he said and motioned with his head to between your legs, resulting in a shy look from you as you nodded bashfully. 

Toji picked up up bridal style and carried you tot he bed, resting you on the expensive furs before moving between your legs, spreading them and grabbing a pillow to place beneath your back, helping you to move as he maneuvered the fluffed pillow under you. “What’s gotcha so embarrassed munchkin?” He smirked as you whipped your head up to look at him.

“I dunno.” You lied. It wasn’t like Toji hadn't seen you naked before - it’s just, he had never seen you in such a vulnerable state, Toji massaged the inner side of your thigh breaking your mess of thoughts. 

“Hey, nothin’ I haven’t seen before,” he joked before clearing his throat, understanding you weren't in the mood to joke, “Hey, kid, lemme know if i hurtcha or something, kay?” 

You nodded and gulped as you spread your legs a tad more, your face becoming warm with embarrassment. 

Toji grabbed a fur blanket from the end of the bed and placed it over your lap, covering your stomach in the process. 

he leaned forward and brought his hand to your cheek, kissing you once more before slowly backing away and leaning down to your belly, stroking your skin under the blanket’s soft fur. “Daddy’s gonna take care good care of you and mommy, huh brat?” He smiled and pressed a kiss to the blanket covered bump.

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You were dying. You had to be, there was no other way to describe the riveting pain that ran itself through your body, shocking your nerves, making your knees shake and your skin crawl. 

“Toji please,” you said mumbled through a pant “please, just make it stop.” 

You couldn't breathe - you felt like your lungs were being crushed, your legs had gone numb, pins and needles stabbing into the heels of your sock clad feet and running up the muscles of your swollen caves. Child birth was not fair.

Toji sat behind you, his chest to your back and his arms beneath your own, stroking the taut skin of your belly. You had removed your (Toji’s) shirt over an hour ago when it had begun to stick to your skin. 

“Shh...c’mon, c’mon another push for me please.” Toji whispered into the back of your head, the scent of your shampoo claiming his nerves slightly before he was put on edge again. 

“I cant. Toji, really, I can't.” you were so exhausted. 

“Yes you can.” Toji hoisted you up to be sitting more upright, the abrupt change in position startled you and filled your veins with adrenaline. 

“Kay, on three you're gonna give me a big push, okay?” Toji bent his head over your shoulder to kiss your cheek, speaking against your damp skin as he did so. 

You nodded and readjusted yourself as much as you could, gripping your hands on his muscled thighs which sat on either side of you. 

“You ready?” Toji asked, rubbing his hands up and down your arms comfortingly. 

“Mhm” you nodded again, preparing yourself for the inevitable contraction. Right as the first tendrils of pain passed through your belly you grit your teeth and pushed, your eyes screwed shut. 

Toji whispered soft praises as you groaned. “Such a good girl for me.”

You tried to focus on Toji’s soft words but your mind couldn't seem to grab onto one thing besides getting your baby out. You had been pushing for hours and felt nothing at all besides when the baby had dropped before your current predicament. Then a thought occurred to you, your emotional state heightening your fear - coming up with the worst possible explanation.

The baby wasn't moving. 

Hissing through your teeth as you continued to push, you leaned back into Toji’s hold, his hands coming around you to cup your knees and bring them farther towards you. 

“He’s not moving Toji.” you said through your teeth, body shaking as you struggled to breathe. “Toji he's not moving!” you began to cry, letting your legs go limp in Toji’s hold and collapsing against his chest. 

“Honey, I promise you he’s moving.” Toji kissed the top of your head. His eyes coming into focus with your belly, small droplets of sweat were collected along the curve of it. It was at this moment Toji wished he would have hired a housewife, someone to let you know what was happening and to guide you through it. But with the line of work Toji was in, he couldn't risk putting you or his child in danger of being exposed to someone besides himself.  

“Breathe y/n” Toji craned his neck to look at you, your features were scrunched up . 

“Kid, open your mouth.” 

You shook your head, your face becoming pale as you held off your breath. 

“C’mon, baby breathe please.” Toji sounded like he was on the verge of tears. 

Any other time he would've simply shrugged and walked away from a situation where he felt weak; but you were his baby. 

Finally you released a deep breath and gasped as air filled your lungs again. “Toji I can’t feel him moving, I can't feel him, what if he’s stuck- oh my god what if he cant get out?” 

