#maybe I can just pop open a random word generator and see what calls out to me

[arolesbianism]

I am thinking very very hard abt the toy world guys and oh baby I love dropping in disturbing lore bits that are just sorta dripped into the actual plot and otherwise are not explained <3

[lemonandlime22]

Twisted wonderland character react to mother Mc that came to wonderland with a baby If it is ok you don’t have to if you don’t want to

Parent!Yuu coming to Twisted Wonderland with their child

Warning(s): teen parent reader, cussing, not edited

A/N: You didn't specify what characters so its just ganna be general hc. Keeping it gn cause I dont write fem readers rn.

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Grim opens you coffin and finds you holding a crying baby then slowly closes it

both you and ya kid have your own robes and Grim tries to convince you to him him your baby's.

Crowley passes out thinking that the black carriage just picked up two kids and your parents were going to sue him all to hell

then you tell him that its your child and he's all better

cause you can't sue him :).

Grim always refers to himself when around the baby as uncle Grim

he will cry if the bbys first words aren't his name.

The ghost will babysit for you a lot, their its unofficial godparents

they also like to put the baby back to sleep when they cry I the middle of the night.

Train gives you some pointers on random parenting things, he also is happy to last minute babysit for you when you have pop quizzes or anything like that

same with most of the other teachers,

Vargas will do little baby exercises with them while you run laps or wtf you have to do that day

Crowley would offer to help, but please be my the responsible choice and never leave him alone with your child.

You two are always welcome to unbirthday parties, Trey will make baby food for them or baby friendly foods he also will be happy to teach you how to properly brush their teeth

Deuce and Ace love playing and entertaining them, Cater take so many pics of them

Riddle tries his best to get along with the baby but it's very awkward, which is also rly cute.

Take them to Leona and he'll throw yall out, he already has one brat to deal with he doesn't want another.

Ruggie will give you some easy food recopies for you to make that the baby can have

Jack will babysit in the early mornings on occasion by taking them out for a run with him in one of those chest/back strap things.

Do not on any occasion let Floyd hold your baby, he will throw them up into outer space!

Jade will try to give them some mushrooms so just to be safe keep your distance with him too

Azul will have war type flashbacks from seeing you chubby baby.

Kalim is spoiling the shit out of your child, he's also happy to babysit he's got more experience then most with how many little siblings he has

Jamil doesn't mind being around the mushy thing if it's not annoying.

Epel LOVES them! their just the right amount of chaos he needs to stay sane, plus they might remind him of some of the kids in his family or home town

Rook is another happy babysitter, likes to put his hat on them even though its way to big for them

keep the tf away from Vil, on his request

especially if they have ever or have come close to fucking up his makeup or hair or anything like that.

Ortho enjoys playing with them, he thinks their so interesting, also would love to hang out with them but Idia refuses to allow kids

especially babies

anywhere near his room.

Be carful, Lilia might try to adopt them, maybe both of you and he'll be a grandpa

he hasn't decided yet

he also might try and teach them to call him grandpa and Silver uncle

also for some reason, prob the animals that are always around him, your kid loves Silver

Sebek contently makes your baby cry cause of how loud he is, he also yells/scolds at them if they ever cry while Lilia or Malleus hold them

Malleus is basically their unofficial dad, he adores them and spending time with them, even giving them gifts

not just toys tho like things they need

this man even reads parenting books!

fuck after a while he might even start a collage fund for them.

Anyway-

Good luck raising your kid here!

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[13as07]

Gift

(Rock Lee)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: @randomwords-world

Word Count: 3,323

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Pregnancy Trope Alert (cause I think it'll be cute); Also, Lee would 100% be the Dad to pass out in the delivery room

Neji still isn't dead because I refuse to believe it and I'm a bit pissed off about it still

Part Two?

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     Neji waddles around after me in the kitchen, helping me prep the food for the party going on in the living room. Ever since Mr Know-It-All found out I was pregnant, he's been my personal guard dog, insisting on helping me until I tell Lee about it. He swears he'll back off after, but seeing how he was for Hinata's pregnancy I doubt that's true. Maybe I'll get lucky and be able to squeeze out of it on the ruling of "Best Friend's Wife" but I doubt that as well. 

     "Lee-Chan, you look ridiculous," he mutters for the hundredth time, referring to the mask I've chosen to wear over my face while we're in the kitchen. The mask that he snatches away from me.

     For whatever reason tomatoes seem to trigger my morning sickness - that seems to be more of an all-day sickness - and Lee wanted curry for his Birthday lunch, which requires tomatoes. So, I've spent the day constantly throwing up as I've prepared the curry, the side dishes, and the appetizers.

     "Just let me worry about the curry, won't you woman?" Neji gently teases, snatching the wooden spoon from me before using it to give a playful tap to my hand. "Go take the cheese trays and such out to the party and spend some time with your husband."

     "I'm finally, Nej. I can handle the food," I try to fight back, a smile spreading on my face because of the demanding man.

     "As this generation's voted big brother, I'm telling you no. Go spend time with Lee," He bites back, hand on his hip and the spoon waving around in the air as he lectures me.

     "Who voted for that?"

     "Me," Neji answers, eyes locked on me for a second before flicking towards the door, nonverbally ordering me to leave. I let out a sigh but give in and pick up one of the cheese trays before heading toward the living room. "Thank you," he says more to himself than me. What a diva Neji turned out to be.

      Welcomebacks are thrown at me by the partygoers; friends, colleagues, and random civilians who have come to stay for the party or popped in to give Lee a quick "Happy Birthday". For the past hour or so our front door has been propped open with constant foot traffic in and out. I'm going to have to mop tomorrow.

     It doesn't take long for Rock to see me, his smile somehow growing more once his eyes land on me. He's such a lover boy and he's going to be such a good father. "There you are, my pretty midnight Orchid," he calls, instantly leaving the people he's talking with to come greet me.

     "Here I am," I repeat, setting the serving plate on the long table packed with food. I start messing with the table, stacking the empty trays and piling up the trash to be thrown away.

     "You've done enough already, my precious Orchid," Rock mutters, scooping my hands between his. Our hands are folded together, mine in the middle and his covering mine as his head bows down. My lover boy wastes no time brushing kisses over every inch of skin stretched across my finger. "Sit down for a moment, or at least come stand with me for a while. I feel like I've barely seen you since the guests have gotten here."

     "I'm sorry, Rocky. I'm just trying to make sure the food comes out right and such."

     His smile doesn't waiver as he looks at me, as happy as ever to be looking at and touching me. I swear no matter how long we're together I don't think the honeymoon phase is ever going to end with Rock. "I know, beautiful. I appreciate all of it, I really do. I didn't see Neji leave the kitchen so I'm sure he's handling everything and even if he's not, our guests will be fine if you take a few moments to spend with me."

     "You're dumb, Rocky," I mutter, warmth climbing up my cheeks at how eager my husband is to spend time with me. I swear he jumped off the pages of one of those romance books.

     "Well if wanting to spend time with my lady is dumb, then I'm as dumb as they come, Chamomile." I laugh at his joke, leaning forward to steal a kiss. He eagerly returns it, a hand curling around my wrist as the other one slides up to cup my cheek. "Your lips always taste so sweet," he hums dreamily when we pull apart, the hand on my cheek moving again to twirl a piece of my hair. "If all I got was you today, I could die a happy man. Do you know that my precious Poppy?"

     I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks, the darkening of my blush widening Rock's smile. I swear it's harder for him not to compliment me than it is for him to compliment me. "I'm glad but I'm sure you'll change your mind after you open your gifts."

    His smile loosens a bit, confusion trapped in his eyes as he searches my face. His hands clamp around mine again, tugged up to his lips so he can decorate my fingertips in kisses. "Dandelion, no material item could ever make me as happy as you have. I'm sorry if I've done something to make you feel that way."

     I laugh again, the present I for Rock rolling around in my head as I watch his mini-panic. "You haven't. Don't think too much about it, okay? It'll make sense later. I just know I got you a really good present this year."

     "Still, no matter what you got me, you'll always make me the happiest."

     "I don't think so," I tease, my cheeks starting to hurt from my smile and the secret of his present resting on the tip of my tongue.

     "What is this great gift you got me then, Lotus?" He teases back, his kisses now slowly traveling across my wrist, and beelining up my arm.

     "You have to wait until you open your gifts and I had Neji hide mine so it's the last one you open."

     Rick's eyes jump up to lock with mine, amusement present in them along with his soft laugh. "Well, I'll just have to open my presents now then if I want to find out."

     "You're the Birthday Boy. Anything you say goes today," I remind him, instantly getting dragged into the middle of the room. I guess he's excited to see what I got him.

     "Hey, Naruto," Rock calls, holding my hand as he helps to settle me on the ground. The new dad turns his attention, his son curled up in his arms. Boruto came out the spitting image of his father, which I find adorable. Will our kid look that much like Rock? I hope so. "Do you mind going to grab Neji from the kitchen so I can open my gifts?"

     "Sure," Naruto mutters, carefully placing his baby back into Hinata's arms.

     As he leaves the room, Rock settles on the floor next to me. His hand is instantly wrapped around mine again, placing our knotted fingers in his knee. "I can't believe you're making me open you're present last."

     "Like I told you, it's the best one. Best for last," I tease, taking the drink Tenten offers me. I glance into the cup, being met with a dark purple color and a cranberry scent. Is it normal cranberry juice or cranberry vodka? It's hard to tell seeing how Sakura and her have been making cranberry vodkas for everyone during the party.

     "Hello," Neji greets me out of no where, his hand on my shoulder. He plucks the cup out of my hand, tasting it before he walks away, off to go make me a nonalcoholic cranberry juice.

      "Do... do you want me to make you another one?" Tenten asks, her eyes, and a finger jumping between Neji and me.

     "I think Neji has it under control," I tell her, sending her a smile. She looks me up and down for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. After all, it's out of character for her squad mate to stroll up and snatch a cup out of someone's hands. It's even more out of character for him to stroll away with the drink after.

