#not too happy with hiccup's face tbh but it is what it is

[hijacksecrets]

I couldn't draw the frosty cheeks without giving Jack something to blush about xD

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 424: Detroit Tears

Previously on BnHA: You know what, fandom is way too heated about this still so we’re just going to leave that be that for now and not get involved. I have some conflicted feelings about it, but this is not the place or time. This is a happy post.

Today on BnHA: Oh right, Horikoshi still owns the rights to my soul. And I’ve just been reminded of why I willingly signed them over to him so freely.

Quick heads up that this isn’t going to be my usual style of chapter reaction post, in that it’s really just going to be a ton of rambling about That One Scene. Partly because I’m only halfway caught up with stuff, but mostly because tbh, this is the only thing that matters to me right at this moment.

Also this is your friendly neighborhood spoiler warning that I’m posting about a chapter which hasn’t officially been released yet! So proceed at your own discretion. This reaction is based on @pikahlua’s excellent spoiler translation writeup here. I’ve officially lost all of my fucks about spoilers and it’s extremely liberating.

I’m glad that Kacchan’s arm isn’t just magically better and that he’s never going to be 100% again. and also that the doctor mentions him needing to rest his heart as well. because I did feel like there needed to be at least a few lasting consequences from him LITERALLY DYING AND UNDERGOING OPEN-HEART SURGERY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLEFIELD. but I’m also glad they established that it wasn’t career-ending or anything. he’ll probably have some chronic pain and occasionally aggravate his old injuries while fighting, all of which is great for angst purposes. but it was good to see him being calmly accepting of that while also being determined to put the work in to rehab it as much as possible.

also enjoyed the doctor summing up Kacchan’s highly improbable main character resurrection and subsequent antics as basically being some wild bullshit that nobody can explain. lampshaded the shit out of it. “I don’t really understand” lol. nobody understands. in truth it’s that his secondary quirk is bending reality to his will in order to kick ass.

moving on to the main event now! so Kacchan and Izuku’s reunion was obviously the highlight of this chapter and of my life, probably. I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like it wasn’t. y’all know how it is.

what really made this scene for me was Kacchan being more upset at Izuku’s loss than Izuku himself. all those callbacks and all that guilt. that careful selection of flashback panels. the fact that Kacchan’s past bullying of the quirkless Izuku wasn’t glossed over or forgotten, and in fact is the emotional core that fuels Kacchan’s reaction here. Horikoshi didn't have to cut that deep, but he knows what he's about.

and then the crying. I need to write a lot of words about this right the fuck now. first off, having Kacchan just flat out sob while Izuku for once is the calm one (at least until All Might goes in for the emotional kill later on), is such a beautiful reversal and really shows how far they’ve come. even better is that none of it was even remotely out of character. I’m always appreciative when an author can produce top tier emotional hurt/comfort like this and have it feel earned and authentic rather than forced. well done.

also, “Na--cchan!!” fuck yeah Izuku. we’ll never let him live this down. (but also, him later trying to reconcile his forever-tough image of Kacchan with the crying, hiccupping version standing in front of him, by blaming it on Kacchan’s weakened physical state... oh, Izuku.)

also the fact that Kacchan so easily reverts to this smol crying boy even after defeating the world’s greatest evil pretty much activated every protective instinct that I have. he’s seventeen. he’s practically a man now. he’s objectively one of the strongest and toughest people in the entire world. and yet his eyes still go so wide and his face is still so young and Horikoshi still draws him so tiny and vulnerable whenever he’s like this. goddamn gets me EVERY single time. let’s be real, it’s been this way ever since the “you looked like you needed saving” scene back in the literal first chapter. just, omg. he’s still just a kid and he’s too small to contain all these feelings SOMEONE HELP HIM.

anyway so NEEDLESS TO SAY, Kacchan full on mourning in between sobs because he wanted to keep being rivals with Izuku cut me to my core. I cried too, goddammit. because in Katsuki’s mind it’s like. he wasted a dozen years of potential friendship by being a giant asshole. and they were only able to start getting things back on track less than a year ago. and that was probably the best year of both of their lives. and that rivalry meant so much to both of them. pursuing their dreams together as equals. and he wanted it to continue!! he missed out on so much, and it was his own damn fault, and now it’s all being taken away again maybe!!

and I think it’s especially devastating to Katsuki because he was trying so hard to make up for how he treated Izuku, and then this comes along and now he’s worried it was all for nothing. he’s scared that Izuku will maybe have to quit being a hero. (we know that won’t happen, obviously, but Katsuki is living this and not just reading it. he’s never met narrator!Deku and doesn’t have the benefit of all that foreshadowing and stuff.) but even more than that, I think he’s scared that it will undo all of their progress toward mending their relationship. not because Katsuki thinks any less of Izuku now, quirk or no quirk; but because of how Izuku might feel about being quirkless again, and because of the memories it might bring flooding back to the surface. I don’t think Katsuki fully believes that Izuku has forgiven him. so that’s a major fear potentially rearing its ugly head once more now.

and of course, he’s also just sad and upset on Izuku’s behalf, because he knows Izuku is sad about it too, even if he’ll never show it and will just downplay it because of his selfless nature. it’s a major loss, and one deserving of tears being shed, even if Izuku won’t shed any of his.

so yeah. it’s a lot. in Katsuki’s mind it’s the potential loss of a partner (if Izuku quits heroics), and a friend (if Izuku does cool toward Katsuki as a result of being quirkless again), and a dream (of them reaching the highest heights together), and his friend’s dream. so it makes perfect sense that all of that would overwhelm him. all of this is stuff that’s broken him down on past occasions as well.

so anyway it’s going be very cathartic when all those fears prove to be unfounded (because they better be unfounded lol). but in the meantime it’s a very moving reminder of how much he really does care and how far the both of them have come.

also Horikoshi really couldn’t resist giving Nobu one last chance to destroy everyone when this scene rolls up in the anime. that’s so reckless of him. there will be no survivors.

All Might telling both of them they’d become the greatest heroes was also the perfect chef’s kiss moment on top of everything else. we already knew it, of course. but it was good to hear him say it. and they needed him to say it. they needed and deserved to hear it.

and I really love that the qualities he specifically praised them for were the same things that each of them had struggled with the most in their respective journeys. he tells Izuku, who had such a difficult time learning how to tell the world “I am here!!”, that he inspires everyone and has become everyone’s hero. and he reminds Katsuki, who struggled with learning how to save people, and has especially struggled with his guilt over what happened to All Might at Kamino, that he saved All Might’s life and is the reason he’s able to still be there with them. both of them just really needed to hear that acknowledgement and encouragement, and it was such a powerful passing of the torch moment. All Might gets so much shit from the fandom, but he really is a phenomenal mentor when he’s in the zone, and I’ll die on that hill.

also a nice touch keeping the focus of those panels on the two boys and their reactions. even though I would have liked to see All Might’s face when he thanked them at the end, it definitely felt deliberate. this is their moment. their soft little tearful smiles afterwards punted my heart off a cliff and then picked it up and held it gently.

lastly, let it be known that I’m still convinced Katsuki has OFA (All Might vestige explanation when??), and it’s not lost on me that that would be a mighty convenient way for Izuku to potentially still go on a-quirkin’ in the end, if that’s how Horikoshi wants to play it. I'm just saying.

also before I forget, just a quick shoutout to Horikoshi for FINALLY showing all three members of the Bakufam in a scene together in which they finally managed to not be completely dysfunctional lol. my deepest darkest BnHA secret is that Mitsuki is secretly super high up on my list of favorite characters. and she was great in this chapter, and I love how she was just “WHAT THE FUCK” aghast at Katsuki using his main character powers to continuously ignore his injuries. and then she and Masaru kind of silently agreeing to step outside the room and let the boys and All Might have their moment. while still secretly listening in. because you know they were. good for them.

lastly for reals, I just want you all to remember that as great as this chapter was, the one thing that it was STILL missing which we have STILL not gotten is a HUG. we demand HUGS. I’m not leaving this manga till I get a bkdk hug goddammit. I will stay here all night if I have to.

[muffinsin]

Can you please write dimitriscu sisters with child reader ?

Where the reader is attacked by a lycan or something gets found by the sisters (separately) and the immediate response of the reader when seeing each women is calling them mama ? I don't know if you accept these but if you do can you write what their reaction would be ? And the aftermath of it ? Like how their mundane life would be?

I don't think this breaks any of your rules or preferences but I'm sorry if it did

-( I'm not new to your blog but this is my first request)💜

This is such an adorable, heartwarming request! It’s been in my inbox forever, so I’m very happy I can finally get to it! :) as it comes a mundane life; I doubt any of them would live one tbh! They are absolutely ready to treat this child like royalty🙌👀

Splitting this into 3 parts btw, due to the length of each. This is Bela’s part, Cassandra’s will be linked here, Daniela’s will be linked here once it’s out🙌

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

She’s out hunting, at last not too busy to tend to this activity as well

It feels like it’s been forever since she last hunted with her sisters

Cassandra, despite her tough exterior, clings to her side subtly, hunting and retrieving prey only to bring it to Bela to show off. Daniela was less subtle, her arm hooked with Bela’s, her own hunt dismissed as she takes the opportunity to talk to her eldest sister and chat a little

Clearly, Bela is not the only one who missed this. Her heart aches a little knowing her busy work schedule forces her to neglect the time spent with her sisters

Where’d the time go? When did she become busy planning and working and managing things, rather than playing and looking out for her two younger sisters?

She shakes her head, dismissing these thoughts. She’s here now, she reminds herself

And as hours go on, she finds herself enjoying the hunt more and more again. Her senses are sharp, her reactions imminent

When Cassandra suggests a game, a competition of which sister can find the best prey within the last two hours left to them, she complies

Perhaps she could get a deer for them. She knows better than to go for varcalocs and larger lycans

What she doesn’t predict as she wanders and flies about, though, is the sweet, innocent cry she hears in the distance

No animal. A human

A cry, with no malice or aggression to be found

A helpless cry. A pained one. A scared one

A young one

Did a villager stray too far? But; the cry is so young, it can’t possibly come from an adult, from a hunter no less

Naturally, she investigates

And yet, when she finds you after moments already, she finds herself unprepared

You sit in the dirt, your back to her

Your little body shakes with every sob that leaves your wet lips. Your fingertips slide against the muddy ground anxiously, your other hand holding onto a stick far too rough for your small, soft hands

She frowns, unsure whether to make herself known or not

She can’t see your face, but you can’t be any older than eight, she figures

Upon inhaling, her nose scrunches up in disgust and her expression turns to one of concern. You reek of a lycan

Perhaps she should leave, she wonders to herself despite everything

She hardly ever stirs good emotions within people, after all. No matter their age

Yet..her heart aches and urges her to act with every little sob and cry that comes from you

Her natural instincts scream at her, urge her to act. She remembers her sisters, how they would cling and depend on her, look up to her, feel safe around her and only her

Something tugs at her heart when you begin hiccuping between your cries, your body shaking, your muddy hand raising to your face

She swarms around carefully, making sure she approaches you from the front rather than behind

When she does, though, she is greeted by yet another surprise

Upon getting close, she sees your wet, tear stained face. Your red cheeks, your puffy eyes, your wet lips, your red button nose

She spots the trap your leg is caught on immediately. A snare, the rope wrapped tightly around your little, swollen ankle

Yet, this isn’t what surprises her the most, but rather the words that fall from your wet lips the moment you lay eyes on her

“Mama!”, you all but yell desperately, your bottom lip wobbling, your muddy hands reaching out to Bela in a silent, desperate plea to be picked up

Mama?

She doesn’t quite understand, but doesn’t hesitate

Easily, she snaps the rope from around your ankle. Easily, her hands slip under your armpits and pick you up

You’re sat at her hip, carefully held by her. For once, she doesn’t care about her dress being dirtied by mud

“Mama!”, you repeat, your voice mixing with whimpers

She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know you

Yet, you seem so sure

“Bela”, she introduces herself

You stare at her blankly for a moment, then grin a little. Mama has a pretty voice

“Mama”, you confirm again

“Do I know you?”, she wonders. Could you be someone from her past life, maybe? It’s a life she has left behind after being infected, one she can’t remember, nor wishes to return to. She loves her family more than anything- Mother, Cassandra and Daniela. This is her family

You shake your head. No, you don’t know your mama. But you know, this is your Mama

With this, it seems you’re done talking. Bela gasps in surprise when you shift closer to her, your head rested on her chest, your little cries finally calming and quieting down as she rubs your small back lovingly

She doesn’t understand; don’t you know what she is? Probably not

And yet..she wants to keep you, and so she does

She holds you close to her as she walks back towards the castle again, a gentle smile on her lips as she sits and waits for her sisters

You’re cuddled up to her, a little bundle in her arms. You look…relaxed, like this

Still, she takes note of your swollen ankle, your cut cheek and dirtied face and clothing, your bruised ankle and the rash seemingly growing on your hands. You look malnourished, and almost sickly. She doesn’t notice, but holds you a little tighter

You seem so perfectly content in her arms, your little fingers hooked into her dress, your lips slightly parted as you sleep

“That’s a…unique catch!”