“Kid, he’s not stuck...he’s coming okay, you’ve gotta relax.” he rubbed your arms again and you leaned against him, relishing in the few moments of relief you got before the next contraction came. “You’re stressing’ yourself out sweetpea.” he placed his chin atop your head and listened to you pant. 

“I’m scared, I’m really, really scared.” your voice warbled. 

“Shhh, I told ya, m’ not gonna let anything happen to you sweetcheeks.” he massaged your skin gently. 

“Toji?” 

“Yeah, kid?” 

“I needa move.”

“Okay baby.” 

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Your legs were beginning to twitch from supporting your weight for so long. 

You sat in a squat, your legs spread and your hands seizing the fabric of the shirt Toji wore. 

Toji sat in a squat in front of you, hands holding the tops of your spread thighs, massaging the skin, preparing himself to help crown the baby.

“Ya doin’ okay?” Toji was looking between your legs as he asked, quirking his head a tad to look up at you, his hair falling over his lashes. 

You nodded through a sob “Y-yeah- ah!” another contraction ripped itself through your body making you curl in on yourself, dropping a hand from Tojis shoulder to cup your belly. 

“‘Toji, he’s stuck.” you gulped, eyes wide as you stared at the ground. 

“Kid, he’s not stuck,” he rubbed your thighs with his rough thumbs. “And if he is stuck-” 

You quickly whipped your head up in fear to look at Toji. 

“- which he’s not, I’ll get the lil shit out and I’ll do it so fast you won’t even know what happened.” Toji smiled at your weak chuckle and leaned in to kiss your forehead before bringing a  hand to where your own was wrapped around your swollen tummy. 

“Kay, gimme another push, you can do this brat.” Toji nodded through his words, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. 

You nodded in agreement and bore down to push, your legs widening; a white hot pain stroke itself through your opening. 

“Toji, it burns!” You threw your head back to cry out as you continued to push. 

Toji took his hand from your belly to place both in a cupping position beneath you. “That’s okay kid, just means the baby’s crowning.” Toji watched your body carefully; every twitch and jump alerting himself to how far you were. 

Suddenly the pain spread itself throughout the entire bottom half of your body, spreading through your legs and numbing your toes in complete agony as you pushed. 

“Ta- agh!” you hissed and pushed again. 

“Keep your push, right there sweetheart, I can see his head.” Toji stuck his tongue out to lay across his bottom lip, eyes zoned in on the small tuft of hair that would've been nearly invisible to the naked eye. 

“It hurts, oh my god it hurts.” you hissed and bore down again, your swollen lips drawing into a straight line. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” Toji interrupted you. 

“Why? What's going on?” you heaved. 

“Nothin’ relax.” Toji looked up at you and scoffed lightly, “You just gotta let yourself breathe, you're gonna pass out.” 

You went to say something when another contraction shook your core again. 

“Oh god, help, Toji, help me!” You could feel the baby began to crown, your legs widening to accommodate. 

“I’m right here, sweetie, you're doing so good.” Toji looked at you, putting his hand between your legs and feeling around, focusing on what he was doing as he copied breathing with you. 

“In-” He took an exaggerated inhale “And out” he exhaled dramatically and you copied, the breathing exercise going on for a couple of seconds.

“Whew!” Toji laughed, shaking his head a bit, “Getting' dizzy haha.”

You side eyed him which he returned a sheepish smile at your look, the small moment being interrupted when you groaned again, squeezing your eyes shut and curling in again to push. 

Toji was watching your expressions, on alert for anything that would signal to him that he needed to do this himself; he wouldn't dare risking your life. This baby was the best thing to happen to either of you - but he’d save you in the end. Part of him felt guilty for that while the other just wanted to keep you safe. 

“Stop staring at me.” you strained as you focused on pushing. 

“How’d you know I was staring?” 

“You were being quiet.” you laughed lightly “Ah, Toji, he’s coming.” you cried. 

Toji barely had a second to register what you had said before as his attention went solely onto you, moving his hands to cup underneath you, he felt the head of the baby come into his palms. 

“Can you feel him?” your eyes were still closed, partly from the pain, and partly in fear of what’d you’d see when you looked down between your plush thighs. 