     Tenten - and now Rock - both look confused as Neji settles in front of me. He looks down at the cups like he can't remember which is which, before taking a sip from both. "This one's yours," he mutters, handing me one of the cups.

     "Thank you," I murmur back, taking two or three sips from the plastic cup before settling it on the floor. "Alright, Rock," I say, squeezing his hand as I turn my attention toward him. "Are you ready for your gifts?" I ask him, starting to climb to my feet.

     Neji appears out of thin air, again, to settle a hand on my shoulder, keeping me seated on the floor. "I'll grab his gifts. You relax," he orders, nodding his head to confirm his ruling. Once again, he floats away, heading off the gift table to collect Rock's presents.

     "So, Neji is being weird," Rock chuckles, glancing at his friend before he smiles at me. "Is he dying or something?"

     The empty question makes me laugh, my head tipping to rest on his shoulder. "That'll make sense after you open your gift too."

     "I think you should let me open your gift first," Rocky says, shaking his head back and forth to softly tap it against mine. "Even if the best things are better last."

     "That's something you have to talk to Neji about. I'm so excited about it that I had him hide it so I couldn't give it to you early."

     "Talk to me about what?" Rock's squad mate asks, appearing beside us with a stack of presents he's working towards the floor. I swear we should invest in getting Neji a bell.

     "Where you hide my Sunflower's present for me so I can open it first."

     "I think it would be best if you opened her gift last," Neji mutters, situating the gifts so the growing crowd can see Rock but he can still reach everything.

     "But I want to open it first."

     Neji lets out a long, disapproving sigh as he straightens himself. "Fine, I'll be right back," he grumbles, disappearing to go retrieve the gift from whatever hidy-hole he stuck it in. As we wait, Rocky's focus is on me, his hand squeezing mine, kisses being littered across my forehead, and his free hand repeatedly brushing the hair out of my face so he can continue to litter me in kisses.

     "Alright, alright," Neji calls when he returns, gathering the attention of the room. "You all need to pay attention to this gift. I don't care if you pay attention after, but this is the important one," he announces, handing the gift to Rock before he floats away again. It takes a second but I find him stashed away in the group of people, camera in his hold and pressed to his face as he prepares to snap pictures of his friend's reaction.

     Rock settles the tan-wrapped box in front of himself, eyeing me as he toys with the bow on top. "What's so important about this present?" He asks, carefully tugging on the ribbons to undo the bow.

     "Just open it," I giggle, lifting my head off him before I knock my shoulder against his.

     He knocks his shoulder against mine in return, happiness radiating off of him as he carefully unwraps the package. Everyone holds their breath as Rocky carefully opens the box. My excitement and want to burst out the secret steers in my stomach as I watch him remove the cover tissue paper.

     Confusion flickers over his face as he looks down at the first layer of the present; the three positive pregnancy tests in plastic wrap, a copy of my first ultrasound, marked with a red circle to show where our baby is in the picture since I was only five weeks along, and a copy of the ultrasound Neji took me to last week. I was ten weeks along in that photo, so the picture of our baby is a lot more defined.

     "Darling," Rock calls, showing me the photos as if I wasn't the one to put them in there. "I'm sorry but I'm confused."

     "Just keep going," I tell him, taking the items from him. I place the baggy on the floor, but hand the photos to Tenten for safekeeping. As soon as she sees them, I can see the pieces snap into place; she's finally putting together Neji's weird behaviors.

     Rocky still looks confused but obeys, taking out the piece of tissue paper that separates the two layers of his gift. He pulls out the deep green knitted blanket, a project I'm quite impressed Gai managed to get done in a couple of weeks. Rock unfolds the blanket, showing us the dark black letters in the center; 'Might and Lee Legacy in the making'.

     "Aw, that's cute," he mutters, turning the blanket around to hold it up to the crowd. My smile grows as I watch confusion crawl onto everyone's faces, eyes flickering my way. Well, everyone but Gai and Neji; the younger boy is still behind the camera and Gai almost bouncing in his wheelchair as he whispers to my Sensei.

     "It's a little small though," he adds pointing out how the blanket could only cover half of him at most. "It's still perfect, Lavender," Rocky quickly adds, carefully folding the blanket.

     "There are two more things in your box," I mutter, tipping the box my way so Tenten can get a pick into it. Tears are rolling down her face, curving around her smile as she looks at the pictures of her future niece or nephew. "Take them out at the same time."

     "Yes ma'am," he eagerly answers, resting the blanket on his lap before he pulls out the last two items. He unfolds the shirt, his smile growing as he reads over the text. 'Lee Lifting Squad' is carefully pressed into the shirt. "Cute. Did you get me matching shorts too?" He teases, showing the shirt to the crowd before folding it and adding it to the pile on his lap.

     "Not quite," I mutter, locking my eyes on his face, eagerly waiting for the relaxation to hit.

     "I don't get how any of this goes with the pictures or the sticks," Rocky mutters, unfolding the onesie with matching writing to his new shirt. Confusion filters through his features again as he lifts the onesie, his head slowly turning towards me. "Did... you... get the cat an outfit?" He asks, turning the cloth around to show the group.

     Gasps and shouts of joy fill the room, snapping Rock's head away from me. "I'm confused," he mutters, looking at the baby outfit again.

     "What is that?" I ask, pointing to his hands.

     "A onesie?"

     "Alright, what's that?" I continue, pointing at his lap.

     "A blanket, my Cherry Blossom. I'm still confused."

     I hush him, picking up the baggy and waving it around a bit. "What are these?"

     "Pregnancy tests?" He mutters, glancing between his presents and me. "Oh, Lord, you're pregnant," he whispers, clinging to the onesie. "Dear Lord, you're pregnant!" He repeats, dropping the cloth before lunging at me. Rocky wraps his arms around my neck, holding me as he pulls me into his chest. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," he says on repeat, rocking us back and forth as he clings to me.

     I giggle, stamping kisses onto his cheek as I hold onto his arms. The party-goers cheer, a few of Rock's friends egging him for not catching wind of what was going on sooner. "Congratulations, Dad."

     "Congratulations, Mom," he echos, his voice shaky with happy tears. "Oh dear, is this why Neji has been all weird recently?" Rocky asks, pulling away a bit, one hand holding onto my neck as the other one jumps down to feel my stomach.

     "Ya," I mutter, resting my head against his arm.

     "You told Neji before me?" He teasingly cries, leaning forward to litter my face with kisses, his hand rubbing circles into my stomach.

     "That's what happens when you have a genius as a best friend."

     "You tell anyone else before me?" He asks, resting his forehead against mine. His wide eyes stare into mine, happy tears spilling down his cheeks.

     "Just Gai so he could make the blanket for your present."

     Rocky chuckles, leaning forward to crash his lips against mine. "I'm going to be a dad," he breathes out when we pull apart, laying quick small pecks to my lips. "You're going to be a mom."

     "Alright, you've hogged my daughter-in-law and my grandbaby enough," Gai's deep voice booms, pulling our attention toward him. He's eagerly wheeling himself forward, Kakashi following close behind.

     My husband chuckles at his Sensei, pulling away from me to climb to his feet. Once he's up, Rock grabs my hands, helping me climb to my feet. "Hey Gai," I greet, bending down to hug him.

     "Hello, Little Lotus," he mutters, wrapping his arms around me. "Can I feel your stomach now?"

     "Ya, you can," I chuckle, pulling away from my Husband's surrogate father.

     Gai is vibrating almost as much as Rocky, carefully placing his hand on my small baby bump. "Hello, Littler Lotus," he mutters, rubbing his hand across my stomach. "I'm your grandpa who's going to get you in so much terrible. You're going to call me Pop-Pop," he turns around, snagging Kakashi's hand to add it to my stomach.

     "Gai," Kakashi starts, trying to pull his hand away. "You can't just do that."

     "It's fine," I giggle, resting my hand on top of his. "I don't mind you touching my belly, Grandpa," I tease, shooting my Sensei a smile.

     "This is your other grandpa. You're going to call him Grump because he's always grumpy."

     Rock is vibrating so much that he's bouncing on his feet, eagerness spilling from me. Before he can stop himself, he's attached to me again, arms around my shoulders and kisses being stamped to my face.

     "I can't believe you told Gai before me," Kakashi grumbles, rubbing a few small circles against me before pulling his hand away. "And your kid is not calling me Grump."

     "They totally are," Gai coos, his focus mostly on Rock and my unborn baby. "Aren't you? Pop-Pop Gai, Grump Kash, Uncle Neji, Auntie Tenten, you're going to have so much love."

     "What about my students?" Sensei deadpans, rolling his eyes at his friend.

     "Yes, yes. Uncle Naruto and Auntie Sakura too. Along with your Uncle Sasuke and cousin Boruto. You're going to be so loved when you enter this world, Littler Lotus."

     Kakashi rolls his eyes again, taking hold of Gai's wheelchair to pull him away. "Alright, I'm sure others want to congratulate them and that they'll want a moment alone. Let's go find the booze table." Gai whines for a moment but doesn't do anything to stop Sensei from moving him.

     Instantly, Rock's hands fall to lay against me, kisses still brushing against my cheeks as he pays attention to our child. "I think it's going to be a boy."

     "I bet it's a girl," I counter, leaning against my husband and resting my hands on top of his.

     "It's a boy. I can feel it. It's going to be a boy," Rock mutters, slowly rocking us back and forth again.

     "It's a girl," I bite back, even though I do hope it's a boy. Rock would be so excited to have a son, though he'd make a cute girl dad.

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[keouil]

fill us with what endures

"did i just hear a thank you?" yuuta smirks. 1k. yuuta/maki. fluff. also on ao3.

Sundays are reserved strictly for errands. 

“Are you sewing the clothes on yourself or something?” Maki yells at the foot of the stairs, glancing impatiently at her watch. “Hurry up!”

The August sun was streaking down the gaps in the windows, illuminating their common room in a healthy golden flush. It was a good weather day, and Maki was determined to enjoy it to the best of her abilities. And for any Type A, that only meant one thing: getting laundry done.

“I’m coming!” shouts Yuuta back, muffled and rushed.