Bela jumps at Cassandra’s words and quickly turns to face her sister. In her hand she drags a wolf, nearly the same size as her, by far larger than you are

Next to her stands Daniela, a large, juicy deer dragged behind her, a big grin on her face

Bela rolls her eyes, her arms wrapping around you protectively

“They’re not for eating. I found them”, she clarifies, and with a stern glance, both her sisters shrug and refrain from more jokes

Once in the castle, Bela’s priority is to nurse you back to health

You whine sleepily as she draws you a warm bath and sets you down in it, but squeal in happiness almost at the many bubbles she’s added just for you

Bela carefully washes you, using a cloth and sponge to clean off all the dirt and mud still sticking to you

Thankfully, whatever lycan that was in proximity to you must have only scared you off, rather than attacking and landing a hit on you

You nearly fall asleep again when she washes your hair, her movements precise and careful

She ensures no water or soap gets in your tired eyes and scratches your scalp gently as she massages the soap into it and your hair

Soon enough, unruly and tangled hair is soft and clean and she can comb her fingers through it effortlessly

You aren’t familiar with this much warm water, bubbles and delicious scents and can’t help but cry and cling to her when it’s time to leave the bath again

You watch curiously as she dresses you, her touches gently and guiding, her voice soft as she talks you through it all

You glance around as she does

The fabrics are impossibly soft and good to your skin, her fingertips even more so. You don’t remember life at the village all too well, but recall the constant fear. You recall, your mother’s touch was never as soft and guiding as your Mama’s- Bela’s- is

Her room is large, larger than any house in the village. It’s also warmer than anywhere else you’ve ever been

When done dressing you, she rises, ready to find you something nurturing

But, the moment she moves from you, a hoarse whine and cry comes from you

Immediately, she picks you up and back into her arms, and likewise immediately you calm again

You mouth at her collarbone and shoulder, hungry, in pain, whining occasionally

When she walks out of the warm room, she notices you stare curiously

You hold onto her dress still, content to quietly stay with her. She doesn’t mind that you aren’t too talkative, instead opts for holding you close as she wanders to the kitchen

Inside, the staff immediately begins to gush about you. A child in the castle is…a rare sight, certainly

She doesn’t understand why; not yet, but possessiveness stirs up in her nearly immediately. She holds you closer to her, her emotions calming a little when you whine and push yourself closer to her in return

Now, each sister comes with a special, unique reputation

Daniela, the unpredictable one. Cassandra, the brutal one

Bela, the smart, level headed one

That is, until she isn’t anymore

You jump in surprise, a gasp, the loudest noise that’s come from you yet

A maid reaches out, and you flinch back instinctively. Yet, just when her fingers were about to touch your arm, Bela’s arm shoots out

As it does, her sickle is summoned and a single swipe is all it takes for the woman’s hand to come clean off

Three of the staff members scream, the others lower their gazes to the ground

You cry quietly, the noises all too familiar. And yet..you find it’s not all that bad, because your mama is still with you, still holding you close

You calm faster than Bela would’ve expected, even more so when the staff is dismissed and you’re left alone with her

And still, when she looks in your eyes…she doesn’t find fear like she expected

From this day on, you are practically inseparable

She is your mama, and everybody knows. You have her, her sisters and Mother wrapped around your finger

She teaches you to be strong, to be fast, to be smart. She guides you and inspires you, teaches you to go after your interests and encourages you to tend to your hobbies

She loves you, she realises very early on

The maternal connection between the two of you is pure, real, and immediate

She vows to always protect you, and always does. Always has, and always will

You’re her world

[shdo-xplosion]

k. bakugou x reader

warnings: medieval au, angst with a somewhat happy ending, childhood friends to lovers (with some hiccups in between), brief mentions of death, morbid jokes, outdoor sex, p in v, fem-bodied reader, bkg calls you his ‘woman’ once

word count: 3k

notes: tbh i do not know where this came from. i had a very vague idea and ran with it, and here we are. hopefully everyone can enjoy it! (´͈ ᵕ `͈ ）

You’ve been traveling for so damn long, legs sore from the never ending trek, heels blistered from the rub of your boots, face chafed from the dry winds.

It could be worse, you suppose. The elements could be harsher. You’re lucky that it’s springtime and you’re not stuck in the dead of summer or winter. Plus, your company is better than most. It’s quiet between the two of you, as it has been for the last couple of years, but there’s no bickering, just a few snide comments borne of exhaustion. Truthfully, both of you are too tired to argue like you used to.

Suddenly, a rough hand shoots out to stop you in your tracks, and you look at Katsuki in alarm.

“Wha-”

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

His crimson eyes are fixed on something on the horizon. It’s nothing more than a glimmer to you, but if you squint…

“Is that…”

“Water.”

A river from the looks of it, beckoning you with open arms.

The two of you take off at a run (or the closest your aching bodies will allow), stumbling over dirt and grass until you’re at the edge of the glimmering stream. It babbles at you happily, splashing over rocks and caressing the earth around it.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” you half-joke. It is magnificent, but it still somehow pales in comparison to the man next to you who’s ripping his boots off. Not even this water could quench the craving you have for him.

“Gonna feel even better,” Katsuki mutters, glancing over at you then urging, “what, you shy? Take your clothes off n’ get in.”

Your cheeks heat at the demand but you end up doing just that. You haven’t bathed in god knows how long. The only water you had before was strictly for drinking no matter how much you had wanted to pour some over your head at times.

Like Katsuki, you pull your boots off first then shrug out of your outer layer of leather hide. Riding pants then your tunic. You hesitate at your undergarments, eyes darting to Katsuki’s already nude form as he drops to the ground and dips his legs in the river. His broad shoulders sag in relief, the wide expanse of his back exposed to the sunlight and glistening gold under the heat. You miss touching it, tracing over every pale scar, counting the stray freckles that dot his spine and ribs…

“Don’t be so awkward about it.” His voice snaps you out of your daydream. “Nothin’ I ain’t seen before.”

He’s right. It’s been a long time, but still. You’ve seen every inch of one another in the past, patching up training wounds then brushing lips over them.

“Don’t be so pushy,” you mumble, finally pushing your underwear down and taking off the wrap around your chest. Taking a deep, unencumbered breath, you let a small smile creep onto your face. The wind feels nice for once, cooling your skin that’s been sticky with sweat for what feels like forever.

Katsuki is standing now, up to his hips in the water, and holds a hand out for you. He doesn’t bother averting his eyes, only ever having been a gentleman when it’s suited him and apparently this is not one of those times.

It’s chilly at first, but after submerging your whole body, wetting your hair, the temperature is more than pleasant.

“Gods, that feels good,” you groan, scratching your nails over your dripping arms to scrub away as much grime as you can.

Katsuki dunks his head under, shakes his hair like a dog when he straightens up and pelts you in the face with stray drops. You splash him in return and initiate a small war, both of you now in a rare giddy mood despite your terrible circumstances.

The village was the only place you’d known. You spent your days like most of the other kids, tending to the land and training. It didn’t matter if you were a boy or a girl or whose house you came from. Everyone had to learn to fight, to brandish sword and shield and be ready to raise both in the event of a raid.

In the end that training hadn’t helped. What’s a few blades against a mountain of fire? How can a shield defend a burning corpse?

When all was lost—your mother, father, and the tiny shack you called home, you were ready to give up. Flames licked at your face, and smoke filled your lungs, but a familiar hand tugged you up from your knees and pulled, dragging you as he ran.

Out of the entire village, you and Katsuki are the only survivors.

You’ve thought about the event since your journey to the kingdom began, but in this moment, as the two of you fling water at each other, you don’t think about it at all. All you see is Katsuki’s sharp smile, the little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the lightheartedness displayed on his face.

Even when you were kids Katsuki was a little severe. He was loud and abrasive and always scowling. Most of the other children were scared of him, but you never were. Where others saw rabid animal you saw a lonely boy who needed a friend, and you were more than happy to be that friend.

You were just training buddies at first and then your families began sharing meals, trading eggs for milk, splitting chores. Other families in the village had been doing the same for ages, but it had taken meeting Katsuki and his parents for yours to make the same connection.

Swapping meals turned to swapping stories, playing pretend, exploring the tall grasses and woods, and when both of you grew older it all progressed into something much more. Kisses under the moonlight, wildflowers at your window, nervous hands brushing over bare bodies.

Your parents knew and didn’t mind. The assumption was that you and Katsuki would start a family of your own, raise your own strong, passionate children.

Katsuki had other plans, though. A secret he had kept for years.

You’re going to leave me to fight for a king that doesn't care about us? Who keeps us pressed into the dirt with the toe of his boot?

I’m trying to make sure you’re okay! That everyone’ll be taken care of!

Everyone is fine here! We have land we can farm! We have stock to eat and water to drink!

How’s that enough for you?!

Your voices were raised, echoing through the trees that usually hid your late night escapades. Now they hid the end of them.

There was a town nearby. Small but bigger than the village. It had stone streets and places to shop, shelter that would actually keep you dry during storms and warm during winter. If Katsuki became a soldier, he’d be able to move you and his family there.

His family but not yours.

It simply wasn’t an option. You couldn’t leave them behind, and you were appalled that Katsuki would even suggest it. So that was it. That was your last real conversation. Everything else was about milk or eggs or crops. There was nothing left to say. Even when months passed and Katsuki didn’t leave the village you had no words for him, afraid to get reattached only to lose him.

Now, though, in the cleansing waters, it feels like you have everything to say, words that have been stuck in your throat since he pulled you from the cinders of your ruined village.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he rubs his palms down his chest, nails reddening the muscles of his abdomen then scratching at the trail of hair that travels from his belly button to the water.

“Enjoying the view?” he chuckles, laugh growing when you whip your head away from him. “S’okay. I’m lookin’ too.”

That only makes you turn all the way around, crossing your arms over your breasts as the place between your legs begins to throb. He’s looking at you like that? After everything?

You take a shuddering breath, squeeze your eyes shut tight when you feel him touch your hip.

“Don’t.”

His thick fingers curl around the curved bone.

“Kat…”

“Why?” His voice is low, right behind you so that you feel the question on the nape of your neck.

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want you to just because you don’t have any other options. Just because it’s only us.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

His other hand is on you now, both reaching around your waist to lock right above your pelvis.

“Why’d you stop talkin’ to me? Why didn’t we ever make up?”

“Why didn’t you ever leave?” you counter.

He goes rigid, arms tightening around you. “Didn’t want to.” Then, much quieter, “didn’t wanna leave you.”

The words hit you right in the chest, ricocheting in your ribcage. You wiggle to turn in his grasp, eyes wide as they stare into his.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

Katsuki frowns. One of those deep frowns. “You wouldn’t give me time of day! Any time you saw me you’d turn around. Could barely fuckin’ look at me.”

“Can you blame me?” You pull yourself out of his arms. “You wanted me to leave my parents behind. You wanted me to leave everything behind!”

“I wanted you to be taken care of! I wanted to take care of you!

You scoff. “I can take care of myself, Katsuki.”

“I know you can, but so can I. And I should,” he rasps. He looks more emotional than you’ve ever seen him, hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming into his pleading eyes. “I should be your husband by now.”

Your brain shuts down momentarily, unsure if you actually heard what he just said. He still wants to marry you?

“Of course I still wanna marry you!” Must have said that out loud. “I still wanna do everything with you. I’d walk through hell if I got to do it with you.”

Don’t cry. Do not cry. Do not show that you’ve been waiting to hear those words since that last fight.

He wipes a tear from under your eye with a calloused thumb, expression softening.

“Well,” you clear your throat, “I guess you’re in luck since we’re going through hell right now. Burnt village. Dead families…”

“Probably gonna get thrown in the dungeons when we get to the palace,” he adds casually. “King doesn’t take too kindly to outsiders.”

“Will you still think I’m pretty when rats start nibbling on my toes?” It’s dark to joke about. But life has not been kind to you as of late, and even in the midst of all of your fear and grief, you’re finally able to crack a smile (sad as it may be), and your stomach flips the way it used to.

“I’ll still think you’re pretty when they eat your face,” he tells you, caressing your cheek. It’s so sincere that it makes you laugh.

“That’s absurd.”

“What’s absurd is that I haven’t kissed you in a god damn eternity.”

You nearly tackle him into the water, arms around his neck as he catches you with a small ‘oof’, and even though the entire top half of your body is exposed to the air, it still feels like you’re entirely submerged. Drowning in Katsuki without want for oxygen.

His lips are chapped just like yours, yet they’re the softest thing you’ve ever felt. Gentle even with hungry teeth, tender even with his greedy tongue.

The water, once cool, feels boiling, like your bodies are giving off steam. His hands grab at your ass, fingertips digging into the fat of it before he lifts you to set you on the riverbank.

You immediately lock your legs around him, like you’re scared of him suddenly disappearing, but Katsuki attaches himself to you in the form of his mouth on your skin, nipping down your neck, sucking bruises down your shoulder and collarbone.

Frantic fingers find their way between your legs, grazing the inside of your thighs before softly brushing your sensitive folds.

“Missed you so much,” Katsuki grumbles, lowering himself in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You hold his head tightly, pulling him further into you. “I missed you too, Kat. So much.”

The first finger sinks into your heat, making you whimper in satisfaction. Katsuki continues to suck on your hardened bud, swirling his tongue around it to distract you from the stretch of his second finger and the slight burn that comes with it.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“I know, I know, I got you.” He uses a thumb to massage your clit, your legs trembling as your body begins to open up for him. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt again.”

“I’m ready,” you tell him. “I want you, please…”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want you dripping’ before I give you my cock.”

You whine, thighs flexing around his waist. You aren’t giving him much room to work with, but you can’t stand the thought of letting him go. His hand is pressed tightly against you, fingers so deep in your pussy as he pumps and curls them. He finds your spot as if he had just touched you yesterday, always so good at reading you, and kisses your throat when you throw your head back.