“Yeah, kid, I got him, don’t worry, just keep breathing brat.” He cupped the baby’s head, letting you push again as he helped maneuver the top of the head out. 

“Ah! gentle, please- it hurts.” you sniffled and opened your eyes, craning your neck to try and see over the curve of your belly before Toji pushed your head back up. 

“You’ll hurt your neck.” he scolded, taking your hand from his shoulder and bringing it around your middle to where his own was resting on the small head making you gasp at the small touch. 

“Th- that's him?” you looked at Toji for reassurance, too tired to fully register whether or not what was happening was real. 

Toji chuckled at your expression, “Yeah, kid, that’s our lil brat, now c’mon so we can get the shit outta ya.” He looked back down to between your legs and moved your hand back to his shoulder, grounding you as you pushed again. 

“Oh, wait, wait, wait- right there, one more big push, his nose is almost out.” Toji readjusted his weight on his feet, stepping side to side slightly. 

You pushed again, a smooth pop! Filling out your body as you felt the head slip out of your body. 

“Oh there he is,” Toji stroked the small tuft of black hair on the smooth skin of the baby’s head “Hey, lil bud, you ready to come out finally?” Toji jokes. 

You still sat in your squat, eyes closed and taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down, brows furrowing at times when a small jerk of pain would make you jump. 

“You okay?” Toji asked, baby’s head still in his hands, looking up at you. 

You nodded, trying to stop yourself from crying. 

“You’re okay baby, I’m right here, Toji’s right here okay. If you needa cry then cry.” he reached up and kissed your forehead. 

You shivered lightly and began to push again, the shoulders slowly breaching your body. 

“So good, so good, he’s almost out.” Toji encouraged and pulled lightly at the shoulder being pushed from your body. “C’mon just one more big push, you’re so close.” 

“Fuck!” You exclaimed and bore down once more. 

Finally the shoulder slipped out, followed by the baby’s body, falling into Toji’s grasp, his huge hands dwarfing the baby. 

You fell back onto your bum at the release of the baby, going to reach for him as Toji peeled off his shirt and wrapped the small infant in it, swaddling him and handing him over to you. 

You cupped the baby in your hold, hands shaking as you ran your finger over the plumpness of his cheek. 

“Hey Megumi” you smiled through tears, leaning down to kiss your baby’s head before looking for Toji who had grabbed a blanket and was wrapping you in it. 

Squatting behind you, he leaned over your shoulder to turn your head and kiss you. 

“Hold his head, honey, like this- there you go.” Toji praised and brought his hand under your own, helping to support Megumi. 

“Toji, he’s so pretty.” You cried, holding your baby to your chest in awe over the precious baby you made. 

“Yeah, he is.” Toji pressed his nose to your cheek, kissing away some of the tears that had fallen down your raw cheeks. “So pretty.” 

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Toji had helped you deliver the afterbirth and clean you up, the two of you resting in the metal tub with Megumi in your hold.

Your back to Toji’s chest, letting the water soothe your muscles as you cradled your son in your arms. 

Toji had his head leaned back against the edge of the tub, his arms on either of you. Eyes closed as he relaxed when suddenly he felt you move awkwardly, making him sit up immediately, his parental instincts going to cup Megumi and you at the same time making you laugh. 

“I’m okay honey, my arm was just cramping up a bit.” You looked over your shoulder to smile warmly at him. “You wanna hold him?” you turned to offer his baby to him. 

“Mhm.” Toji put his hands out to take Megumi from you, cupping him against this thick chest. Megumi snuggled into his dad’s hold, reaching out with his small hands and looking around, taking in his surroundings. 

Toji offered a finger for Megumi to hold onto, his small hand coming up to wrap around the rough finger. 

“You’re such a good daddy.” You smiled, watching your family lovingly. 

Toji hummed, moving his finger around as a means to entertain his baby. 

“Wanna have another.” Toji stated, not taking his eyes off Megumi. 

“What?” 

“Wanna give him a sister.” Toji informed you. No matter what anyone said, Toji would never admit it, but ever since he was teenager he knew he wanted a daughter. Something about having a baby girl was so special to him, something about having another you around the house was special to him. 

“You crawled over to Toji and leaned against his chest, making him remove his finger from Megumi’s hold to wrap his arm around you and hold you against him. 

“Thank you.” Toji started and watched his son yawn, “Thankyou for everything.”