Maki hears footsteps trudging down the stairs until a pair of strong legs land themselves directly next to her. Yuuta was a little breathless, and sported a little bit of bedhead that looked cute enough not to find disgusting in any other man, but of course she wasn’t going to say anything.

“What took you so long?” Maki arches her brow.

Yuuta holds up a bag of laundry filled to the brim with scarves and fleece neck warmers. “I asked Inumaki if there was anything he wanted washed too.”

Maki fought to roll her eyes, instead moving past him and starting for the exit. “Ever so generous.”

Yuuta falls into step easily next to her. “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” Maki quips back, adjusting the strap of her hamper on her shoulder. “So this is everything then?”

“Maa,” Yuuta nods, opening the door for her. 

They step out of the dorm building to the sun basking the forest anew, cicadas chirping their usual morning lullaby, and the scent of freshly watered grass. In her peripheral, Maki can see Yuuta taking it all in quietly, and marvels a little, at the ease of him now; so drastically different from how he was just a few months ago. Maybe shipping him off to Africa that soon really was in his favor, despite how much he resisted the idea at first and insisted he train locally for at least one more year. 

“Oi,” Maki calls out. 

“Yeah?” Yuuta turns to her and drags his gaze down a little, and that gives her some pause too, because he also wasn’t this tall when he left. “Everything okay?”

Maki eyes him. “Is this really what you wanna do in your one day off?” she gestures at the bucket with detergent and fabric conditioner slung across one of her arms, the other with her laundry bag. “Do laundry?”

“When else would I do it?” Yuuta asks. 

“I don’t know,” Maki shrugs, rounding them on a corner. “Any other day that wouldn’t require you to sacrifice the one day off you have? Ever heard of resting?”

“I did the whole 8 hours thing.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Yuuta spins around to face her, walking backwards with ease. “I’m confused,” he says. “Have I done something wrong?”

Maki chews at her bottom lip. No, she thinks, It’s not you. And really it’s not, but more so, really: the growing number of attention Yuuta was funnelling into the school and how fast word of a special grade second year popping up in Tokyo spread in the jujutsu grapevine. The same news that had their school more buzzed than usual, random sorcerers from neighboring schools dropping by and “checking out” the compound because they were considering a transfer. All it took was one glance at Yuuta training in the dojo for Maki to deduce exactly what it was, then, they were “checking out”. 

“No,” she concedes. “Sorry—I’m just not used to doing my laundry with someone. Panda usually says he has nothing to clean and Inumaki, as I’m sure you now know, pawns off that chore any chance he gets.”

Yuuta’s face morphs into something less wounded and more amused. “Ah,” he says, rubbing a hand at the back of his head. “I’m glad then.”

“Glad for what?” Maki asks.

Yuuta looks down, sheepish. “Nothing,” he says quietly. “But you don’t have to worry,” he slides back at her side, staring down at her with that same twinkle in his eye she doesn’t understand what for. “There’s nothing else I want to be doing right now.”

-

“What do you mean you’ve never washed colors before?”

Maki groans into her soiled clothes. “I mean,” she says, muffled. “That all my clothes are either black or white or some shades of gray.”

“You don’t have anything in pink?” Yuuta tries.

Maki raises her head from the balloon of miscolored shorts on her pile. “Why would I wear pink?”

Yuuta flushes. “Well, cause you’re a g—”

“Sure you want to continue that sentence?”

Yuuta immediately straightens. “No,” he rushes. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. Of course anyone can wear anything—”

“It’s fine,” Maki waves him off, going back to staring down at her ruined laundry. “That’s just what spending 6 months with Miguel will do to you. Don’t worry, he’ll be gone after 3 days.”

Yuuta coughs a laugh, still hesitant. “Right, yeah.”

Maki groans into her laundry again. How was she supposed to know that Nobara’s red sock that she borrowed that she now has to clean because common decency wasn’t supposed to be mixed in with her regular, glaringly white dorm clothes? Who just knows stuff like this? She’s never had to be in a position where she had to do her laundry until school and emancipation. Panda is absolutely useless at house chores, while Inumaki still carries some of that clan upbringing with him and is just as ignorant as she is.

But evidently some people did just know.

“It’s not the end of the world,” she hears Yuuta say somewhere closer to her, finding him crouched down next to her pile of now pale pink oversized shirts. He was looking over at them consideringly. “I think we can still fix this.”

“By all means,” Maki waves a hand in the hair. “Knock yourself out, Cinderella.”

Yuuta starts with one of her shirts, a vintage rock band tee five sizes bigger than her. Maki recognized the confusion on his face.

“That’s Toge’s,” she explains. “He gave it to me when I accidentally washed all my dorm clothes and I didn’t have anything else to wear but my uniform.”

“Oh,” Yuuta says quietly, and if she saw his fingers flex around the piece of garment for a breath of a second, she made no move to comment. “I see. How nice of him then.”

Maki eyes him warily. “Your clothes were done washing an hour ago. What are you still even doing here?”

“Well, obviously,” Yuuta makes a pointed notion to her current predicament, separating the lesser damaged ones from the ones that couldn’t be salvaged. “My services are badly needed.”

“Are you hiding from your fangirls?” Maki teases. “It is campus tour day today.”

“I don’t have fangirls,” Yuuta chortles. “I don’t know those people.”

“And yet you take pictures with anyone who asks you to,” Maki points out.

“Panda said it was rude to refuse.”

“Panda’s just jealous.”

“Yeah,” Yuuta says, a sly grin spreading through his face. “I know.”

Maki slaps him on the arm. “Okkotsu Yuuta!” she gasps incredulously. “Are you actually enjoying the attention?” 

Yuuta stands up and starts another load on the washing machine, not before adding a drop of OxiClean from the drawer. “The higher-ups told me to just go along with it,” he admits. “Something about good PR or something. Apparently, they made Gojo-sensei do the same back in high school.”

“Except Gojo-sensei actually likes all the attention,” Maki cringes.

The washer springs back to life, the familiar sound of water sloshing and the hum of the machine greeting them as Yuuta settles back down beside her. They sit in companionable silence for a while folding away their laundry, until Maki suddenly mumbles something under her breath it takes Yuuta awhile to realize she actually said something.

“Did I just hear a thank you?” Yuuta smirks.

Maki rolls her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Yuuta’s smirk morphs into a wider grin, that twinkle in his eye back again. “I won’t,” he says. “I’ll just brag about it to Panda.”

“Panda has never once offered to do any of our laundry,” Maki scoffs. “And this just might motivate him to, so actually, yeah. Do it.”

Yuuta just laughs some more, before nudging Maki on the shoulder. “And about the attention thing,” he starts slowly. “Don’t worry. It’s—ah—not the kind of attention I want anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Maki asks.

“I mean,” Yuuta looks her squarely in the eye, glinting with amusement. “I’ve been trying to get someone else’s attention for a while now. But she’s been too busy running errands all over Tokyo to notice.”

[mik-mania]

Hey mik! what's the process you use to make lands? They all look super amazing btw

i follow this tutorial but i dont follow it word-for-word

here i can do a quick lil thang

i like to use photoshop for this, idk how to translate it to other programs

i start w a canvas 1000x1000pixels, that way u can get a lotta detail in and then it looks even better when u inevitably shrink it for whatever ur using it for

use shape tool to make a circle. hold shift + click while dragging the tool to make a perfectly symmetrical circle. (or dont im not ur mom)

merge the shape layer down onto a raster layer.

turns into

now ur basically just adding textures n shit. i like doing it Hussie Style and using google images to add texture, basically just taking that shit and bastardizing the hell out of them through fucking around w/ the contrast/exposure/colors/etc. u can also use the photoshop generative tool to generate random texture shit (i love putting in nonsensical prompts to confuse the hell out of it--my favorite results are the really shitty ones that look like terrible collages), but its the same process for each one.

lets make up a planet. Land of Horns and Thorns.

i like to use satellite images to get that planet-y texture. i try to think of a relevant land-type. thorns are triangular, so are mountains. lets grab this image

next what we're about to do is called "transformative use"

copy+paste image on a new layer

right click on the image's layer, select "create clipping mask"

this should be the result:

but its a little flat. so lets make it rounder. i use the Liquefy tool in photoshop, but im sure theres other ways of doing it.

click filter > liquefy, then make sure u have the bloat tool selected. now bloat that mfer to ur liking. its ok if it looks a bit shit right now. when uve bloated it as much as u want, click ok. now u have smth like this

now start messing w/ filters and colors. i try to ascertain the mood im going for with a planet. Land of Horns and Thorns sounds a bit whimsical, but maybe subtly dangerous? so, translating that to color, maybe it's fun and colorful, but like, in the same way those deadly poisonous frogs are fun and colorful. maybe there will be some dark pits as well. lets see what we can do

i start w/ messing around w/ contrast. go to image > adjustments > brightness/contrast. fuck around w it to ur liking. this is what it looks like now

already we're starting to get some of those dark pits i wanted. lets make the colors pop a little more by messing w the exposure.

u can also mess w/ the vibrance, hue, saturation, etc. basically all those lil tools in the image > adjustments are ur best friends now. i like to increase the saturation to get that shit-jpeg look u see in homestuck sometimes

now create a new layer. we go back to google images. im gonna look up some closeups of thorns

this works fine. copy & paste. create clipping mask. bastardize the image however u want, similar to the first one. using the liquefy tool helps to get shit into place where u want it.

made it a little more abstract.

played w/ the color settings. i dont want this one to be as vibrant b/c im going to be using the layer modes. however, i do want to posterize the hell outta this

ok i like how it looks in luminosity mode.

however, i kinda wanna change the colors of the bottom layer now. lets use a gradient map (image > adjustments > gradient map). just hit ok when the prompt comes up, we can detail it in the side panel.

if u just click the actual gradient bar itself, itll open up the gradient editor. there u can make ur own custom gradient and specify the colors n shit. theres also a bunch to choose from.

so, i think that looks pretty fucking cool. i love the contrast, but i kind of want to see what it looks like in other colors too. we head to the hue/saturation tool.

there, i like that. a bright, poisonous color with the threatening blotches of red. now lets make this mfer look like a planet. merge everything into one layer if ya want

the gradient tool is now ur best friend. i like to fuck w the gradients, one of my favorite effects is making a sorta halo gradient (basically just copy the opacity controls i have, im sure u can also google how to do it) and merge the gradient to an empty layer

and, yknow, just mess with the settings

u can add gradients to make it look more like a 3d object. mess w the colors and settings n shit

we add some clouds now. i just use 1px pencil tool. try to use the curvature of the planet to inform how u draw the clouds. think about how u want them to be formed (swirling around the center? stretched out? etc) and think about what u think the atmosphere would be like on ur planet. a completely barren planet like mercury may have no clouds at all. or maybe its like jupiter, where its nothing but clouds? also think about the anemology of the planet. how do the winds form, what directions do they go?

i think the Land of Horns and Thorns sounds like a place that would have a good amount of thunderstorms, so lets make the clouds black. mountains are pretty windy, so maybe the clouds will sporadic but dense.

fuck around w/ it til ur tired of looking at it. then make that fucker smaller (the average mspa panel is 650x450. unless ur planet is taking up the entire page, u can probably get away with smt smaller.) **make sure u have interpolation set to bicubic or nearest neighbor.

and then ur done.

side notes: literally do whatever u want tbh, u can do as many layers as u want, use whatever tools u want. thats pretty much the basic format ive got.