He abuses the spongy tissue until you’re leaking into the water below, moaning his name and pulling his hair.

“Please, please, need you, Kat.”

He chuckles, an almost condescending, “shh shh, baby. It’s okay.”

He lines himself up and pushes in slowly—so slowly—his thick cock spreading your gummy walls. He feels impossibly large after so long apart, his tip alone stretching your entrance thin so that you scrunch your eyes shut.

“Feel so good already,” Katsuki groans. He pushes his hips forward, and even through the burn your body sucks him in further, begging for more.

“Takin’ me so well, fuck…”

Once he’s bottomed out, Katsuki stays still for several seconds, and your cunt clenches around him automatically, still trying to adjust to his size.

A slow rhythm to start, steady thrusts that drag along your walls and gently slide over your most sensitive spot. Moans stay caught in your throat, mouth open, and you know that as soon as you start making noise you won’t be able to stop.

Katsuki begins moving his hips faster, making the water splash around you on the bank. The chill of it is a stark contrast from the heat of Katsuki’s body and the affectionate burn in your chest.

His strong hands wrap around your head, holding you as he kisses you fiercely. His rhythm stutters, but his lips move against yours perfectly, forming the words, “I love you,” so desperately that it makes you ache. “I love you, I love you. I never stopped.”

“I love you too,” you breathe heavily into him, muscles tightening with every pointed thrust. Your sticky slickness drips out of you, making the slide of his cock effortless. He feels so good, so deep inside you the way he’s supposed to be. Always supposed to be.

“Squeezin’ me so sweet,” he croons, jaw dropping open as he loses himself in sensation. “Always so sweet to me…”

The feeling of his fingers on your clit again is enough to send you over the edge, your nails digging semi-circles into his back as you cry his name loud enough to echo in the emptiness around you.

The rhythmic pulsing of your orgasm milks the cum from Katsuki’s cock, the warmth of it coating your insides, filling you to the brim. He gasps with every thick string he shoots into you until he’s finally dry.

You let him rest his head on your shoulder for some time, giving you both a chance to catch your breath before you pull him out of the water and topple over into the grass.

The sun is setting, the sky painted orange and pink in the afterglow of yet another day. You admire the way it shines over the treetops, the rays of it bathing you in such a comforting way. Everything will be okay, you think. We can survive as long as we’re together.

“Guess I should go find us some food,” Katsuki eventually muses, adding a smirking, “gotta make sure my woman stays fed.”

You roll your eyes and give him a light shove. “Your woman can feed herself, thank you very much.”

“Don’t I know it,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Never seen you so cock-hungry.”

“Oh my gods, Katsuki!”

“I’m just sayin’!” he laughs. More like cackles.

Your glare holds no weight, but you still suck your teeth at him and mumble, “think I’d prefer the rats over this.”

“Won’t be nearly as filling as—”

You cut him off by rolling on top of him and covering his mouth with yours. “Stop talking.”

He hums, settling his hands on the small of your back. “Only if you keep doin’ this.”

“I will if you keep your promise to marry me.”

“Second I can, I will.”

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize, alter, or repost my work to any other platforms.

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Babbbbbbe i have a request. So I just found out I have to get my wisdom teeth take out but apparently they are severely impacted so I have to go through surgery! Keep in mind I’ve never had surgery. Never in my life. So I’m scared tbh. I just need a fluffy fic with any of my comfort characters(James potter, Sirius black, Remus lupin, will turner, or Steve Harrington) whoever you think fits it best. But I need reassuring vibes and then funny vibes after like drugily flirting with them and then they tell us we are already married! And que happy song or dance from us! Pretty please. Because I have no one to take me and I’m terrified tbh…

Hon....I will give you the sweetest fic anyone has ever read....they will need their teeth filled after

Dear we are married

Pairing: Will Turner x Fem reader

Description: After too many drinks making you have courage you confess your love to Will and he surprises you with something you forgot

Warnings: Minor swearing

You enjoyed being on land and occasionally having a good drink of water and ale in the tavern but also getting some time with your husband Will who you were sitting next to as you grew tipsy. Soon after losing count of how many drinks you had consumed you looked to will with a smile on your face as he laughed at Gibbs who was very drunk of his head falling out of a chair "God why do I feel like this every time I look at you?" he turns looking at you with his brow raised "Feel what?" you sigh taking another drink of ale hiccuping "I feel so safe, warm, in love, and mushy and I don't know what to say to you cause you won't feel the same" Elizabeth comes over as you talk laughing and shaking her head "Mr Turner is she saying what I believe she is saying?" Jack walks his way over watching you sway and hiccup in your chair putting his hat on you "Thanks jack". He looks at elizabeth and will then looking at you before putting his hat back on his head "Boy she is snoggered alright have fun lover boy" he walks away and sitting next to Gibbs drinking more rum as elizabeth walks away laughing as you give her a hug before she leaves going to the inn not far to sleep for the night "I feel the same my dear I always have" you smile big grabbing rum from behind the bar "Woo! Let's get married then might as well" he laughs loudly making you smile bigger as you sit down with the rum in between the two of you, helping you up as you head back to the ship going in his quarters as you tell him you should get married on the ship as he just laughs sweetly "Dear we are married have been for awhile now we got married on the beach" you look at him in shock "We are?!" he laughs even more as you lay down falling asleep with him next to you. You wake up feeling a bit rough from the ale going up deck shielding your eyes from the sun with one of will's hats as you go up where he was standing with elizabeth "Well look who's up" you wave at them as you get awake leaning your head on will's shoulders hearing gibbs laugh as he looks at you "What happened last night? Why do I feel like a big bag of shit? And where is my ring?" she giggles along with will chuckling as he turns to look at you "A lot of us got very wasted last night, you were very drunk, and your ring is on my neck so you wouldn't lose it you gave it to me before we went on land remember?" after you got more awake, putting your ring back on, and heard what he said you slowly start to remember everything that happened and two seconds later you looked at the two wide eyed "Oh my god how did I forget that and why was I that drunk?!" they both laugh as you hide your face in will's chest and jack comes up to hear what was going on "So our lass finally remembered the drunk stupor from last night eh" elizabeth nods while giggling and you flip jack off making will laugh more as he holds you.

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- Chapter 6 -

A/N: Tbh I wanted to wait a bit longer with posting it, but I couldn’t😆 I always have the need to post everything I write asap lol

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Previous chapter

……….Swimming with your little sister, you saw something shimmer in the corals, immediately grabbing your attention. Grinning you grabbed the pretty necklace, gently removing it from the coral it was stuck in.

It was so pretty! So shiny. Perfect for a gift to show your sister how much you loved her. Swimming closer to her, you signalized her with your calling, that you were approaching here, to not scare her accidentally. Putting the necklace around her neck, she brushed her nose against your cheek, thanking you for the gift.

Before you two could enjoy the happiness surrounding you, a shadow covered your silhouettes leaving you in darkness.

Looking up you recognised the underside of a…ship? Yeah, that was the right term. A ship. Or boat. You’d heard people say that. And you weren’t allowed to be this close to them. Not unless they were sinking-but this ship looked very new and working.

An uneasy growl arose from your chest. Your sister recognised it as danger, looking up and gulping, when the ship came to a stop right over your heads.

You signalized your sister danger and to swim as quickly as possible, wanting to do the same -but a sharp, blinding pain shot through your tail, stopping you from moving further but when you looked at your tail there was… a hole? Blood. There was blood, a wound but you didn’t understand why, not knowing you had been shot. Never having seen that kind of injury before.

Not being able to move your tail anymore, a heavy net was thrown into the water trapping you but at least your sister was safe. You signalized your sister to go home, not looking back. Never looking back again. Just making it home safe. It’s all that mattered.

Shortly after the net was pulling you out of water.

That's the last time you saw your sister. This day was the last time you saw your family for a long, long time…

…pain shot up your arm like fire (not that you knew what that was). You hissed quietly, trying to bite the man in the white coat who was injecting you with something. Even more pain. It exploded in your head with a blinding whiteness. It made you dizzy. It was all so much……

…….They had put you in a small tank, to inspect you. Like an animal, watching your movements and ability to breath under water which they were very interested in and how it worked. If there was another possibility for you to breath underwater; without using your gills.

…metal covered your mouth and your whole throat -your gills, making it impossible to breathe through these. The muzzle was fitting like a glove, like it was made for you… maybe it was? It just fitted too well to be a coincidence.

You hammered with your fists against the glass, trying to free yourself, to pull down the mask -anything.

You couldn’t breathe with it on.

You were drowning.

Steve woke up with a loud gasp, looking to the side where you moved and whimpered in your sleep. This wasn’t just a nightmare. These were memories.

But not his.

Gently he leaned over you, shaking your shoulder trying to wake you up. “Mer -wake up. It’s a dream. Mer-“ A sharp pain made him gasp when your crawls broke the skin there, making blood immediately run down your forearm.

You seemed to not recognise him at first -he had seen this before. Bucky's nightmares were similar. He never recognised where he was at first. “It’s okay. It’s Steve. We’re in the compound” he tried to remind you, taking your arm from his shoulder.

It helped. You gasped, pulling away from Steve and pushing him away from you, looking down at your bloody hand. “Oh Steve -sorry -sorry” you hiccuped, feeling immediate tears run down your face while you hid your face behind your face.

It broke Steve’s heart seeing you like this. Slowly he took your hands in his, ignoring the dull pain in his shoulder with every movement. “It’s okay. Come here -it’s okay. Come here. Cuddles, okay? You like cuddles” Steve said softly, pulling you closer into his chest

You let head fall against his chest, sobbing into his chest, breathing in his scent. It calmed you a bit but Steve could feel you shaking either way, probably still worked up from the memories and nightmares.

Steve gave you a gentle kiss on your head, stroking over your hair while he squeezed your hand lightly. “ ‘m sorry, Steve” you whispered, slowly lifting your head up and nuzzling your nose against his neck, smelling the blood from the wound that was close to his neck. You whined apologetically. “So sorry…” Steve shook his head, hearing your words. “I don’t mind. You had very bad dreams. It’s okay. I’m glad you’re awake now and don’t… don’t see that stuff anymore.”

Slowly you pulled a bit away to look at him, pulling your eyebrows together. “You see?” You had heard once about that …a bond allowing two people to see if the other was in distress, a bond between two people that loved each other. Between people meant to be. But you had never expected it to be real in that way. You always thought it allowed to feel or maybe suspect a feeling or something similar but… that… that was a lot. Wow.

“I saw it, yes. And I’m so sorry… your sister… what happened at hydra… the muzzle… god I’m so sorry they did that to you” he mumbled, “I’m sorry they… they made you drown” Steve didn’t know how to react, besides holding you close.

You sighed against Steve’s neck, sniffing quietly. Everything felt so long ago. You couldn’t remember when exactly you’d seen your family the last time.

“Steve, movie please?” you asked, wanting to get your mind off these awful nightmares and memories.

Without needing to say anything Steve put on a Disney movie, something that would make you happy (and probably ask about a lot of stuff which he didn’t mind. He liked your curiosity.)

For a moment you nuzzled your face into his neck, gently nibbling at his pulse point, making Steve gasp quietly. Goosebumps erupted over his skin while he pulled you a bit closer, doing the same to your skin and gills. You whined quietly which sounded similar to a moan. Steve licked one last time over your skin, before pulling away. A big and flustered grin on his lips.

“Yhm… movie, we wanted… to watch a movie” he whispered.

You bit your bottom lip, scratching over his throat. You’d love to take your mind with other stuff than just a movie… but he was right. Besides… it wasn’t the right time.

Nodding you looked at the TV, even though you couldn’t keep your eyes open for long. Not with Steve holding you so close, hearing his calming heartbeat… the warm embrace…

You fell asleep.

This time there were no dreams or nightmares. You felt very rested the next time you woke up in Steve’s arms.

“Mm…. Steve, Food?” you sighed, sitting up and watching the blond doing something with the small weird device called phone. A smile crept over his face while he looked at your sleepy eyes. “Yes, sweetheart, let’s get some food.”

You didn’t bother changing into your clothes, just staying in Steve’s big shirt and sweats. He watched you amused while you tripped a bit over the legs of the sweats, always scoffing at them when this happened. Steve followed you to the kitchen where you opened the fridge. “Wait, sweets, let me help you” hearing Steve voice you looked up at him, a small smile on your face. „Yes, Steve help.“

First he took your hands in his, making you hold them out for him while he rolled up the sleeves. He noticed your skin was a bit drier than on the first day here. Did living as a human affect your skin? He really hoped not but maybe it would be better for you to go back. For your health and probably also your mental health…

It would be better for him too. So he would fall for you (not more than he already did.)

“Okay, now the pants” with that he kneeled before you, taking your ankle gently and letting you slowly put it on his knee. The fuzzy socks made him grin when he rolled up the legs of the sweats.

“Part of me wants to ask what you’re doing, Capsicle but the other part doesn’t want to know '' said Tony, walking into the kitchen… in yesterday's clothes. Which was normal for him, he often worked through the night.

Steve sighed. “Pants are too big” you answered quicker, pointing at Steve who was rolling up the other leg. Tony’s eyebrows nearly shoot up to his hairline. “And why are you wearing his clothes, little fish?”

You scoffed. “I’m no fish. And no little” you mumbled, letting your gaze linger on Tony’s body, then looking back to Steve and again to Tony. “You little, look Steve big… so big…” the last words were whispered more to yourself while you rubbed Steve’s shoulder, since he was still kneeling before you.