[dyouevendraw]

About me

So, I thought I’d probably be best to just make a pinned post with some info so I’m not just a void who throws art a a wall. (I’m probably gonna edit as things change) But here we go:

My tiktok is dyoueven

My instagram is dyouevendraw

My name is D, sometimes people still call me Fay, I don’t mind that either

I’m 22 years old

I use they/them pronouns, I’m fine with he/him too. I’d call myself nonbinary or even agender, leaning towards the masc side. It’s a struggle

Additionally to that, I am ace and my romantic attraction is 🤷🏼. I like androgyny and femininity if that says anything lmao

I have a hypermobilty condition, thus, my physical health is very inconsistent. Sometimes I feel fine for weeks, sometimes I can barely move my arms. Luckily, I don’t dislocate easily, I mostly get joint pain, pinched nerves, random bruises and badly healing wounds. Additionally, I seem to have a mild variant of long covid, which is making my lungs weak, so sometimes physical activities winds me badly even though it’s not hard work.

I am autistic and only found out around 2 years ago, thus, school burned me out! I was bullied by my teachers and they ignored all the signs of a struggling student, so I developed bad social anxiety (added by other events with former friends and general genetics probably). I took a year off of art to focus on getting a better mindset, and I guess I’ve been back since this year.

I am a clumsy and unlucky person, that’s why I say I am like Xie Lian a lot (send me a Hua Cheng)

I like k-pop. Currently, I like BTS, TXT, SKZ, LE SSERAFIM, New Jeans, Red Velvet and SHINee.

Other artists I like are: Tatsuya Kitani, Eve, The Oral Cigarettes, Vaundy, King Gnu, Queen Bee and MCR (what a mix)

Fandoms I’m in include(I’m sure I’ll add more danmei when I’m done reading them):

TGCF (I have beef with it but I’m deeply in love)

MDZS

SVSSS (still reading, on volume 2)

JJK

AOT

Sometimes I like Marvel. I only care about Spider-Man and Loki

TLOZ

Pokémon

(Always open to suggestions for more things, especially when they’re queer🤠👍🏻)

I write my own stories and am working on an AU that includes many fantastical being, though I am not entirely sure if that’s ever gonna see the light of day bc I don’t see anyone caring about my writing lol (it already has 137.000 words I’m not even joking it’s not funny, why am I writing this)

I’m sure I’ll post more of my OC’s when I find the time. My favorite is Harumi, he’s the main character in the fantastic beings AU, as a werewolf

I am so sorry my humor is super trauma based, bare with me it’s okay to laugh at my pain, it’s how I process, I swear

My favorite food is anything indian (especially aloo mutter, I bathe in that), pizza (only the one I make), and (red) thai curry.

That’s the only thing that sets me apart from Xie Lian, I eventually did learn how to cook and apparently people like my food!! (I add cinnamon and chili to everything, maybe that’s the key?)

I love building lego and organizing things by category (why I didn’t get diagnosed with asd is beyond me, I’ve always been like that)

I mostly draw on an Ipad with procreate, but I wanna get into watercolor and copics too, I just feel like I’m wasting the suff when things don’t turn out how I wanted them to be

I am horrible at texting and get anxious over it

I had another account here I was running for years, but I was in a pretty icky fandom and didn’t want to associate with the reputation that came with it, thus, I left. I am not the stupid, hurt and depressed teenager I was anymore, and that’s great!

I am german, though, I speak English so much I might as well be a native speaker

That’s it for now, you can always feel free to ask my questions, my (anonymous) asks, submissions and reblogs are always open, I just won’t answer if you’re rude🤠✌🏻

[burnadicarwoz]

hi! random bi person here, I saw your reblog-

it doesn't necessarily make you gay or bi, attractions (romantic and/or sexual) can vary just depending on what you are drawn to, especially if it was this one instance with a transgender (ftm) character. BUT, if you find yourself repeatedly being attracted to a type of person depending on their body (or even personality) and not really their gender, that could indicate being bi (or pan)!

you said you are already atteacted to women, so that means you aren't gay (if I'm assuming right that you're a guy). if you generally view men with the same sort of attraction as women though, I would look more into bisexuality or pansexuality! I would suggest overall just paying more attention to what types of people you're attracted to and how you're attracted to them.

in my experience, it also took me a while to realize I was attracted to men too. but I realized, like above, I was just attracted to personality and body, not really genders specifically. I can find cis and trans men, cis and trans women, and others attractive in romantic and sexual ways! if you relate to that after you start looking into that more, it's a safe bet you're probably not straight.

best of luck and take your time with figuring yourself out, you're not alone.

Thank you so, so much for responding to my post and talking to me about this topic. It honestly is nice knowing that it is a struggle to know what you do and don't like and it ain't just me. Or that feeling of realising that you may like the same gender as yourself the whole time (I am a dude as predicted btw just to make sure on that front). I feel for myself the best way to understand myself at this moment would be to go through this and just see what I think and put it into words so I understand myself better.

Well it ain't just them, I also have had 2 other male attractions pop up before for me (markiplier and the big waiter bird from deltarune ch2) them and this made me start to wonder if I actually was bi sexual or not. Idk how relevant it would be either but in media I also tend to love and relate to the bi characters the most before I even knew they were bisexual (Harry disco elysium, zagreus Hades, majima yakuza, etc) so I also thought that could tie into it maybe.

Now for what I like in those male examples. I think it comes down to liking both strong men who aren't all vein or too big but you still feel safe around (mark and the bird) and while I mainly liked the goth, emo look the 3rd guy had, I think I also like the body too, not too skinny but still enough for them to wrap their arms around ya or to be a small guy you could just pick up and take with you.

Personality is something I've never been able to check, mainly since I've only ever been around "lads" (intense, boisterous crowd) and aside from knowing I ain't a fan of that kind of guy, I ain't never met a guy I could say, feel safe around or comforted by, without being called names or smth. So data is skewered there.

Pan is one I never considered until now due to my lack of knowledge about it, I don't know if I can be pan only one way or not, but I do think it's one to consider. I think it may be unlikely since I'm pretty sure that being pan is finding someone attractive as you know them, and I ain't that, I've been with people I found both body and personality wise, attractive before the relationship started. But its still good to check I say.

I mean, the whole reason it took me near years of thinking about it is purely because u thought it was only liking penis, and if you didn't then you were straight. Clearly, more to it then that. I think now I will keep the door open on men, to give it a try, since now I can definitely say there's a chance I am bisexual. So one more time, thank you for replying anon/ (possible fellow) bi person. Thanks to you, I know someone out there cares. And that's just so so sweet to know :)

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Don’t underestimate me, Noona - P.JS

Pairing: Park Jisung x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 3312 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, dom!Jisung, smut, attempted humor

Warnings: usage of the word ‘Noona’, porn, roughness, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, fingering, pussy slapping, degradation, name calling, overstimulation, begging, teasing, brat taming??? i think that’s it...

Summary: Bascially, the title says it all. You’re tutoring Jisung and one thing leads to another until he shows you what he can do right there on his desk.

A/N: Jisung is of legal age, but I know there are many people who still don’t want to read smut about him. If this sounds like you, don’t read this! <3 Apart from that, this is filthy. My apologies...

In general, you would consider yourself a patient person.

That's why you accepted to help Jisung with his maths homework in the first place, tutoring him for the past weeks because all of the other students in that course had given up on him. But you swore you wouldn't let him down, setting the goal for yourself of him getting at least okay results in every test. Back then, you had horribly underestimated Jisung's inability when it comes to maths.

"I'm really not in the mood today, noona." Jisung leaned back in his chair, sending a bored frown your way. Right this second, Jisung could think of 100 things he'd rather be doing. For instance, make out with you. He's had a crush on you for the past two years, probably. Not that he'd ever start anything, he's way too shy for that and even though you're friends, you're kind of intimidating.

"Jisung, you're never in the mood. Now focus. If x is..."

"No." he remarks. He doesn't know why, but today, it's really hard for him to concentrate on the numbers and letters on his work sheet, it's almost like the digits are flowing off the paper to float around his head to laugh at him for 1) being incompetent when it comes to maths and 2) for being too much of a coward to finally make a move on you. So instead of letting the x's and y's mock him, he leans forward and opens his laptop to occupy himself with something else.

It's always like this and you've been nothing but patient with him, but today, he seems to be planning on driving you up the walls. You get that maths is hard, everyone has a subject they're not particularly talented in, but Jisung seems to really want to push it, he doesn't even want to try.

"Park Jisung! If you don't-"

Your raised voice gets interrupted by a loud moan. Jisung's face flushes red within a second as he pushes the laptop close, panic visible in his widened eyes. He looks at you and you both know what just happened.

"Please don't-" he starts.