God, he was really big… and strong… such a good provider. He’s a good mate. He’d be perfect to take care of a family.

Tony’s grumbling about something made you look up while Steve tried not to grin, even though he felt blood rush to his cheeks, probably making him blush furiously.

His chest felt a bit tight -in a good way -maybe more like… a tingling? He just felt really great. Kinda proud, knowing you thought he was big and strong. Maybe he could impress you during training? He could let you come with him, watch him-

He had no idea where that kind of thinking was coming from.

While you made yourself a toast -Steve was proud you had already learned to do that. It took Bucky longer to figure it out-and drank orange juice, Steve told Tony about your family. Or at least what he knew from the dreams you showed him.

“We should get her back -bring her to the waters. Back to her real home” Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face while they sat down at the table.

Tony watched as you filled two cups with coffee and put them down in front of Steve and Tony. Both men smiled and thanked you quietly while you nibbled on your toast.

“When would you like to do it then? We could maybe talk to the others-“ “today -or tomorrow -I don’t know. As soon as possible” interrupted Steve, pulling at his hair lightly.

You could tell Steve was in distress, grabbing his hand gently from his hair and pulling it closer to your lips, gently biting into his skin. Not enough to break the skin or for it to be painful. Just to give him comfort. At least that’s what you’d normally do to your mate in a stressful situation.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, cupping your face but letting go of you again and looking back to Tony, meeting his gaze.

Tony understood what was going on -he had already thought something was going on between Steve and you. “Are you sure about that, Steve?” this time his question was quieter, voice softer. A face he only showed rarely.

Nodding Steve took his hand from your face and stood up. “I’ll tell the others. Everyone should be able to say goodbye” said the blonde, leaving the room.

You watched after him, a pout on your lips. “Steve sad?”.you asked quietly. Tony nodded, sipping at his coffee.

Wanting to take your mind off Steve he pushed the other coffee to you. “Have you tried coffee before?” “No? I try” Tony grinned.

The face you made was worth taking a picture.

A couple hours later you were in one of Tony’s cars (which ended with you scratching the leader seats), fidgeting with the sleeve of your (Steve’s) sweater, being nervous but also happy about going back to your family. Your eyes were glued to the window, watching the people, lights and buildings. There was so much happening outside.

Somehow Steve seemed as nervous as you were. There’s also something else behind his eyes but he tried to hide it. That’s also why Bucky decided to drive the car. Besides, he wanted to say goodbye properly. In the time you were with them you really sneaked into his heart. Especially seeing how happy you made Steve.

“Oh Bucky cat!” you squeaked pressing your nose to the window, trying to see more of the cat that was walking on the sidewalk. Bucky looked back at you through the rearview mirror, a smile creeping onto his lips. God, he’d miss watching you play with Alpine. Alpine doesn’t like many people but you? This little furball loved you. “It’s a very nice cat. But Alpine is prettier, right?”

Immediately you nodded furiously. “Alpine prettiest!” Bucky laughed at your words, looking at Steve from the side for a moment. “What do you think, pal? Alpine prettiest?” Steve’s mouth twitched to a smile, even though Bucky could tell it was more of a sad smile than anything else. “Yes, Alpine is beautiful.”

You tried to move a bit forward, being held back by the seat belt which you hissed at again. (It wasn’t easy to convince you to close it.) “Steve sad?” you asked, putting your head against his seat.

He smiled at you, grabbing behind him to gently rub your calves. “No, sweetheart. I’m fine, just… I’ll miss you. That’s all” he sighed. It’s not like he could tell you he wanted you to stay. Or that he loved you.

“I’ll go back, home.” Steve knew what you meant. You wanted to go back home and he wouldn’t held you back. Not because of his silly feelings.

(He did, in fact, not understand it correctly. You misused a few words, again. Instead of saying you’d come back home, you sounded more like you wanted to go home. Steve had no idea he was your home now.)

You took his hand, squeezing gently. “Steve home. Always home” he knew you’d choose home over him. Who wouldn’t?

Bucky stopped the car and you all stepped out (with Steve helping you open the seat belt.) Excited you started looking around, especially when you finally heard the water. With bright eyes you looked back at Steve. “Steve, Steve, Steve!” you laughed, running quickly to the water but before you could step into it, you stopped.

“Steve, Bucky come to water” you grinned walking a step into the sea, only so your ankles were wet. Both men came closer making you take another step but Steve quickly grabbed your hand. “Wait let’s… let’s say goodbye okay? I want to hug you” he whispered, already pulling you against his chest. You smiled into his muscles, closing your eyes.

Steve felt his heart clench. Did you want to just go like this? Without even looking back at him? He knew he wasn’t really important to you but… this little? It hurt.

But maybe this was the right thing to do.

Just rip off the bandaid. Quick and painless. (Very painful actually.)

Letting go of you, you quickly also pulled Bucky for a hug. Sighing he put his head on your shoulder. It would be so sad to never see you again. Or see you with Steve, sitting in his lap, giggling…

“We’ll miss you, Mer”

After he released you, you took a step back, turning to go into the water -but then you looked back at Steve. Within seconds you were on him, pulling him close against you and pressing your lips, a bit more forceful than necessary, against his. He kissed you back, pulling you even closer against him.

His heartbeat quickened while his whole body felt like it would explode from all the tingling. God, he had no idea how he’d make it without you. It’s like… it’s like he couldn’t breathe without you. Like you were the-

When you pulled away, a quiet whine escaped his lips, making you giggle. “Steve home” you whispered, making him nod slowly. He felt tears fill his eyes and threatened to fall. “Yeah, home… you should go to your family. Be happy…” he whispered, kissing your forehead a last time.

You pulled your eyebrows a bit together. Why was Steve so sad? You’d be gone for a bit but you’d come back?

“Now go, sweetheart. I hope you’ll find a nice treasure or something on your way home” he tried to joke, making your lips twitch to a grin. Oh he wanted a gift! He wanted- you immediately nodded your head.

A few minutes of having a hard time letting you go, Steve took a step back. But before you could really walk into the water you took off the clothes you were wearing, throwing them at the both men. (Both men blushed a bit seeing your naked form which you didn’t even try to cover. It even seemed like you were pretty happy with taking off the pants)

When you were in the water past your hip, you dived into the water.

After a few seconds a figure jumped out of the water. With a beautiful, grey-blue(ish) tail, looking much healthier than when they first saw you.

Quickly you came up one more time, waving back at the two men standing at the shore before diving under the water.

The last thing the soldiers saw was your tail, shooting out of the sea and splashing water.

Then you were gone.

And Steve heard something crack, deep in his chest.

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[stingro]

HI MERRR hope ur doing well !!!

for the reqs- consider some remlo+right person/wrong time, or blysen+first kiss?

or anything vaguely soulmate-y is cute too ^_^

HELLO MY FRIEND SPEX ^^ i'm doing well and i hope you are doing well too!!

SORRY. OKAY I FINISHED THIS I POSTED IT WRONG. HOLD ON. Ok i did blyke/isen first kiss but tbh one day i'll go back and write a full slow burn character study about blysen in uni haha see. i'm not super proud of this but i will definitely go back one day and expand upon this completely

darling, you're a little insufferable

blysen. 1220 words.

The first thing Blyke says when he opens the door to his dorm room is, "Go away, I'm trying to finish my homework," before promptly attempting to slam the door shut right on Isen's perfect face. (Because it does make sense that despite his rotting university excuse of a student diet consisting primarily of instant noodles, diet soda, and the occasional soju bottle, Isen is still somehow the picture of health and happiness.)

Isen stops the door from slamming by poking his foot through a slit, and in one fell swoop, swings it open. Blyke groans.

"Now, hold on," says Isen, holding his hands up in surrender. "Pack your shit, we're going to Moonite Park."

"I have shit to do." He crosses his arms grumpily, looking at his desk with all of its books. "I don't have time to go out right now. I still have to maintain my grades and—"

"Whoa, whoa. Hey." His voice gets softer and he gets close to Blyke, pressing his hands into Blyke's shoulders to ease the tension. "I know you have a lot to do. But it's not good for you to stay cooped up like this. Take a break. Let's grab some boba and go to the park, and you can work there."

"But, I—"

"Get ready, go change, and we'll leave in ten minutes." Isen ruffles Blyke's hair, and maybe Blyke's tired, because he just lets him. It's formed from years of comfort. "The sun will do you some good."

Finally, Blyke sighs in defeat and shoves his hands in his pockets before going over to his closet to pick something out. "Fine. You win."

***

Through the warm sun in the middle of fall and summer and Isen's slow, soft questions, Blyke opens up a bit more on the walk to the boba shop, telling Isen about a stupid group project that only three of them have worked on in a group of eight. And Isen is the kind of person to make jokes about how he 'shouldn't have been a STEM major and done something like Drama instead', but he thinks the bags under his eyes are particularly prominent and that his posture makes him look disheveled despite the effort he put into choosing an outfit that didn't scream 'My life is falling apart and I've survived off of pure spite', because Isen just nods his head and listens quietly before offering to pay for Blyke's boba.

Blyke looks at him like he’s crazy, head splitting in two, but Isen snorts and says, “Relax, idiot. I’m not doing your homework for you.”

Blyke immediately smacks his shoulder, hard. “I know you’re not! God, don’t ruin a nice moment by opening your big, fat mouth!”

Despite that, Isen opens up his wallet and pays for both drinks at the kiosk, and when they sit down with their drinks, Blyke finally feeling the chill and tasting the richness, he starts to tear up. Not with hiccups and sniffles and a scratchy throat--just salt welling up in his eyes, burning a little, his vision blurring.

Isen looks at him in alarm, reaching his hand to press into Blyke’s own. “Hey, hey hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he chokes out, wiping away his tears with his wrists. “‘m sorry, I’m just. There’s a lot. I’ve been so tired, haven’t been sleeping well.”

"Do you…wanna sleep at the park? Under one of the trees?"

It sounds so stupid, really, because why would he sleep under a tree with itchy grass that scratches him when he has a comfortable bed? But it gets him to stop crying right then and there, so he agrees.

***

"This is…nice," he says begrudgingly, head resting on Isen's lap, backpack unopened. Blyke looks up at Isen, who's petting his hair, eyes fluttering shut. "Where's Remi?"

Isen yawns, responds, "With Arlo I think. They're getting food right now, Arlo wanted to catch up with her."

"Oh." He yawns, again, and looks at Isen's face through hazy vision. He looks so…

"I wan' a kiss…," he croaks out, covering his eyes with his forearm, chewing on his bottom lip. 

Isen sits up straight at that, eyes decidedly not shut. Asks tentatively, "...Are you sure about that?"

"Yep.

"...Okay."

So, he leans in, gives a small little peck on Blyke's lips, and sits up again.

Blyke pretends not to notice the little blush creeping on Isen's face, and turns to face away from Isen to hide the redness crawling up his neck to his cheeks.

[skelebab]

Rotbtd mha au art!

Superhero aus just flippin make me so so so happy :D

Hero fits first (and powers)

Jack (ice powers, same as canon but without the staff)

He has long sleeves and a little cloak to keep him warm since his powers make him cold if he over uses them.

Rapunzel (healing via singing, was probably via hair when younger, but hair's cut by the time she gets to ua)

She has a face shield/visor glasses thingy that acts as a scanner, sort of like what Baymax has.

Hiccup (he can bring up to 3 dragons he draws to life and control them)

I had to find so many references for this one TwT it was so hard and he's easily the most detailed one.

Merida (she can shoot arrows out of her body, ofc she has amazing aim also but that's not from her powers)

The circle thing on her hood is supposed to be the crest thing from the movie. She has the most skin exposed so the arrows don't rip through her clothes, but the goal was to make it utilitarian. She has a lot of pouches and she uses her hood to hold her hair (she probably has ponytails in her pouches too).

Bonus Elsa! (Also ice, she's either twins with or the big sister of Jack)

Her's doesn't even have a face lol. I just basically copied one of her outfits from the movies tbh. Also her cape is detachable so it doesn't get caught and she can use it as a shock blanket, and she can make a cape out of frost if she loses it. She had to do a lot of bargaining with Edna for it lol.

My silly lil guys being silly lil guys <3

Digital Rapunzel art (with description provided by SalEm (the person who thought the au up) on the discord!)

She's so blorbo to me :)

The paper version of the digital piece (+ jack)

Merida with hood :) (ignore that I forgot the freckles, I'm too lazy to fix it)

[purplesurveys]

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When was the last time you got more then eight hours of sleep? Several times between last weekend and the first half of this week. I had a horrible fever that turned out to be Covid, so I've spent the last few days resting away.

Is there anyone in your life that you wish you were closer to? Sometimes I find myself wishing I was close with my co-workers the same way my other teammates have become real-life friends with each other. But I don't know, I guess I don't work that way. I know I shouldn't feel regretful about setting boundaries, especially work-related ones, but I can't help the guilt every now and then.

Would you say you are a gullible person? Very, but I would say it's an endearing type of gullibility as I apparently amuse people a lot with it haha. I'll share an example of how my mom has used it to her advantage – one time as a kid I couldn't get rid of my hiccups, so my mom without missing a beat started berating me about how my school called her up to report that I've been caught stealing eggs from the cafeteria. I picked it up in a heartbeat and started panicking, only for her to quip to check if my hiccups are still going (they stopped).