"Was that porn?!" you laugh out and - even though you thought this wasn't possible - Jisung's cheeks blush even darker as he sinks deeper into his chair. He feels extremely humiliated "Aww, did Baby Jisung watch porn last night?" You tease.

"I wasn't..." he lies, eyes focusing on a spot on the wooden floor. Of course he'd watched porn the night before. He always does before you come around because even though his heart is more in love with you than his dick is, he can't deny the fact that you're extremely pretty and tend to wear tight clothing whenever you're around him. He has nothing to support the assumption that it's about him, but let a man dream for once! So, to make this short, he jerks off so there's a slight chance not to pop a random boner if you were to lean forward and give him an exhilarating view of your cleavage.  

"Don't lie to me." you grin scooting closer to him to ruffle his hair. "Show me! I wanna see what you watched."

"Hell no!"

"Oh, come ooon~" you singsong, then try your best puppy eyes "Please?!"

"It's embarrassing."

"Why? It's normal to jerk off, Jisung, everyone has kinks. Now, come on..."

He sighs. "Alright, but you can't laugh. Or tell anyone!" His nervous eyes catch yours. Maybe, just maybe, this is his chance. Maybe he can win you over like this? Or at least have you see him as a sexual being, have you take him into account when looking for a partner...

"Pinky promise." You grin as your little finger intertwine with his and your thumbs press together. Jisung concentrates to ignore the rush of heat that washes over him as soon as his skin comes in touch with yours. Though it's always like this, he can't seem to get used to it.

You can't believe you're going to see the porn Jisung likes. Jisung, for the most part, you'd thought he wasn't even interested in sex. Then Donghyuck came into his life, constantly teasing him and making sexual jokes until Jisung seemed to feel comfortable enough with the topic to make some jokes on his own. Still, you see Jisung as more of a cute boy than anything else.

With shaky hands, Jisung opens his laptop again, immediately turning the volume down before skipping to the beginning of the video. He then places the laptop on the table in front of you, turning it so you can see. Nothing in the world could've prepared you for what you see.

The screen shows a man, bound to a chair. He's unable to move. In front of him, there's another person, touching his chest, his nipples and his neck, gently wrapping their hand around it. The man moans into the touch, eyes fluttering close as he gets touched like this.

The camera zooms out, showing the man's whole body. His dick is throbbing and hard, leaking precum onto his stomach. He's wearing a cock ring. The person in front of him starts touching him around his dick, gently drawing their finger over his skin until his abs flex. He wants to be touched more.

Next to you, you can hear Jisung gulp and shift. He seems highly uncomfortable on the outside, but his heart is racing for a different reason. He'd actually forgotten about the nature of the porno. Now that he sees it again, he can't help but to imagine you doing the exact same things to him.

Finally, the man on screen gets touched properly. Lubed-up hands wrapping around his length, cupping his balls from time to time as they start stroking him. The man can't contain his groans anymore. The touching goes on for a while until the person suddenly stops, and now you understand. The man's being edged.

The person starts touching him again, wrapping their hand around the tip, flicking their wrist to draw a higher pitched moan from the man. Their other hand slips deeper, finger circling his rim before slowly pushing in. The man almost chokes on his spit that's drooling down his chin.

It goes on like this, the man gets his orgasm denied about 10 times before he finally spurts his cum all over himself. Quickly, Jisung closes the tab.

There's an awkward silence in the room.

"So that's what you're into?"

Jisung only nods, eyes not meeting yours. You kind of feel sorry for embarrassing him. But only a little. To be honest, it's kind of hot seeing him flustered like this.

If only you'd know what's really going on inside his head (and pants).

"I actually liked it." You admit to him and his head shoots up, his gaze meeting yours.

"Really?!"

"Yeah." You smile, hand reaching out to ruffle his hair again. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Jisung."

"Thank you, noona." He smiles slightly.

"Can we go back to maths now?" You laugh, playfully pushing at his shoulder, but he keeps staring at you instead. You try to read his face, but nothing could've prepared you for what he says next.

"Noona." He starts, then quickly averts his gaze towards the ground, finding sudden interest in the clumps of dust that had gathered around the feet of the chair you're sitting on over time. God, why'd he have to start this now, fuck this confident boost a second ago because, right now, it's already left Jisung's body, slipped through the door and fled the country.

Jisung takes a deep breath. "How come you don't see me like that?"

The look on your face tells Jisung that you have no idea what he's talking about as you just blink back at him continuously.

"Do you not think I'm... sexy?"

You can't hold back the snort that erupts from you, regretting it instantly after meeting eyes with Jisung's frowning face. "No! I didn't mean it like that!" You try, hands reaching out to shake in front of Jisung's face to support your point. "It's just that- this comes- sudden?"

Jisung does not seem convinced so you try again.

"It's not that I don't think you're sexy, Sungie. I just- I don't know, you're more cute than sexy, and there's nothing wrong with that!" You try again, but it does not seem to calm Jisung down by any means.

"I am sexy!" Jisung gasps. "I'm not cute!"

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Jisung, honey, I really don't want to hurt you by saying this, but if it came to the hypothetical scenario of the two of us..." - you gesture between the two of you – "and especially after seeing this..." - you gesture vaguely towards the laptop- "I like it rough, Jisung, and I don't think you have it in you to-"

"I can be rough!" He looks at you with (unintentional?) puppy eyes and you grin at him as if to say 'sure, whatever you say'. Reaching out to ruffle his hear before dismissing the conversation to go back to maths, you're interrupted by Jisung grabbing onto your wrist to prevent you from even coming close to his hair.

"I'm not a baby, noona. I can be rough, I can be everything you want."

"Jisung-"

"If you allow me, I can show you. I will show you" By the time the words had left his lips, he's already impossibly close, having pulled you closer by your wrist so that he's barely an inch away and you can feel his breath against the skin of your chin. You'd lie if you said this didn't stir at least something up inside of your stomach.

Jisung honestly has no idea what's gotten into him. He just heard you underestimate him, then one thing led to another and now he's here, staring deeply into your eyes, slightly widened by surprise, only one answer from you away from pressing his lips against yours.

"Jisung-"

"Please."

You release a shaky breath. The longer he holds you in this position, the weaker you get under his gaze. This side of Jisung you'd never seen before, nor anticipated to see ever in your life, but here you were, heat pooling in your lower regions as you shift slightly to press your thighs together. You ask yourself: do you want this?

"Okay." You breathe out and in an instant, Jisung connects his lips with yours, hands letting go of your wrist to wrap around your waist. He pulls you up from your chair and turns you so your back is pressed against his desk. You mewl into the kiss at his roughness, closing your eyes to emerge in the feeling.

It's then when you feel his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, asking for entry which you grant him instantly, parting your lips further for him to push the muscle against your own. His tongue plays with yours skillfully and you wonder where he's learned that, but really, you don't care. At this point, you really just want to be wrong about your assumption about Jisung's lack of a dominant side in bed, you just want him to rock your world.

Jisung can't believe what's happening. Right here, right now, he's kissing you! Kissing! You! Something he'd only ever dreamed of doing. Your mouth is so soft against his and something about you tastes so sweet, he feels like he'll get addicted if he doesn't stop right now, so he doesn't.

He allows his hands to roam over your sides, pulling you closer to him in the process before his hands settle on your ass, roughly massaging into the softness of your cheeks just to force a moan out of you.

The next second, Jisung swiftly puts his hands against the back of your thighs to hoist you up to sit on top of the desk now, legs spread widely for him to step in between them, grinding his growing errection into your clothed core.

The sounds you let out at this are pornographic, probably even better than all the porn he's watched till this day combined. Jisung feels lost in the moment before he remembers what had gotten him into this situation initially: you thought he couldn't be rough.

To be honest, Jisung doesn't have 100% of a clue what he's doing, but so far, you seem to like it so he tries to test the waters by wrapping one of his big hands around your throat. In an instant, your body tenses and you sigh contently into his mouth, pushing your hips forwards to create friction between your bodies. It's probably the sexiest thing Jisung's ever experienced.

Jisung's hand around your throat feels like it belongs there, his fingers are so long and strong that he instantly presses down on your pulse point, restricting the blood flow into your brain just enough for you to feel it, but not to get overwhelmed so early on. At this point, you can already feel the wetness pooling in your panties as you wiggle around pathetically, trying to gain some friction or to get him to touch you already.

As if reading your thoughts, Jisung moves the hand that's not wrapped around your throat at the moment in between your bodies, pulling his hips back just enough for his fingers to tease your exposed thighs under your skirt.

"Jisung..." You whine against his mouth, not wanting him to tease you any further and – even though he had planned to keep you waiting for a few more minutes – Jisung grants your wish by running his finger over the wet patch of your panties, grinning against your lips.

"So wet already." He muses, pulling back to look into your eyes. The hand around your throat releases its strong grasp so you can focus on his ministrations against your core, hand reaching behind you to grab a handful of your hair instead, pulling your head back to expose your neck to him.

The whine you let out sounds heavenly to Jisung's ears as he decides that you've been teased enough and pushes your panties to the side with one swift motion, exposing the glistering wetness of your cunt to the cool air of the room.

Jisung tests the waters by running a finger through your folds towards your entrance, circling it before moving back up to rub soft circles into your clit.

"F-fuck." You whimper as Jisung bites into the side of your neck before licking over the mark he's created, pushing down on your clit a little harder to have you jump in his hold.

"Does that feel good, noona?" Jisung whispers against your skin, fanning it with his warm breath.

"Y-yes." You bring out, eyes fluttering shut before flying open abruptly as you feel Jisung slap against your clit, a broken moan leaving your throat.

"I can't believe you underestimated me" Jisung speaks, accentuating his words with another spank to your clit before he quickly lets his fingers glide down to plunge two of them into your hole.

Your back arches as he fills you so suddenly, pleasure-filled sounds of all kinds flowing freely from your lips at his ministrations. Jisung curls his fingers against your walls, massing them as he flicks his wrist, making you clench tightly around him, pushing against that special spot inside of you every so often to rile you up even more.

Finally, he releases the hold on your hair, the stinging pain fading into thrilling pleasure.