Are you one to swear often? I do curse. Not as much as I used to, I would say, but still fairly often.

Have you ever sat down and played video games all day? In my early teenage years yeah. I was hooked to our Wii.

What is one thing in your life that is no longer there, that you miss? My grandfather. He passed before I could ever grow up and understand him better. Kimi. I just cried over him last night while hugging his cremation box.

What do you believe is the best thing about being a kid? Having only school and homework to bitch about, for the most part.

What flavor Dum-Dum is your favorite? I don't know what those are.

What is the last book you read/are reading? Did you/are you enjoying it? The only book I've read this year is BTS' memoir, hah. Yes, I liked it even though I had expected too much of the boys and thought they would have been the one to write the book. I should have known that that was too good to be true, especially in K-pop where everything is a lot, A LOT more guarded and cleaned up.

Are you on a laptop or a desktop right now? Laptop. I haven't used a desktop since high school!

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go; why? I'd love to be back in Bangkok. I'm thinking of flying there again in March, but we'll see. I have five months left to think about it LOL

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn't have? Sure.

Have you ever been on a picnic? Don't think so. Are there even spots here you can have picnics at without getting mugged, approached by a crazy religious person trying to recruit you into their cult, or begged?

Which is better tea or coffee? Coffee. I tried getting into tea but just can't appreciate why it tastes the way it tastes.

Do you own an umbrella? Yeah.

Do you like the ocean? I love it. I can get beach fatigue sometimes tbh since beaches are all the Philippines has – but for what it's worth I feel very peaceful and happy when I find myself in front of the waves.

Is there anyone that you wish you were with right now? Nope.

Who was the last person you hung out with? Tricia, Rap, Gello, and Kaye. It was Kaye's birthday dinner and I was supposed to go with Angela, but she bailed at the last minute since she was sick :(( I didn't want to flake either because I love Kaye, but it had been a nightmare to think about attending because I didn't know the rest of her fucking guest list lmao.

Anyway, I spotted Tricia's group and just put my brave face on and asked if they could adopt me for the evening. They didn't really have a choice LMAO and I'm sure it wasn't like they could turn me down for no reason so I still feel a bit guilty about having to interfere with their table like that; but anyway I sat with them that evening and just tried my best to go with their flow.

What animal cracker is your favorite? Idk I haven't had those since I was around 6.

Is there anything you're currently holding back? Yeah. Work-related, but there is never a right time to bring it up so it may be something I just need to keep to myself as long as I'm in my current workplace.

Do you like your smile? Yes.

Have you ever watched something on the TV that truly disturbed you? Manila hostage crisis, 2010.

Are you scared of needles? Yeah, very much and almost pathetically so hahaha.

Is your current cell phone out of date? No it's fairly new.

Have you ever drank milk when it was spoiled? Yeah I drank a bad batch of Milo once, when I was around 7. Promptly spat it out down the sink and to this day I'm still scared of drinking milk because of that incident.

Would you/have you ever bought a gym membership? I haven't and I wouldn't. I've really tried to get into working out but I personally just can't catch the appeal.

Have you ever bought anything on the TV? Nope.

Have you ever done something that you knew was wrong? Yes.

What is your favorite restaurant? Yabu.

What is the last thing you spent money on? Stuff from the Korean mart. Chapaguri + samgyupsal is my favorite pairing these days and I had a bombbbbbbbbasssss meal last night.

Do you know of anyone who hates you? Nope.

Has an animal ever bit you? Cooper has.

Do you ever take out the garbage? Yes, sometimes.

Do wash your face thoroughly everyday? Yeah, at the start and end of the day.

Would you ever do a ride along with a cop? Probably not.

Are things, in your opinion, overly expensive these days? It is for a fact. Inflation has been terrible.

Where was your last car ride to? Katip to work and attend Kaye's birthday dinner. That was my last hurrah pre-Covid lol, and I don't want to go out til next weekend for good measure.

Are your nails long? Nope, I've just trimmed them.

Have you ever gotten food poisoning? Yes, once, hated every minute of it.

Have you ever had to put a dog to sleep? I have not.

What messenger services do you use? Messenger for my personal life; largely Viber for work but I also keep Whatsapp and Telegram just in case it's needed.

Have you ever lost someone important to you? Yes.

Are you listening to music currently? I am; I'm listening to Indigo.

[1cecreamwillfixit]

so im not sure if this is how to request but like. im in immense, and i mean imMENSE need of sub! ranpo.....pls be kind to me and give him an obvious mommy kink?

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕦𝕓 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Yes yes yes I can do that!! I’ve honestly been waiting for someone to request a BSD character

I’m sorry i haven’t been active for a bit, I’m trying to finish a Bakugo piece and it’s taking a while, so i’ll probably only be posting headcanons until it’s done

Also normally when I write headcanons for characters I know less about I try to read stuff written by other writers to get a feel for the character but there’s literally almost NOTHNG for Ranpo, so I’m happy to be filling that hole ;)

Character: Edogawa Ranpo 

This work is NSFW

again, starting with general kinks

mommy kink - not just because it was part of the request, i truly believe this man has a raging mommy kink. like, he starts out using it in a bratty way, using that name just to rile you up but over time he actually loves it and means it genuinely. he’s still a brat, but it becomes easier to tell that he’s more obedient, all because of the name. so whiny as well. the way he cries out for you once he’s stopped bratting *immaculate*. really falls into the role of being your baby, becomes so clingy and needy in the bedroom and tbh just generally when the two of you are alone together

food play - i mean, it’s Ranpo we’re talking about here. let him lick whipped cream off your chest, he’ll produce the cutest moans at the combination of cream and you boobs in his mouth, he could honestly do it for hours. reward him with his favourite snacks when he behaves, let him eat them off your body. he gets all his favourite things in one go

praise - he thrives off it, he needs you to tell him how good he’s being, how perfect he is, how pretty he is. the way his eyes shine when you praise him makes you want to praise him even more. he just melts in your arms into a little sticky puddle ;)

anal :) - he loves it all. peg him, eat him out, finger him, let him ride your strap, let him ride your face. he’ll cry, mouth open, drool running down his chin, the prettiest picture. peg him soft and slow, grinding your strap as deep as it goes, kissing his pretty face gently before flipping him over and pounding him into the mattress

oral fixation - kinda goes hand in hand with the food play, he just needs his mouth filled. he’ll suck on his fingers while riding you, drool dripping down his wrists, such a messy boy. sucks your strap every time you peg him, he needs it to help him set the mood. could definitely cum from the feeling of your cock in his throat

dacryphilia - it started as a joke, a snide comment about how messy he gets and how he always ends up in tears, but overtime he finds he can’t get off without crying. he just cries so easily, it’s not hard to reduce him to a whimpering crying mess

that’s pretty much it for the paragraph kinks

i do think this man is a brat

like, he’s just naturally bratty

so obviously that would translate into the bedroom

or so he thinks

but you can see right through it

he throws a fit when he doesn’t get his way, but you can see through his bratty tears

he just needs your attention on him at all times

as soon as he has your attention and he’s getting what he wants he’s your good boy

doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to be punished sometimes

tie him up

its the worst punishment for him

he can’t touch you, can’t hold you

spank him

bend him over your lap and spank him

the marks you leave are his reminder to behave

and he def gets off when he sees them on his body

same with hickies/bites

he wouldn’t even be ashamed of the marks, even if they were visible over the collar of his shirt

he sees them as a physical reminder that he belongs to you

can’t handle degredation on its own

it’s too much for him

but mix it in with your praise

and he’s GONE 

whimpering, whining, moaning, hiccuping, crying

anything you can imagine, times it by three

call him your pretty slut, tell him how good he is for such and impatient brat

his eyes roll back in his head at the confusing mix

prettiest cum face award goes to him

he’s naturally so pretty

but combine that with his hazy, fucked-out expression and his pretty, swollen lips and BAM

actual angel

in love with your tits

he needs them in his mouth 24/7

looks up at your with the most adorable, needy eyes

he can never get enough of you

thanks for reading :)

likes and reblogs are really appreciated

and if youd like to request a character you can do so here (i think)

heres my masterlist

[joshfuckingkiszka]

『a little control』

jtk x f!reader

once again, I'm so used to seeing jake depicted as super dominant so I hope I did this one justice, also spent an embarrassingly long time ensuring that it wasn’t too similar to pretty please - tornados gone, smut goes up 

THIS PIECE IS 18+ MINORS DNI

» hush hush masterlist

warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (f&m! rec), slapping, hair pulling, kind of a praise kink tbh, sort of kinda public sexual situations, DO NOT SUCK DICK AND DRIVE, also unprotected sex, but I think that’s kind of a given for me at this point

☼

Jake Kiszka was a lot of things: so incredibly funny he made your stomach hurt, sweet to the point where his brothers made fun of him, and an amazing guitar player that never failed to make you swoon. However, relenting was not in his long list of traits. Falling in love with him was so absolutely accidental, and the two of you were fools, never once seeing how the other felt. Your friendship had lasted over a decade before you drunkenly admitted just how in love with him you were, mistaking him for his twin. You awoke the next morning with a hangover from hell, and a confused and - only slightly - angry Jake staring you down.

“What the hell is your problem?” You jested, not understanding the full scope of the situation just yet.

“Are you in love with me?” His crossed arms gave no tell to just how nervous he had been.

You had been lying for much too long, to Jake, and yourself. Trying to convince yourself that you were simply much too close to him too often was the cause of your attraction wasn’t working anymore, and you knew it was time to come clean, friendship be damned.

Nodding, you expected the door of the guest room to be slammed, a non verbal way of telling you to leave him the hell alone, forever. Instead, he had briskly walked over to the bed, grabbing the sides of your arms, effectively pulling you up to him, and kissed you.

Two years later, you were in your shared home, his favorite guitars lining the living room walls, accompanied by pictures with frames of various sizes depicting your happy faces in a multitude of countries and monuments he had traveled to. The boys had offered you the position of tour photographer long ago, when their popularity started to skyrocket, and you couldn’t turn it down. Touring with your best friends, doing what you loved was amazing. Paige joined in soon after, making your workload a lot lighter as far as shooting and editing.

When you and Jake began your relationship, you knew he was incredibly dominant and possessive, fuck, you enjoyed it. That’s not to say you didn’t still enjoy it, it was just…routine, at this point. You knew exactly what to expect and when to expect it, and that was fine, but you didn’t fall in love with Jake because he was habitual. You fell in love with just how out of the ordinary he was, how he never did the same thing twice to “keep people on their toes”. Just once, though, you wished he would allow you to take the reins. It also never slipped your mind just how quiet you were in bed, and you knew he had never gotten past it either.

Drunken admissions were your weakness, it seemed. Josh was keeping you company as Jake ran some sort of errand he had told you about earlier that day, but slipped your mind what it was exactly was. You insisted - against Josh’s lighthearted decline - that you break into the whiskey cabinet. In retrospect, it was a bad idea. Jake would never tell you no, but you knew it was his. Not allowing a lady to drink alone, Josh joined in, and the alcohol kicked in much faster than you had both expected. Giggles and hiccups slipped from your mouths, and he tried to recall a funny story.

After a moment of uncharacteristic silence, you boldly asked, “Have you ever been…I don’t know, dommed by a woman?”

Even in his drunken state, he knew you were off limits, and he quickly let out, “I don’t wanna have sex with you.”

You laughed loudly. “No, Josh, I’m asking. I don’t wanna dom you.”

“Ohh, you wanna take control of Jakey. Good luck with that,” he wished as he took another sip.

Looking at him, you asked, “Why’d you say it like that?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s just, that’s not really his thing. You remember, uh, Lacey?”

“Layla, but yes.”

“She tried it, that’s why they broke up,” he explained nonchalantly.

Was it true? You did remember Layla, she was beautiful and made you especially jealous when she came into Jake’s life. They became serious very quickly, and you spent countless nights crying as he talked about moving in with her and, eventually, marrying her. Jake didn’t seem too upset when he called it off, was that the reason? She tried something different, and he didn't like it? He wasn’t that controlling, was he?

By the time Jake returned, you and Josh were passed out on the couch, tangled in a messy array of limbs and crooked necks. Had he been anyone else, it might have made him jealous, seeing his girlfriend cuddled up with his twin, but he knew Josh would never do that to him. And he was right, as proven earlier. He chuckled at the sight of you two, taking a quick picture for future purposes, before gently shaking you out of your slumber.

“This is why you don’t drink whiskey,” he whispered as he supported your body weight back to your room.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” you mumbled, the alcohol still heavily present in your stomach.

Laying you down, he declared, “No, you won’t.”

Even though you couldn’t remember most of the night, the conversation about Layla managed to stick with you. The thought of bringing it up to Jake made you more nauseous than the hangover. People didn’t talk about exes, that was normal relationship etiquette, it made you look desperate and jealous. Wasn’t it important, though? Sexual compatability was definitely important, and while you two were compatible, would the thought of switching it up be enough for him to leave you over it?

“Okay, what’s wrong? You’ve been in your head for twenty minutes, pretty girl.” Jake could read you like a book, always could, which is why it astounded you it took him so long to realize you were in love with him.

A deep breath was necessary, for sure.

“Is it true that you broke up with Layla because she tried to…take control…during sex?” It was hard to maintain any ounce of confidence as you asked what you deemed the dumbest question ever.

“What?!” He laughed, but when he saw your face, he knew there was more than you were letting on. “No, that’s not why.”  

“That’s what Josh said.” It wasn’t defensive, just an explanation.