"Look at me, noona." Jisung says and you comply, eyelids heavy as your gaze meets his. God, he looks so hot, so dominant and superior, making you feel so small under his gaze. "I'm going to make you cum on my fingers and I want you to keep looking at me, understood?"

You nod quickly, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, but when he brings his other hand into the mix, rubbing rough circles into your clit with a precision like he's watched you do it to yourself thousands of times, you have trouble keeping your eyes open.

A harsh slap onto your clit makes you squeal, averting your gaze back onto him.

"I said look at me." Jisung warns, fingers going back to rubbing your clit while simultaneously pressing into your g-spot over and over again. "Can't even do that, huh? What, did I already fuck your brains out with only my fingers?"

It's almost embarrassing how loud you moan at his degrading words.

"Such a pretty girl, but such a submissive, little slut. Thought I couldn't put you in your place, huh? Fuck, and now, look at you, struggling to even look at me when all I did was touch your pretty, little cunt with my fingers. I don't think you could even handle my dick."

That's all it takes for you to arch your back into his touch, eyes closing as you moan out syllables of his name, your walls clenching around his fingers repeatedly as you cum hard. To be fair, Jisung has really nice hands and a really nice voice, so.

When you've finally calmed down from your orgasm, you open your eyes to look into Jisung's, who tilts his head to the side, a taunting look on his features. "I told you to fucking look at me."

"Sorry-" you bring out, but he slaps your clit again, hypersensitive from your orgasm, you whine and pull away, but he stops you by grabbing onto your hip.

"I'm gonna make you cum on my dick again and this time, you won't take your eyes off me, understood?"

You nod and he lets go of your hips to yank your panties down with force, spreading your legs again before he motions towards his bulge. You understand, shaky hands unbuttoning his pants and opening the fly before you struggle with pulling them down. Finally, you manage to pull his pants and underwear down, revealing his length.

He wastes no time and swats your hands away, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Please..." You whine, wiggling your hips as he only teases your hole with his tip, not even thinking about pushing into you already.

"Think you deserve it?"

You halt, blinking at him before whining again. "Yes, please, please." He just looks back at you, tilting his head once again. You can't believe he's making you beg right now.

"Come on, Jisung, fuck me already." You try to push forwards on his dick before you smirk. "Or am I right about you not being able to be rough with me?"

Jisung clenches his jaw. What's going on with you now? You were so pretty and obedient and submissive just now, cumming on his fingers like the good girl you are, but now you want to test his patience? Alright, he's going to show you rough.

The next second, his hand is back at your hair, grabbing onto them harshly to pull you off the desk onto your knees. You squeal at his roughness as your knees hit the carpeted floor by his feet.

"Why are you trying to test me?" Jisung spits, leaning down so he's close to your face and grabs your jaw with his huge hand, pressing against it until you open your mouth. "Huh, what have I done to you? I made you cum, you unthankful bitch. Put your tongue out."

With wide eyes, you follow his instruction, only for him to spit right into your mouth. You groan, eyes rolling back at his degrading action.

"I'm going to fuck your throat, and hopefully some respect into you and if you take me like the good little cockslut you are, I might fuck you." He announces and you nod (as much as you possibly can with his harsh grip on your face). Maybe you did underestimate him...

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[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you��re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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[razorblade-kiss55]

Night Life

Hey guys!! I randomly wrote this idk how I feel about it but I thought I was fun so why not ! Let me know if you like it :))))

Synopsis~ you’re a bartender at a random dive bar. While the jackass group is traveling around for their movie they’re in town for a little bit. They stop by the bar one night and things get a bit interesting.

Warnings: only thing I can think of is reader smokes a cigarette. (Don’t smoke y’all I only write it bc I like the aesthetic I know you know what I mean)

Word count -1.3k

Every night for you was the same. The usual drunk idiots, the fights, the chaos. Though you never wavered in your choice of this life. Until it got too much. Now here you are. Cleaning the top of a bar you hated more than you ever thought you could. But then something pulled you from your deep over contemplation of every decision you’ve ever made. It was laughter and you were immediately drawn in.

A large group came in, you soon recognized most of them to be the Jackass crew. You weren’t a fan, you didn’t dislike them either. It just wasn’t ever something you watched. But you could spot Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville from a mile away. You realize you have a few of your regulars demanding your attention at the bar. Most of the large group settles by a few pool tables the rest dispersing throughout the bar.

You get sidetracked doing other tasks and completely forget about the group. You assume the other bartender must’ve helped them while you were in the back so you don’t worry too much about them not being served. You’re finally done with the other things you had to finish up for the night and settle back behind the bar.

You notice the bar isn’t too busy other than biggest friend group you’ve ever seen. I mean come on who has that many friends? You therefore decide to take advantage of your managers one drink a night rule. You grab a glass pouring a generous amount of whiskey. It was nearing the end of your shift after a long day and you needed it.

“Steve-o!” A surprisingly southern accent called out across the bar grabbing your attention. You saw Johnny Knoxville playing pool leaned over one of the tables. “Could you be a doll and get me a beer?” He asked, steve-o wasn’t doing much just chatting to a few of his friends.

It seems he obliged because he’s now heading your way. He slumps down and plops his elbows on the bar In front of him. He looks up to find the other bartender. His eyes meet yours for the first time and you swear things went in slow motion for a second. You can instantly feel your face flush. He continues to stare, you could only assume he’s passed the point of no return and just trying to formulate a thought, through his drunken haze.

But you’re shocked when he sounds almost completely sober. “ Hey uh” his voice is more gravelly than you realize and your even more curious about the brown eyed boy in front of you.

“What can I getcha?” You say hoping maybe if you spoke up he would finish his order and stop gawking at you. He looks away smiling and clearing his throat, sitting up a little higher In the seat.

“Just a beer” He responded looking back to you.

You nod and grab a cold bottle from the fridge popping off the lid and hand it to him. He grazes your fingers with his, never breaking eye contact. You can tell by the look he gave you before walking away, that it was intentional. He was now sat back in his original spot in the corner of the bar.

The night is is slowly ticking by, so you decide to go out for a smoke break before leaving for the night.

You step outside in front of the bar leaning against the brick wall. The neon sign lit up the dark parking lot.

Suddenly you hear the front door swing open and look up to see the roughly spoken boy from earlier.

“Hey” he smiled at you sliding his hands in his jean pockets

“Hi- were you like looking for me?” You question resting the cigarette on your lips inhaling deeply.

“Ya know I hear those things are bad for you.” He said walking over to lean on the wall next to you.

“Can I bum one?”

“But I thought they were bad for you.” You ask mocking his previous statement.

He shrugs “I tend to like things that are bad for me.”

You aren’t sure what that means, but you can’t ignore the chill it made run up your spine. You brush it off pulling another smoke from the carton.

“I’m Steve-o” he said sticking his hand out, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

“Y/n” you return the hand shake

“So?” You question him after a long period of silence.

“So what?” He questions back chuckling slightly

“Were you looking for me?”

He laughs leaning off the wall now walking in tiny circles.

“Uhh” He took a long drag scratching the back of his head like he was trying to collect his thoughts

“I was” he said nodding slowing his pacing, now focusing on you.

“Why?” You ask you can’t help but have a shit eating grin on your face.

“Well I Uh was” he was abruptly cut off by the sound of laughter as we both look over to see a guy in camo pants curly brown hair. He’s the first to bust out of the front door. He’s followed closely behind by Johnny with his arm around bam. They all started flooding out one after the other all of them in their own random conversations.

“Heyyy!!” Chris comes up to steve-o sliding his arm up to rest on his shoulder.

“This is chris.” He says looking back to you, he looks annoyed but you find it slightly amusing.

“Hi” you reply softly, waving to him.

“Hey” he says in a deeper voice now all his attention on you. He is absolutely wasted, as stumbles around still holding on to steve-o somehow. There’s a long awkward silence until chris blurts out “My friend here thinks your sexy.” Pointing to his friend next to him.

“Christ dude!” Steve says now trying to peel the drunk boy off of him.

“Aannnd you should give him your number.” He smiles wholesomely now pointing at you.

You laugh watching as they start fighting slightly. steve-o is still trying to get Pontius to stop touching him. They go back and forth for a few minutes, you’re still completely entertained by their idiocy.

He looks up realizing your attention is on them and that you didn’t walk away minutes ago, like he presumed. “Shit stop dude.” He says whispering now swatting at chris to stop.

“I’m sorry about him, he uh says crazy shit.” He says scratching the back of his head like before.

“Oh it’s ok” you reply

There’s a moment of silence before you speak up again “So you don’t think I’m sexy then?” You ask putting on your best doe eyes.

He gets choked up completely caught off guard by your question.

Chris laughs at your response giving you a high five. “I like this one!” Still laughing he walks away back to the rest of the group.

“I do think you’re sexy.” He admitted quietly, his eyes darting from the ground to yours.

“Well good then this shouldn’t go to waste.” You hand him one of your cigarettes with your number on it. When the two boys were goofing off you had ruffled through your purse and quickly wrote it down knowing you already you were going to give him your number.

He ducks down sweeping your hand up in his, rubbing the back of it gently with his thumb.

“Goodnight” he says dropping it, softly, now running over to the people screaming for him to cmon and that they were leaving without him.

“Goodnight!” You called out after.

You watch as they all pile into their cars driving off. Now heading over to yours plopping in and throwing your bag to the passenger seat. You sigh dropping your face into your hands.

This boy was not going to leave your mind anytime soon.

~ hope the cigarette moment wasn’t too cheesy I couldn’t pass it up. ~

Thank you for reading you’re my favorite xoxo <3

[universitypenguin]

Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex. 

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on. 

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

[the-original-skipps]

Fluffy Alphabet A-Z

Sano Manjiro aka Mikey

Note: Thank you so much for 100+ followers. I wouldn't have been able to get his far without your support. I'm super overjoyed and glad that you guys take the time to read my writing. I love you all very much as promised I hope you enjoy the fluffy alphabet! 💗

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.