He knelt down to you. “Layla and I broke up because she wasn’t you, baby.”

“But you wanted to marry her?”

“No, I wanted to marry you. It’s one of those things, where you’re in it, so you go with it, because you’re scared of the alternative.” A surge of warmth settled within you at his admission. “But I wanted you, and she knew that, and it wasn’t fair to either of us.” He kissed your nose gently, and your face scrunched at the contact.

“Well, what if I told you…that it’s what I want…to take control. Just once! If you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again!”

Jake paused for a second, before responding, “Okay. I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” You smiled, and he decided it was prettier than any picture or guitar hanging on those walls.

“So, like now?”

“No, not right now!”

He laughed, and it became quiet again. “While we’re talking about it, can I ask…why you’re so…silent, in bed?”

Your eyes met his and you sighed once more, “Well, that’s kinda the whole thing. I’ve just always been so worried about you not wanting to give up control, so I just get too in my head…during, which is the worst possible time.”

“So, it’s not because I’m not good, then?” You kissed his nose, this time.

“No, Jakey, you’re very good. I’ve just always worried about us falling into a routine, and then you think I’m boring and leave me.”

He kissed you gently, “You could never be boring, not to me.”

Whenever you guys weren’t touring, you and Jake established a Thursday date night. It always ended in mind-blowing sex, but this time would be different, and it both excited and made you nervous. You slipped a gorgeous red dress over your body, the fabric ending at the tops of your thighs, and cutting down into your cleavage, showing just enough that it would entice him the whole night. He always thought you looked best in red, and he was absolutely right.

Jake wore red, as well, unbeknownst to you. His crimson button up was only clasped at the bottom, exposing his tan chest and layered necklaces. The black jeans he wore were tight and he, of course, wore his brown Chelsea boots.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that black and brown don’t go together?” You jested.

“Something tells me you don’t care all that much,” he claimed, pulling you into him. You hummed, nearly unable to form words in such close proximity to him. The scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth filtering through your dress from his body was dizzying. It was then that you remembered that you were in control tonight.

Pushing off of him, you made your way to the car, leaving him astonished that you were actually following through. Sitting in the passenger seat, you waited for him only for a second.

Dinner was torture for both of you. The waitress couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of him, and you figured she recognized him, but didn’t want to say anything. Women flocked to Jake, this wasn’t news to you. He was a god on a mortal plane, and they wanted the experience. His eyes were only on you, though, and you knew how badly it irritated the Jake girls when you made your relationship public. A part of you enjoyed it, knowing you had something they yearned for so badly, it gave you a sense of power. The other part remembered how you used to be one of them, albeit your situation was a bit different, and that kept you humble.

While the waitress was attentive to you, she was extremely attentive to Jake. It didn’t bother you, it almost never did. Just to keep you at the forethought of his brain, though, you had slid off one of your heels, rubbing your foot along the inseam of his thigh. He stuttered out his order, and you smiled at her.

“That was a dirty trick,” he expressed, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Don’t know what you mean,” you replied coyly.

During your meal, you “accidentally” dropped a utensil, and climbed under the table to “retrieve” it. At the time, he didn’t think much of it. His thoughts rushed through when your hand began groping at his quickly growing erection. You heard him choke on his drink, and held back from giggling, especially when he began apologizing to fellow patrons. The long white table runner kept your escapades hidden, and you planned to take nearly-full advantage of that. In tandem with your curious hand, you placed light kisses on his thighs, much like he often did to you.

Just when he was surely about to cum in his jeans, you came up from the table, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Lost it for a second,” you said, holding up the silverware.

“Yeah, me too,” he mumbled. “Is that how it’s gonna be the whole night?”

Nodding, you asked, “That bother you?”

He shook his head, his doe eyes never leaving your gaze. “Good boy.” His breath hitched and you stopped the waitress, asking for the check. You honestly thought you could make it through an entire meal without wanting to jump his bones, and that was your fault.

“How good of a driver do you think you are?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Uh, I don’t know, w-why?” His voice shook as he spoke, and you wanted so badly to ease his nerves.

“Just wondering.” You shrugged innocently and began unzipping his jeans. Once his full length was revealed to you, your mouth immediately chased it. He threw his head back, trying his best to keep his eyes open and on the road.

Once his cock reached the back of your throat, you kept it there for a second, knowing how much he enjoyed just keeping it warm in your mouth. You suckled on the tip, allowing your drool to cascade down the whole thing. Attempting to keep eye contact with him from this angle was difficult, but you loved a challenge. You came up for a second, grabbing the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel and wrapping it around his length, gently encasing his appendage with your own.

“Show me how you like it, Jakey.” Even with his best attempt, he couldn’t answer you, instead moving his fist along his cock, his thumb gently swiping over the tip every once in a while.

When you stopped at a red light, you pulled him by the nape of his neck to kiss him passionately.

“Fuck, keep going, pretty girl,” he begged.

“Are you about to cum?” You asked, your mouth finding the tip once more.

“F-fuck, yes!” You pulled off of him, instructing him to keep his hands off. Jake let out the prettiest whine which you ignored.

Home came into view slower than either of you hoped. When it finally did, you both breathed a sigh of relief. Rushing inside - after hastily shoving himself back in his jeans - he pulled you into a searing kiss, imprinting the feeling of his lips on yours forever.

You pushed him off of you for the second time that night, pointing to the stairs that led to your bedroom. Jake practically ran up, and you weren’t far behind him.

“On the bed, baby.” When he didn’t move, only smirking at you, you raised an eyebrow. “Okay, goodnight.” And you moved to go into the bathroom.

Panicked, he asked, “You wouldn’t do that, right? You can’t leave me like this!”

“Oh, I can, Jakey, and I will if you don’t listen like a good boy,” you threatened, even though you weren’t entirely sure if you could do it either. He slowly walked over to the bed, sitting on the end, waiting for your next instruction.

“I hope you didn’t think you were gonna get off that easily.” The double entendre rang through his ears and his mouth opened as if he wanted to debate it with you. “Strip.” He had said it to you so many times, that hearing it from your mouth was a whole new level of sexy.

He slowly removed his clothes and you annoyedly checked your watch, “You better hurry or the showerhead’s getting more action than you tonight.” That encouraged him to speed up, until he was left threadless on your bed.

Your clothes came off, though not as quickly as his, wanting to make a show out of it. Once the dress was pooled around your feet, he got to take in the new red lingerie set. The cups of the bra were completely red, with two mesh pieces meeting in the back at the clasp, the bottoms not differing much, besides the mesh being a triangular shape at your pubis, with a little bow at the top.

“I’ve never seen that one.” Jake was almost breathless, you always did that to him.

You stepped closer to him, stating, “It’s new.”

His hands began to reach for your hips, out of pure habit, and you swatted at them. Retracting them, he placed them palm-down on his sides. You straddled him, making sure that his hands didn’t make contact with your warm skin. Just when he thought you were about to kiss him, you fisted your hand into his hair, pulling it back, exposing his neck to you. You placed aggressive kisses on it, not caring if your teeth scraped at the thin skin. He hissed, moaning when you did actually bite him. Licking the spot to soothe it, you cooed at his already flushed face.

“So pretty,” you said gently, cradling his jaw in your hand. He leaned into your touch, and you both savored the moment. It was so intimate and soft, and neither of you wanted to leave that note unsung.

“You’re my pretty girl,” he told you. Your lips met his and you could feel his hand inching towards your thigh, so you broke the kiss to scold him.

Jake didn’t expect you to push him back on the bed so harshly, or for your hand to grip his cock. He certainly didn’t expect you to slide it in your cunt, but he didn’t quite mind it. The most unexpected moment came when he tried to push himself up to meet your torso and your hand slapped his face sharply. He was stunned and you thought you might have taken it too far, until he was begging you to do it again. You did, and the sound bounced off the walls, joining the wet noises emulating from where your bodies connected.

“You like that, pretty boy?” He nodded feverishly and you kissed him in the same manner.

Sliding up and down his length proved harder than you thought without his hands to guide you, but you managed. Your nails left long, angry red marks on his chest and purple bruises formed where you bit him. You knew his body so well, that when his stomach began to clench and his hand flew up to move his hair back, it was clear that he was about to cum. Slowing your pace down to only light grinding, you instructed him not to cum, to hold on for you.

“I-I don’t think I can.”

“I know you can, Jakey. I do it for you, now it's your turn to do it for me.” The only thing he could do was nod, and you could tell the muscles in his neck were straining to do even that. He was using every part of his body to keep his release in. When your pace picked back up, his arms tried tirelessly to grab at something, anything, on your body. In response, you pinned his arms above his head, restraints being sort of out of the question at the time.

“Am I gonna have to stop to tie you down?”

“No, no, please don’t stop.” Tears welled in those beautiful chestnut eyes and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deny him much longer.

As you approached your own release, you finally allowed his touch, and he relished in the feeling of your warm skin. When his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue, you finally allowed yourself to cum, demanding he cum with you. Had he not been so wrapped up in pleasure, he could have jumped with joy. You pulled him into another kiss, and he thought that might be the end.

“Okay, pretty boy, time to clean up.” When he started to rise from the bed, you tutted. “No, you’re going to clean me up.”

“Huh? Oh.” Your head was resting on the pillows, legs spread as you awaited his face between your thighs.

Jake was always one to waste time, but never when it came to tasting you. He would eat you out like he was on death row, and it was his last meal. That’s exactly what he did, his tongue lapping up the mixture of your releases. When he teased your clit with gentle kitten licks, you scolded him and he laughed, suckling it into his mouth, creating the perfect tunnel of suction. A series of curses and moans of his name tumbled from your mouth.

His fingers were always a pointed attraction, in your eyes, and you knew those guitar skills translated so well to other facets. They massaged your walls, reaching to find the spot that made you quiver.

You fisted his hair, pulling his face down to your needy cunt when he tried to overpower your control. With the conjunction of his fingers and mouth, working so well together, the feeling of pleasure unraveled in your stomach like it never had before. Your moans had become overpowering at that point, and you didn’t really care who heard you. It wasn’t until you looked down at him - and your soaked sheets - and realized what had happened.

Sheepishly, you said, “I’ve never…done that before.”

“That’s so fucking hot, pretty girl.” He pulled you in again, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

“We can do that every night if it gets you to squirt again.” You rolled your eyes, joining in his laughter. With Jake, it always felt like he was made for you, in every way. That feeling of pure, hopeless bliss would never be able to escape as long as he was around, and you like it that way.

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417​ @brokenbellz​ @gretavanfleas​ @pyrojoshy​ @greta-van-chaos​ @gretavangrace @xserenax-13​ @hayley1623​

jake: @loofypoofy​ 

[goddess-of-green]

Akatsuki with a drunk s/o saying "I love you"

Warnings: Fem!Reader, language, mentions of alcohol and intoxication

✤ Tobi

↬ You lost a drinking contest with Hidan, and Tobi was carrying you to your shared room, he wasn't being too loud because he knew you probably had a headache

↬ You were being extra affectionate, nuzzling into Tobi as he set you on the bed, muttering about how much you loved him

↬ Wait- how much you what

↬ Tobi did a double take

↬ "What did Y/N just say?"

↬ Once you repeat it he would be totally whipped, he'd kiss you right there and say it back

✤ Pain

↬ You'd had a pretty wild night and Pain was tucking you into bed, setting water on your bedside table and some painkillers in the drawer because he knew you'd need them in the morning, when-

↬ "I love you..Pain..."

↬ You what

↬ Pain is not ready for this he's not ready HE'S NOT READY-

↬ "I love you too, my goddess. Sleep well."

↬ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

✤ Itachi

↬ You were very drunk, and you were laying pretty much completely on Itachi as he read silently

↬ "I love you a lot Itachi.." You giggled, hardly conscious

↬ "I love you too, my dear." Itachi replied without missing a beat

↬ But then he had to a do double take

↬ Did you just..? Did he just..?

↬ What..?

✤ Kisame

↬ "I...love you, Kisa.." You muttered

↬ Kisame stopped in his tracks, looking down at your form in his arms

↬ After Kisame registered what you said, he smiled widely

↬ "Heh, I love you too, little shrimp."

↬ Grinning, Kisame continued to carry your drunk self to bed, thoroughly creeping out the other members with the dreamy look on his face

✤ Kakuzu

↬ Kakuzu sighed at your clearly drunk state, already knowing you'd complain endlessly about your hangover in the morning

↬ Sitting up slowly, you sluggishly made your way over to Kakuzu, and he was prepared for you to open your mouth and be annoying like you usually were when you got drunk

↬ Instead, you just leaned your head into his chest, and muttered something he might not have caught if he weren't a seasoned shinobi

↬ "I love you Kakuzu..."

↬ Kakuzu just grunted, despite the butterflies having a rave in his chest

↬ "You're intoxicated, Y/N."

↬ Kakuzu made sure you were completely asleep before he said it back

✤ Konan

↬ Konan had been tidying your shared room

↬ You were zoned out, laying on the bed as you watched her clean, and being drunk as you were, you just said the first thing that popped into your mind

↬ Konan stopped everything that she was doing when she heard those words

↬ "Darling...could you repeat that, please?"

↬ With a dopey smile you said it again, "I love you Konan, my paper p-princess."

↬ Konan blushed as she made her way to you and started to stroke your hair, "I...I love you too, sweetheart."

✤ Sasori

↬ Sasori was working on...something, you couldn't exactly make it out but you deemed it less important than you as you placed yourself onto his lap

↬ Sasori looked up at you, he could tell you were intoxicated and wondered what you were inevitably going to say

↬ Staring at him through hazy eyes, you eventually smiled and leaned into his chest

↬ "You're very pretty Sasori...I love you..."

↬ Sasori blinked as he considered the weight that your statement carried

↬ "Strange...I think...that the feeling is mutual."

✤ Deidara

↬ "D-Deidara...I love you..."

↬ Deidara.exe has stopped working

↬ You said it like a little kid that broke something and was going to get in trouble

↬ "I..er..."

↬ "DId you not hear me? I said I f-fucking love you!" You hiccuped, impatient with his lack of response

↬ "I-I love you too Y/N, un!"

✤ Hidan

↬ If you're drunk then Hidan's probably drunk too tbh

↬ You were probably coming back from something, getting ready to pass out when you look at him and just let it slip

↬ "I love you Hidan..."

↬ When you say it he'll sit there for about 10 seconds in just...total silence

↬ After he processes it, he'll be happy, and surprisingly unconflicted

↬ "Well, what the fuck? I think I love you too babe."

✤ Zetsu

↬ Zetsu has never been intoxicated before, so naturally, he has no idea what's going through your mind while you sit there, zoned out and seemingly content with just staring at him

↬ After a few minutes, Black Zetsu starts to get irritated

↬ "The hell are you staring for?"

↬ Blinking out of your stupor, you smiled at him

↬ "I love you...Zetsu."

↬ Black Zetsu is stunned, White Zetsu is blushing wildly, and they are both completely shocked

↬ "I-I- w-we- we feel the same..."

[cookiewrites]

mean dom felix thoughts tbh i just want him to call me his dumb whore (affectionately)

short answer: same

long answer: saaaaaaaaaammmmmmeeeeeee

but really tho, because as sweet as our sunshine is, i think he could be mean in bed. handsy too, like slaps and spanks and grabbing. he likes owning you, using you - and he particularly likes how much you enjoy it. the empty-headed smiles kill him.

but the fact that you made my head now imagine felix's deep voice saying dumb whore is a little rude of you, but thank you.

you look so pretty empty

wc: 0.6k

cw: hard dom!felix x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't do this), edging, degradation, pet names for reader (slut, whore, toy), hella dumbification, dacryphilia, face slapping, idk its just intense so yeah heads up about that

you lost the ability to really focus on anything that was happening a while ago, after the third edge maybe, maybe as early as the second. you've lost track now but you know that felix hasn't - seeing if he can push you even further than he did last time the two of you had the time to do this.

felix could see just how empty your head was by the way your eyes had glazed over, a few ruined orgasms ago. old mascara-stained tear marks dry on your face, as new ones tracked their way down your reddened cheeks. the coolness of them likely soothing the skin after the slaps and grabs at your face felix liked to do whenever you tried to misbehave. your head bouncing with each thrust, you having lost your ability to hold it up a while ago. you're broken and its beautiful

half-finished pleas hiccuped between sobs and whines and moans accompanied the sound of skin slapping. the embarrassing wetness between your legs all over felix's thighs and the bed. not that you could think about that right now as you felt your stomach tighten again.

felix also realised this, knowing your body like the back of his hand at this point, and as he felt your hands thump on his back he knew it was finally time to let you finish.

'oh, is my slut trying to cum?'

no response, some mess of noises, but nothing discernable.

'i asked you a fucking question'

nothing again, your eyes screwed shut, trying to hold off your orgasm, your focus on trying not to break that rule at least.

a focus which is broken when a firm slap hits your left cheek, the hand that did it going to grab at your jaw holding your mouth open and making you look at him. he's a little out of focus, thanks to the tears that have yet to fall, but he doesn't look happy.

before you get the chance to try and remember what he had asked you, what you hadn't answered, he spits on your face. some landing on your lip, and in your mouth, a bit on your eyebrow, and across one eye.

'disgusting, so desperate you'd even let me spit on you'

'such a dumb fucking whore'

'can't even answer a question, nothing just a wet hole to use'

you want to deny it, you think, but it all sounds so right. you were all his to use, how ever he wants, his to ruin. and he had ruined you, yet you had never felt as pretty as you did right now. felix always broke you and made you into something even more beautiful.

'y'know what? i'll be nice'

'i'm gonna let my toy cum, let it cream around my cock'

'you're so lucky i'm feeling so nice, you dumb slut'

'you need me, need me to do everything for you, need me to use you, slap you, ruin you'

so you do, unable to hold it a second longer, and it blacks you out; just for a second. the wave of denied pleasure hits you and it takes you out, head rolling out of felix's grasp as your eyes close and you scream - only realising that it's you screaming when you hear it echoing around the room, accompanied by felix laughing at you, smiling at just how good he can make you feel.

once you come back to him, back down to earth, slightly, he reaches out, grabbing your jaw again, softer this time but still firm enough to force you to look at him. the empty satisfied smile on your face as you pant, whimpering every now and then from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

'and who might you belong to?'

'y-you f-f-felix-x'

'a-all y-yo-yours'

[crybabyddl]

Arsonist’s Sunlight

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader

Chapter 15: “When I was a man I thought it ended, when I knew love's perfect ache...” (Arsonist's Lullabye)

Warning: swearing, angst, sexual tension (We've arrived pals! Don't worry, it's not smut) enemies to lovers, voltron-level violence (aka not bad)

Word Count: 5,165

Author's Note: Hi friends! Here we are, Chapter 15!!! This is the longest series I've ever made! I'm pretty proud of myself for sticking with it. I'm not the best writer, but I do enjoy writing. Hopefully you guys enjoy it too! :) Tbh, I only started writing because I wanted to make fanfics for specific scenarios I had in mind. It's half self-indulging, half me being creative and obsessed with fictional characters to the point where I create scenarios that I feel the need to publish for the entire world to see. Luckily, nobody irl has discovered me yet and I hope to keep it that way. Anyway, I'll let you read now lmao.😚

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Y/N's POV

        “I suppose that's a good idea. If we're lucky we might not even remember it.”

    “Right. Should we go to your room? Everyone's asleep, but it just feels weird to be out in the open like this.” Keith admits, looking down at his slippers. They're just like everyone else's; plush robotic lion heads in the paladin's respective color.

        “I was actually thinking yours, since I'm not sure if Allura is going to check on me again. Plus, you have a mission tomorrow so nobody is going to bother you if they think you're asleep.” I suggested, beginning to walk in that direction. Keith caught up almost immediately, taking steps in time with mine as he stood on my left.

   Of course I was nervous; how could I not be? I was about to act out a pheromone-induced fantasy with the one person I have a tumultuous relationship with. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter, the nunvil not doing nearly enough to keep my nerves down. Soon enough, we were stood in front of the door to Keith's room. He placed his hand on the scanner, and we waited for the doors to slide open with a whoosh.

    “Should we look over what that page in your book said one more time? You know, just to make sure we don't miss anything. It would help ensure we get it right the first time.” The red paladin spoke up after a period of silence. I reached into my pocket, retrieving the tiny novel I'd just recently become reunited with. I held it out, showing Keith I had it with me.

        “Looks like we're on the same page... eh?” I joked, giving a small chuckle. I mentally whacked myself with a bat for making a stupid joke, but I couldn't help myself. At least I wasn't sober; then it really would've been embarrassing.

    “I am this close to making your dream of getting thrown out of the airlock come true.” Keith deadpanned, a the ends of his lips slowly curving upwards after a couple seconds.

   This was maybe the second time I'd seen this guy smile, and let me tell you; it doesn't get old. I liked being able to make him smile, especially since he wasn't known to do so. It made me feel special, and I obviously made him happy enough to not care what his face was doing. I wondered if Keith was aware of the pleasant look painted on his lips.

        "Speaking of dreams..." I flipped to the bookmarked spot with the dream interpretation I'd talked to him about the other day, skimming the sentences in front of me. I watched as he looked over the words on the page, silently mouthing the words as he read.

    “Okay, so we've already addressed the issues we had with each other. What do we do now? There's nothing about how to fix the issues.” Keith scratched his head, a hiccup escaping him. The little sound he made was so adorable that I started giggling, my drunkenness making everything funnier than it really was.

        “S-sorry Keith,” I paused to laugh, trying to regain my composure and taking a deep breath. “That was just too cute. Who would've thought a tough guy like you would make such an adorable noise?” I managed to rein in my laughter, looking to Keith with an apologetic smile.

    “S’okay,” His words slurred a little bit, the effects of the nunvil were still active. “It was pretty funny.” He cracked yet another smile, with teeth this time. They were only visible for a split second before his lips reconnected, his grin dwindling into a peaceful expression. I reciprocated, giving a soft smile of my own. We basked in the glow of his bedside lamp for a short while before I came to my senses.

        "Oh, right, back to this. I'm not entirely sure what to do. Should we just go for it?" I asked, looking to Keith for approval.

    "I guess so," he shrugged. "First, I think we both need a good luck charm." He opened the drawer of his nightstand, grabbing what appeared to be a small bottle of nunvil. 

        "Where'd you get that?"

    "Apparently, they don't check IDs at the Space Mall." He smirked, briefly disappearing into his bathroom before emerging with two little cups. He poured half of the nunvil in one cup, handing it to me, the rest going into the other cup.

   He held out his cup to say cheers, and I repeated the action. After we knocked our shots back, I felt the burn of it travel down my throat and into my chest. I already felt much more at ease, the strong alcoholic-adjacent concoction working its magic within an instant.

   Once we were finished, he took the cup from me, putting it down on the nightstand along with his. Quickly grabbing my hand, he led me to his door.

   ‘Right, the dream starts out with me coming to his room to talk.’ I thought to myself. Keith closed the door and I took some deep breaths, mentally preparing myself. I knocked gently, but still loud enough for Keith to hear. The whirring noise filled my ears as the panels slid to reveal the room I'd been in just seconds ago.

        “Keith, we need to talk.” I thought back to my dream, grateful that I'd written it down just in case. It was so vivid to the point where I woke up thinking it was real. That made it a lot easier to remember what happened and what was said.

    “Yeah, I know. Is that why you're here?” I watch his toned arm fall from its perch on the doorframe, the muscles contracting. He turns, his back facing me as he leads us further into his room.

        “It is. Am I allowed to sit or is that reserved for people you respect?” I asked, using the same sickeningly sweet yet sinister tone, just as I'd done in the dream. Keith scoffed—he seemed to have remembered the details just as clearly as I did.

    “I'd rather ask you to leave, but I'm not some sort of monster, McClain. Just sit somewhere and let's get this over with, alright?” He huffs, following me as I mimic the scene playing in my head. He sets himself down beside me shortly after I've sat down on the end of his bed, my hands in my lap as I look around the room in the awkward silence.

        “Obviously, we need to talk about the problem you have with me.” I state, looking over at Keith. He's fidgeting, picking at the skin around his nails. 

    “I'm the one with a problem? How about you, with your high and mighty attitude and constant need to start a fight? I'm pretty sure that's the problem here—you're the problem here.”

        “Oh, is that how you see it? Well, I'd be happy to give you another problem, Red.” I say, shooting a fiery glare in his direction.

    “You always do.” Keith looks over at me as I rise abruptly to my feet, swiftly heading towards the door.

        “Whatever, I'm not doing this. Just keep being a fucking jerk, I don't care anymore. I can't do this.” I shout angrily at him, thankful the castle's rooms are semi-soundproof.

   Before I reach the motion sensor, I'm tugged backwards by a strong grip on my wrist. The movement turns me 180 degrees, crash landing into my enemy's grasp, feeling his hands as they clutched my shoulders. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through Keith's mind as we played out this scene.

   I feel just as I did in the dream; a perfect mixture of practically every emotion. I felt nervous, vulnerable, even a bit angry as I became further immersed in the dream scenario. I awkwardly backed away, trying to create some distance between the red paladin and I, only to find myself locked in place by the strong arm that found its way around my back.

    “Wouldn't I just be more of a jerk if I let you storm out of here? You're angrier now than you were when you knocked on my door.” Keith was doing really well, as if he was used to acting out moments like this. To be fair, we've had plenty of practice with all of our real-life arguments like this one.

        “Why do you care? It's not like you can do anything to fix it anyway.”

   I looked up into his indigo eyes, noticing the way the lighter shades transitioned like splashes of water into the cool, darker shade that took up a majority of his irises. I had never looked at Keith this way before. How did my mind know exactly how I felt? This wasn't part of the dream, not even remotely! I was frozen, too overwhelmed to voice my concern.

   Keith's eyes flickered down to my hands, which had subconsciously moved to the front of his shirt, clutching at the soft fabric. I noticed how his pupils dilated—he knew something was off too, but we knew neither of us were in the right state of mind to do anything about it.

    “Maybe we're not supposed to fix anything,” His voice is soft, but it crashes into me like a wave from the ocean that lies within his eyes. A gentle wave, one that holds me tender yet allows me to float freely. “I think... I think we're supposed to move along and follow wherever the universe decides to take us.” We're drunk, that's all it is. We're just drunk, acting out a dream we both had, taking a few creative liberties as we go along.

        “Keith...” I start, but I'm left with nothing to say. All that swirls in my mind is a single thought, repeating itself over and over, alternating between shouts and whispers. I couldn't make out the words, but it gave me reassurance; that everything would be just fine.

  “Please let me kiss you.” He whispers gently, leaning closer. I do nothing to stop him; I find myself moving closer, meeting him in the middle. The space between us is small, but still felt too far.

        “Please...”