[mxchellesworld]

swim

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, light choking, creampies, slight thigh riding

Synopsis; during a night out with your friends you spot a tall man in a dark suit with an even darker look in his eyes

a/n; this is literally just smut with very little plot lmaoo uhh i’ve been struggling in my smut writing/writing in general so here’s this, hope its not completely trash and you enjoy!

fic inspired by swim by chase atlantic, bc god knows i can't write anything original sdhfdh

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It was 10 o’clock when your girlfriends rounded you up for a night out, hopefully full of sweet drinks and good company. By 11:30 you were happily buzzed and the feelings of warm bodies around you brought a heat to your lower stomach. Maybe tonight you’d go home with someone, wake up the next morning with that delicious sense of soreness between your legs. The only task at hand was finding a companion.

Once the current song ended you walked over to the bar grabbing a water and taking a seat next to your friends.

“How are the prospects lookin tonight y/n/n?” Jessica, the short brunette you’d known for years asked. Being around her had rubbed some of her boldness onto you. Hopefully that could make an appearance tonight.

“No luck so far,” you sighed “but my eyes are wide open.” You brought the straw to your lips, gulping down the cool water as you looked around the dimly lit room.

“Woah check out suit and tie over there. He’s been checking you out for a while,” chimed Erika. While she has happily taken, that didn’t stop her from going out with you guys and pushing you into random laps.

You looked up to see the darkest pair of brown eyes on yours. Maybe it was the lighting but here was something in them. Lust perhaps? His eyes travelled down your frame as you stood up. The tight lilac dress you had on hugging each of your curves perfectly.

"I'm gonna get some air, let me know if you guys wanna head out," you said never letting your eyes drift away from the handsome stranger a few feet away.

Once outside you let your back hit the brick wall. The music from the building could be felt vibrating through the cracks. You looked up seeing the stars barley visible through the city lights.

"Contrary to popular belief you can never see millions of stars, they simply aren't close and bright enough. On a really exceptional night, with no moon and far from any source of lights, a person with very good eyesight may be able to see 2000-2500 stars at any one time."

You turned to see the same man from inside. He was gorgeous, a light stubble grazing his cheeks, long hair falling past his ears. He was a lot taller than you had thought probably taller than 6'0 but all that made you think about was him towering over you.

"Did you make that up off the top of your head? Or do you approach all your conquests with astronomy facts?"

"That depends do you usually let strange men corner you behind bars or am I just special?" he said walking closer to where you stood.

"Touche Mr."

"Doctor actually."

There was a brief pause where you both let out a giggle. The dark eyes from before seemed lighter and you cold almost make out a blush on his cheeks. The lack of alcohol on his breath told you it was from the conversation, though there was nothing to be flushed about yet.

“But seriously a pretty girl walking out to a back alley late at night is just a recipe for disaster,” he finished scanning both ends.

“Well do you plan on hurting me doctor?" you said coyly. You did you best to flutter your lashes looking up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he said letting one of his hands tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. That same hand ended up resting loosely around you neck making you gulp.

"Yes," you breathed out, "please doctor."

He wasted no time in crashing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his thigh in between your own. His unoccupied hand went down to your hip, slowly guiding the pace of your frantic rutting.

Your lips parted as your head tilted back onto the brick wall. A symphony of whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Look how desperate you are for me. I haven't even done anything and you're already such a mess," he said leaving wet kisses, cooling on your scorching neck.

"Oh fuck doctor," you said clinging onto his arms, "need y'to fuck."

The power he had over you turned your brain to mush. It was sad how quickly he had you melted in the palm of hand without even doing much but kissing. At this point you didn't even care. The only thought swimming in your head was having him inside you.

A pout formed on your lips as his hands dropped from your frame. However it was quickly wiped away as you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Is this what you needed baby? You need my cock to stretch you out?" he said pulling your hips closer to his.

You looked up at him for permission before you reached forward to pump your hand along his shaft. He lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm as he pulled the thin material separating the both of you to the side.

Guiding his length to your glistening folds was a sight you'd want engraved in your brain forever. The first intrusion of his fat tip in your tight hole had you mewling a mix of curses and his title.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as his thrusts gained speed. The sound of your skin slapping luckily wouldn't have been heard through the door with the loud music playing inside. But anyone who walked by the alley or decided it was time for a breath of air would surly be in for a show.

"Fuck you're such a good little whore for me," he said gruffly against the skin of your shoulder, "letting me fuck you out here where anyone could see."

Your pussy clenched at his words and your moans amplified as he continued to pound into you. The curve of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that had you seeing all the stars in the sky contrary to what he said before.

"More doctor! Please wanna cum," you whined.

He made a noise of disapproval before pushing you back farther into the wall. At this point you and the red bricks were one. You were sure to have crescent marks on how hard he was holding up your thigh.

"Greedy little whore aren't you," he gritted out, "You take whatever I wanna give you."

"Please I need it! Need t'cum please please please," you rushed out bucking your hips to meet each one of his thrusts.

His hold on your hip got tighter as he started drilling into you. You could feel his heavy breathes on your shoulder and the way his cock was throbbing inside you ready to fill you up.

Your mind was dizzy. It felt like you were in a bubble of him, the scent of his cologne trapped in your senses. Your nerves were on fire, any pressure on your neglected bud would be sure to set you off.

It was as if the gods had answered your prayers when he spoke, "I can feel you clenching around me baby. Go ahead and touch yourself for me," he rasped out.

Reaching between yourself you felt the slippery mess where you both connected and started rubbing at your stiff clit. Your fingers sent lighting strikes through your body, breaking the damn that was building in your lower tummy.

"Gonna cum! I'm oh god cumming doctor," you all but yelled out. If people walking around the corner were unaware of the spectacle they sure would be now.

"That's it.. such a good girl."

Your arms around his neck let up as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His lips swallowing the moans you let out as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"Where do you want-," he tried to speak out but you cut him off.

"Inside," you begged, "Need to feel you cum inside." His thrusts turned frantic as you spoke against his lips. Pleading for hum to fill you to the brim with his seed.

You sighed as you finally felt the warm liquid coat your walls, his thrusts continuing to pump into you.

He pulled out stepping back to watch the creamy mess spill down your center before be swiped it away with his fingers, bringing them up to your awaiting mouth.

Happily you took his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them at the salty taste of your mixed release. You looked up at him keeping your gaze on the sliver of brown around his dilated pupils.

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Walking back into the bar Jessica and Erika's eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they took in the limp in your walk and your disheveled hair.

"You whore!," Erika screamed out greeting you with pats on the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said looking down feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.

Jessica giggled handing you her compact mirror, "Yeah I bet we're not the only ones who called her that," she finished with a raise of her brow.

Looking back up across the bar you saw the same dark eyes from before staring at you with a smug smile, proud how much of mess he left you in. If the little business card tucked in your bra told you anything, it was that the stunt from outside would be far from the last.

[football-writing]

Ben Chilwell - insufferable

Prompt: "I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." "You can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other."

Summary: Ben and Y/N are neighbours. They also seem to argue just about all the time.

Warnings: a little neighbour enemies to lovers something, a LOT of sexual innuendos, some curse words

"Ben, move." Her voice was stern, as annoyed with him as ever as he blocked the way to her door.

"C'mon, Y/N. I just wanna talk."

"You kept me up all night practising that goddamned piano with your stupid windows open. No, I will not talk to you. Now, move." She was getting agitated with him, foot tapping on the pavement as she wished for him to hurry up.

"You listen to me playing piano? How sweet. It's almost like I'm serenading you, isn't it?" He knew exactly what he was doing. How to rile her up and push her buttons. It's not something he had meant to happen - he'd obviously rather get along with his neighbour. But the way she puffed her cheeks, the intensity with which she looked at him as she got more and more annoyed made his belly erupt with butterflies.

"Get fucked, Ben." Was her only reply as she pushed his chest to get to her door, Ben gladly taking a step aside with his arms up in surrender and a shit-eating grin on his face. God how she wished she could wipe it off of him.

"Sure. You free tonight?"

She'd opened the door then, stepped inside and smacked it straight in the poor boy's face.

He wondered if the sexual comment was perhaps taking it a bit too far - knowing she didn't mean it like that at all. He wondered if he should knock on her door to apologise, too. But just then, her frontdoor opened again.

"And by the way, the piano sounds absolutely horrendous." Smack. She immediately closed the door again.

He let out a boisterous laugh, then. Her antics were just so cute.

"Can't get better if you don't practice." He yelled through the closed door.

"Leave me alone, Ben. I'll call the cops for stalking." Her muffled voice sounded right back, but he could tell even then that she was saying it with a smile.

"Alright, alright. Party at my place tonight. Join if you wanna." He called out before finally leaving her be.

She'd contemplated going, she really had. She wasn't that interested in spending the night at Ben's house, particularly because if his friends were anywhere similar to him, she'd be in for a hell of a night. But then again, she didn't have much else to do, and she could use a good distraction.

So there she was, knocking on his door on what she considered an appropriate time to arrive after the party had started. Perhaps she had peaked out the window to know when his friends arrived, coming half an hour later just to make him sweat as to whether or not she'd take him up on his offer.

"Ah, the queen herself made it." Ben said as soon as he opened the door, taking notice of the outfit she'd picked out. It was casual, but god, did it look good on her. He licked his lips before moving aside to let her in.

"Welcome to my humble abode, darling." He said as he trailed after her through his hall.

"Don't stare at my ass, Ben." She didn't even have to look back to know why he wanted her to walk in first.

"Too late."

She only chuckled as she walked into his living room. People were scattered around, some guys playing Fifa on his tv, others chatting amongst themselves and dancing to the beat of some random pop song. She wasn't entirely sure where to go, or who to speak to, as seemingly everyone was preoccupied with whatever they were doing.

Ben noticed, and placed his hand firmly on her lower back. She twisted her face to look at him, an uncertain look in her eyes, though she didn't swat his hand away.

He nodded for her to move towards the kitchen, his hand staying pressed against the small of her back to guide her.

The kitchen was a little quieter, and she rubbed her sweaty hands against her thighs as Ben got her a drink.

"I knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spend time with me." He mentioned cockily as he handed her a red cup. Though the gesture was sweet, the words accompanying them made her want to roll her eyes. Were all footballers this annoying?

"Actually, just here for the free drinks." She replied as she lifted her cup.

Silence fell between them as she took small sips of her drink. She wasn't quite sure what she expected, but for him to keep standing next to her definitely wasn't it. Eyeing the people in the livingroom didn't lessen her confusion. He'd invited some girls over, dressed in tight dresses to show of their perfect figures. Why had he invited her? To stop from complaining about the noise?

"Are you not going to chat up those girls?" She questioned as she nodded her head in their general direction, not making any eyecontact with the boy next to her.

"Why, you got some sort of voyeurism kink?"

"Hm. Could probably give you some pointers. You don't look like you're very good at flirting." She replied nonchalantly, though her eyebrows raised at his bold remark.

"They're actually my friends' girlfriends." He explained truthfully. It was the first time she looked up at him during their little bickering. He was focused on drawing patterns with his finger on the counter behind them, which meant she could truly observe him.

He's not unattractive at all. His long hair messily falling over his forehead, his strong jawline still visible under his neatly kept beard. She wondered what his body looked like underneath his clothes. He'd always looked quite fit to her, something she'd attributed to his strict workout routine as a footballer. Still, his arms were muscular too, biceps twisting and veins twirling underneath his skin as he kept drawing invisible shapes on the counter surface. She just wanted to reach out and caress his biceps, the unholy thoughts filling her mind as she kept eyeing him from beside him. If he wasn't such an ass, maybe she would've wanted to pursue something with him. Maybe.

"You admiring the art, babe?" He questioned as if on cue, stilling his movements to look at her with a curious smile on his stupidly pretty face.

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself." She spat back as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, turning her focus away from him. He started to lean closer to her side, his arm snaking around her as his scruff teasingly rubbed against her cheek.

"You love it, really." He whispered lowly in her ear. The drop in his voice made her shiver, clenching her legs together. She cursed herself for letting him have this kind of effect on her, and so she composed herself as she took a tentative step away from him.

"I don't. But I'd love if you went to bother those girls instead. Maybe I can have some fun watching you flirt." She held her fingers up, moving them to indicate quotation marks at the last word as she threw him a fake smile.

"I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." He replied matter-of-factly.

"Really, now?" She perked.

"Yeah." His voice sounder hoarse and rough, no effort in concealing the feelings currently coarsing through him. He raised his bottle of beer to take a sip, licking his lips before wrapping them around the bottle. She had a perfect view from beside him, seeing his adam's apple bop as he swallowed, the light perfectly illuminating his plump and moist lips that turned into a smirk as soon as he set the bottle down again. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Unfortunately for him, she could play that game, too.

So she took a daring step closer to him, resting her hand on his bicep that was definitely more defined than she previously imagined. She stood on her toes, reaching to whisper in his ear, her lips 'accidentally' grazing over his earlobe.

"Your little teasing makes me think youd rather kiss me too." She whispered seductively.

He didn't even reply, just grabbed her face to pull her into a kiss. He wouldn't have even thought of doing that half an hour ago, but now that she was teasing him, too, he figured it's what she wanted as well. Which is why he was so shocked when she pushed at his chest, her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Gross, Ben, have some decency." She scolded him. Truth is, she was much too aware of the other people in the room, not sure what they would make of their little predicament. Besides, if he started kissing her now, she wasn't so sure she could contain herself any longer. What's this boy done to you?

"C'mon, you can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other." He tried to reason with her, reaching out for her hands that she quickly moved out of reach from him. Was he really this oblivious, or was she just playing with him?

"I can actually." She smiled triumphantly at him as she pushed herself away from the counter. "And I don't believe in perfect."

"Y/N." He warned.

"Benjamin." She daringly spoke back, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. So, playing, then.

"You're insufferable."

"So are you." She said as she walked away from him, back to the hallway and opening his frontdoor, he was calling out after her, wondering if he really fucked up for her to be leaving now. She turned on her heel just as she stepped outside, looking right back at him with fiery eyes. He leaned against the doorway to look at her. He wasn't sure he trusted his legs to hold him up when she was looking at him like that.

"I don't kiss before the first date." He smiled at that. If he wasn't intrigued by her quick comebacks and arguing, he sure was now. She was playing his game, and she was winning, too. Though he tried his hardest not to show her.

"So go on a date with me." He deadpanned as he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Actually, I don't date footballers."

"Fuck you." He let out a laugh, then. One that vibrated throughout his chest.

"Maybe if you ask nicely." She added as she beamed at him, throwing him a wink. He tried to think of something to say, anything. But he was left a stammering mess, eyes wide at her explicit remark as she spun around and started walking the short distance back to hers. She had just swiftly shut him up, something not many people had the gift of doing. He was glad she didn't spare him another glance, because he was sure the angelic laugh that would erupt from her lips would cause his crimson cheeks to burn even harder. Damn him and his stupid games.

Damn her and her ability to see right through them.

[mizunetzu]

Shinsou, Mirio, and Tamaki with an s/o who likes to sing

⚠️warnings - mirio walking in on y/n showering

Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

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Shinsou:

When you initially met this man, and when you started dating, you just

Generally assumed he liked his quiet time

He just seems like a quiet person yk?

So you never really sung much around him, or when you were or he came into the area, you’d just stop singing

Not because you were shy or anything, but because you found the quiet very nice around him

But owo

You were in charge of cleaning the 1-C classroom afterclasses once

And since you were alone, you started humming a lil tune

Yeah

The humming turned into singing as you straightened up desks and wiped them down

Here comes Shinsou, walking down the hallway when he hears this...angelic voice singing from the class

He at first peeped in to see who it was, to see his wonderful s/o singing and prancing around the class as you cleaned

He was Enamored let me tell you that

But he made the mistake of entering the classroom, making you stop and look at him with an embarrassed smile

“Ah! Hi Hitoshi-kun! I’ll be done in a sec, then we can walk to the dorms together.”

He wasn’t going to lie when he said he wanted to hear your voice more

And he knew it was a scumbag move, but...

“(Y/n).”

“Yea-“

In a second, your eyes went white as your body stopped moving

This man brainwashed you,,,how rude

He walked towards a desk and sat on top of it.

“Finish your chores while singing that song you were singing just now, like I’m not even in the room with you.”

So that’s how you ended up singing while cleaning in a daze, with Shinsou happily swinging his legs along to the notes.

Don’t worry, he bought you food as apology after your trance broke ;)

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Mirio:

HE LOVES

LOVES

FUCKING LOVES HEARING YOU SING OK

IF HE COULD PUT THAT SHIT ON A MIXTAPE YOU BET HIS ASS HED BE PLAYING IT 24/7

But it’s not your fault your a bit shy when it comes to singing :(

But you bet your ass his ears are on hyper focus whenever he’s around you

But oh boy, there was this one time you were in the shower

And in the shower you’re supposed to be, well, alone—

And you were in the safety of your dorm, so-

You started humming a bit, then maybe started mumbling the words yknow...

Nah, you were full on belting, using the shampoo bottle as a microphone, fucking singing your heart out.

Mirio so happened to buy some takeout on his way back to the dorms, planning to share it with you

Walking to your dorm, he heard singing

Singing.

From your room

You’re singing

You’re singing!

YOU’RE SINGING!! YOU’RE SINGING!! (Y/N) IS SINGING!!

—Mirio, probably

Now, y’all know how Mirio’s quirk is being able to slip through things?

Sometimes when he heard you singing, he’d use his quirk and try to get to you as fast as possible

It has resulted in many, many jump scares of Mirio popping up through the floor when you were singing somewhere

Now, Mirio doesn’t know where exactly in the room you are, he just knows where the voice is and that you’re singing, and that he wants to get to you as fast as possible

So when he slipped through and popped up directly under your shower head? Yelling:

“(Y/N)! YOUR VOICE IS LOVELY AS EVER!”

Can you really blame him when you screamed and threw your shampoo bottle at his disembodied, shower-wall attached face?

You let him sit on the toilet seat cover listening to you sing, while he held a napkin to his bloody nose as you showered though.

Out of pity~

Hey, at least the shampoo bottle is sturdy enough to defend against intruders...

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Tamaki:

Out of all the boys here, he’s probably the only one who knew you sang frequently, but he’s never heard it for himself

Like, he knew you liked to sing, and he wanted to hear it someday, but it’s not like he would go up and ask you “hey, sing for me” or something...

Plus; he’d probably get a little too flustered hearing you sing to him

But he’d also get flustered if he was in a crowd while you sang to them, because of yknow, people

So he pushed his wantings of hearing you sing down :(((

That is until

One day he was having a real shit day

The 3-A teacher called on him to answer a question in class and his voice wouldn’t come out

Him and Mirio were separated during a partner assignments in hero training, so he had to talk to one of his other classmates

Talking I mean standing there awkwardly listening to them talk because Tamaki’s voice wouldn’t come out again

And to top it all off, he spilled water on himself during lunch while trying to take a drink of it

He just wanted to sleep by the time he got back to the dorms :(

Poor Tamaki :(((

He changed out of his wet clothes and flopped on his bed faced down.

But in comes you!! Here to!! Cheer up boyfie!!

“What’s wrong, bubba? Long day?”

He nodded wordlessly from the bed.

He felt you sit down on the bed somewhere near his face. You pulled his head up and laid it down on your lap, staring down at him as he stared up.

He started to freak out because hhh...lap pillow...but you calmed him down by stroking his hair and petting his head

He was starting to get a little sleepy, when he heard you singing softly

When I tell you this mans eyes snapped open—

You kind of forgot Tamaki Had Ears, so you were singing a soft lullaby while looking at something random in his room, probably thinking about nothing in particular as you sang mindlessly

But Tamaki

Oh boy Tamaki

HOW THE FUCK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAVE HIM LAYING IN YOUR LAP, SINGING HIM A SOFT LULLABY-?

He was just

Staring up at you listening to you sing with the reddest face ever

He knew you were good at singing but DAMN

DAMN—

He slept like a baby that day.

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