   That's all it took for Keith to hold my face in his hands, bringing us as close as we could be to one another. Our lips were touching, moving, and it just felt right. I could feel my heart pounding, my fingers twisting the neckline of his shirt that I'd been clinging onto; anything to keep him here with me. This was something I'd never experienced before, and I already craved it. We held each other tighter, almost afraid of what would happen if we broke apart too soon. Something about this moment felt so utterly right; the strength of our passion outlasted the fragile passing of time.

   Memories of every interaction we'd had flashed through my mind at lightning speed. It only slowed during the good parts, even parts I didn't associate meaning to. I could feel the wind, the sun, the ocean, the grass under my feet. Images of my home, under a blue sky with raindrops dripping off the overhang. A wooden door with two openings. The yellow swing my father used to push me on as a child. It went by in a split second, and yet I saw it all. Every detail made sense.

   I could feel the warmth leaving my body as we disconnected, needing a moment to steady our breathing. There were a million questions and worries scattered about my brain, but the afterglow of our kiss kept them quiet for the time being. It was safe here. I was safe with Keith. All I felt was warmth—pleasant and rejuvenating like sunshine, fervent and insatiable like a fire. I knew both would burn brightly until my final breath.

I thought I would panic in a situation like this. Why wasn't I panicking?

   ‘Because it's him,’ I thought to myself. ‘It's just you and him. Here. Together. Holding each other tight, your lips are brushing against his.’ And it felt right. I couldn't even finish all the questions I had in my head. It was as though Keith's lips held the remedy to my worries.

  The sound of his breathing was surely an antidote for the lustful. Pulling away from his embrace was necessary to breathe, but the pure, spellbinding air between us made it hard to let go.

—

  I fastened the belt of my suit around my waist, checking in the mirror one last time before leaving my room. Shiro asked me to report to the command center, before he and Keith departed for the Blade of Marmora headquarters. I took a deep breath before entering through the automatic doors, my eyes adjusting to the lighting in the room.

  “Y/N, there you are. How are you feeling today?” Shiro asked, his tone a bit more chipper than usual. I scratched behind my left ear with my index finger awkwardly.

        “Truthfully, I've been better. Was there something you needed me for?”

  “Actually, yes. I know you drank last night, but the Blade of Marmora just contacted us and requested we bring you to the base.” The black paladin addressed me sincerely, putting a hand on my shoulder.

        “Hold on a tick—me?” Shiro nodded. “How do they know about me?” I was confused. I'd never heard of the Blade of Marmora until the other day. How could they know who I am, and what did they want from me?

  “I'm not sure, but they asked for you by name. I would never make you do anything you're uncomfortable with, so you can totally say no, but in order to get the information we need from the Galra, you'd have to come with Keith and I.”

  I took a moment to weigh my options. I could either deny the Galra's request and screw up Voltron's chances of getting vital intel on Zarkon, or I can go on a highly awkward road trip with Keith and Shiro and potentially put myself in danger by meeting Galra spies...

        “And they didn't provide any explanation as to why I was summoned?”

  Shiro shook his head. How was I supposed to come to a rational conclusion when both choices seemed like a dead end?

        “Fuck it, I'll go. Voltron's objective is much bigger than any individual. Besides, what could the Galra need from someone like me?”

  “Thank you. I know this is a tough situation to be in, but you won't be alone.”

  I felt better after hearing Shiro's words. I knew I'd be safe with the paladins.

        “Thanks, Shiro. And don't worry, I'll be careful.” I reassured the resident older brother figure.

    “My offer still stands, number one!” Coran piped up, sure to make his point with a raised index finger. Shiro and I turned to look at the eccentric Altean. “I have all different types of costumes and wigs if need be!” I looked back over at Shiro, whose eyes were wide with alarm.

        “That's very noble of you, Coran, but I think I'll be just fine. I do appreciate your willingness to help though, so thank you.” I offered my praise to the older alien man, who nodded, his brows furrowed with concern.

— Time skip bc I literally can't think and I have to move past the plot or else I'll go insane. Maybe I’ll just delete the entire story bc I have no idea what I'm doing. Would anyone care? Like if I just left this fic unfinished permanently like it'll be completed but it doesn't have an end, would y'all be mad? Like, can I pull a One Direction? P.S. this time skip was written a few months before the note about me taking a hiatus. I literally said in that note that i would never do to you what One Direction did to me. I plan to keep my word on that, but this whole thing was just too ironic and funny to delete. —

Third Person POV

  The journey back to the castle was painfully awkward. Keith's entire silhouette was stiff as he focused on piloting the red lion out of the space pocket. Shiro sat on one side of the ship, while Y/N sat on the other side. The two kept their heads down, deep in thought. Explaining everything to the rest of the team was going to be uncomfortable to say the least.

—

    “I beg your pardon? Did you just say you're half Galra?”

  “Yes.”

  Allura stands from her seat abruptly, storming out of the room. A moment later, she returns, letting out a heavy sigh and keeping her head down.

    “I'm not pleased to hear about this. The last time someone Galra became a paladin, it resulted in the destruction of my planet; nearly my entire race.”

  “Princess, he can't help the fact that he–”

    “You have no idea what I've been through! Expecting me to be okay with this information is ridiculous.”

  The rest of the team was shocked. Nobody had anticipated the possibility that one of the paladins could have Galra heritage. Coran hadn't spoken a word since the revelation, but he looked beyond somber.

  Shiro elbows Y/N; an unexpected move that causes her to stumble forward a couple steps. He then coughs in his fist awkwardly, as if nothing happened.

    “So, would now be a bad time to mention that I’m also part Galra?”

  The question was rhetorical, but that didn’t stop the resounding answer of ‘yes’ to flood the room.

 “Wait, if you’re part Galra, doesn’t that mean…” Lance can’t even finish his own sentence before choking up at the thought. Not that he even fully understands what that would mean for him, but if Allura didn’t like it, neither did he.

   “Oh yeah, about that… we’re not twins. I suppose we technically are, but not in that way. I’m part Galra, you’re not.” Y/N responded sheepishly, keeping her gaze pointed down at the floor. It would hurt too much to see the disappointment on her friends’ faces.

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Keith’s POV

  “Basically, Keith had to do this trial to prove that the knife was his. After he almost died, he decided that the Blade of Marmora could just take the knife because he didn’t need it to know who he really was. It was actually pretty cinematic, but I digress. Then, the knife begins floating, like, levitating in mid-air, and it transforms into the giant machete thing it is now. Cool, right?”

  Pidge and Hunk look at each other, then back at Y/N, who held a cheerful expression. The group decided that they wanted to hear the gist of what happened from her instead of me. I’m not entirely sure why, but Shiro assured me that it would all be okay.

 “That still doesn’t explain how we’re related but not.” Lance pouted, folding his arms while he leaned back in his chair.

  Unfortunately for him, he underestimated his stretch, causing the chair to wobble and almost fall over. Unfortunately for my amusement, he managed to catch himself before disaster could strike.

   “I’m getting there! It’s like Shiro always says, ‘patience yields focus’.”

  Y/N’s brother grumbles a ‘fine’ and allows her to continue her rundown.

   “Then, when as we were getting ready to leave, the Blade agents said they had something for me. I was confused, obviously. So, they gave me this cute little dagger,” she pulls out the object, smiling to herself as she admired the craftsmanship on the weapon. “And explained that my mother was Galra. Apparently my mother went to Earth, got with your– well actually our dad, and returned to space and had me. Since space time and Earth time are different, I was actually born at the same time as you,” Y/N paused, gauging the reactions of everyone in the room. Picking up on the confusion, she continued.

   “I know it sounds crazy and totally not plausible, but that essentially makes us ‘half twins’ because we share a parent and were born at the same time if you were to convert Earth time to space time or space time to Earth time.” She has a nervous smile on her face, her eyebrows are curved the opposite way. It’s clear she’s anxious to hear what Lance will say. I find myself worrying for her as well.

 “Listen, I really want to be like ‘O.M.G. We’re half twins!’ and make a cool handshake with you, but this is just a lot for me to take in all at once.”

  Lance swiftly turns to leave, Pidge and Hunk quickly following after him to avoid the awkwardness that lingered in the room. As soon as they’re all out of hearing distance, Y/N sinks into the sofa. She puts her hands over her face and her shoulders jerk as she begins to cry.

  My first instinct, as someone who grew up alone, is to run away. I’ve learned to combat that instinct, but my second instinct isn’t much better. I look to Shiro, expecting him to know what to do. It wasn’t until after five seconds of expressionless, wide eye contact that I remembered he grew up alone as well, and therefore had a similar response. Usually, we’d rock, paper, scissors it out to see who would deal with the issue at hand, but this really wasn’t the time for that.

  So, as I thought about what the best plan of action was, Shiro decided to take matters into his own hands… by running out of the room. To be fair, he’s technically only six. Even so, that left me with the task of consoling Y/N.

  I thought back to when we were at the pool. She’d comforted me that day. Surely I could do the same for her, couldn’t I? It was worth a shot.

 “It’ll be okay, Y/N,” I spoke softly, not wanting to startle her with the sudden noise.

  The memory of her putting her arm around me was brought to the front of my mind. Maybe it would help her feel less alone if I did the same. I extended my arm behind her, but stopped midway.

 “I’m gonna put my arm around you, if that’s okay.”

   “Alright. I just,” Y/N sniffles, still keeping her head down. Her face is shielded by her knees.

  A moment passed before she spoke.

   “He probably hates me now. Lance, I mean. Allura and Coran probably do too. I’m sorry, this is selfish of me. These are people you’ve known longer and literally save the universe with. I should be asking you how you’re holding up.”

 “Stop, you’re allowed to be upset. Just know you’re not alone. This is yet another shared experience between the two of us. And, just like before, we’re going to get through it and help each other along the way.” I squeezed Y/N’s shoulder, hoping it reassures her even slightly.

   “Thanks,” she exhales. “I really appreciate you doing this. I know this type of thing isn’t your strong suit.”

 “Are you kidding? I’m the best at cheering people up!” I offer sarcastically. I hear her chuckle softly, finally lifting her head.

   “Oh for sure,” she quips. “But seriously, thank you. If you ever want to talk, I’m here. Us Galra have gotta stick together.” Y/N smiles at her pun, the corners of her eyes scrunching.

  I find myself returning the expression, but catch myself before it becomes too noticeable. I don’t smile easily, and even though everyone has seen me laugh and flash a grin, I’d prefer it to be on my own terms. We stand up from the sofa, preparing to go our separate ways.

 “Thanks, Y/N. And just so you know, Lance will come around. He can’t hold a grudge for as long as he thinks. Just give him some time and he’ll arrive to the right conclusion.”

   “Good to know. I’m gonna get some sleep, it’s been a long day. Good night.” She nods, turning and heading towards the bedroom corridor.

 “Sleep well.”

—

Y/N’s POV

  Despite how draining the day had been, I found myself lying wide awake. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes closed for very long and my mind was filled with concerns over how to win back the trust of the paladins, Allura, and Coran.

  I swung my legs over the side of my bed, slid on my slippers, and put on a sweater. If I wasn’t going to end up sleeping, I might as well tire myself out. It couldn’t hurt to do a little training, could it?

  The hallways were empty as I walked to the training deck. All that could be heard was the purr of the ship’s engines and the whir of the crystal’s power that kept the castle up and running. Luckily, the deck was unoccupied, which meant I could practice using my new dagger in private.

   “Let’s see how much of a Galra fighter I really am.” I muttered under my breath, pulling the small knife out of its sheath. The purple gem with the Blade of Marmora symbol glowed as I secured my hold on the grip.

—

  You’ve completed Level Two of hand-to-hand combat training. Would you like to try some willpower exercises now?

  “Sure!” I responded to the artificial intelligence. I wasn’t sure what ‘willpower exercises’ entailed, but I could certainly use a break from the workout I was currently enduring.

  Okay. Starting up willpower exercise number one. Would you like me to explain the exercise?

   “Yes, please.”

  Okay. This willpower exercise will require you to put on the device that will appear on the table in front of you…

  I notice a white, almost crown-like headpiece materialize in the center of the table. I take it and place it on my head.

Great! Now, get in a comfortable, seated position, close your eyes, and await further instruction… Our motion sensors have detected that you are seated. Now, our device will allow your thoughts to be used in your willpower training. Would you like to proceed?

   “Yes.”

  Okay. Beginning conscious and subconscious scan… Scan complete. Are you ready to start willpower exercise number one?

   “Yes.”

 Okay. For this exercise, please imagine you are in a room with a member of your family, or a loved one that you trust…

  My mind immediately pictures Lance. He’s my brother after all, the only family I know I have.

  Great! Now, you will be shown a number scenarios with this person. Your job is to respond as responsibly as you can. Your evaluation will be based on a multitude of factors. Each scenario will test a different factor. After these scenarios, you will be tasked with imagining other people in the same circumstances in order to ensure the accuracy of your emotional responses regardless of the subject.

—

 “Y/N!” Lance smiled, waving frantically. I felt the corners of my mouth tugging in opposite directions as I pictured myself running towards my brother.

  We smothered one another in a warm embrace. I felt safe, happy. After a moment we pulled apart, beginning to talk about our adventures in space.

 “I have to tell you something.”

   “You know you can tell me anything, Lance.”

  He takes a deep breath, his eyebrows furrowed in contemplative thought.

 “I’m not sure how else to say this, so I’ll just come right out and say it. Y/N, I’ve been assigned to kill you.”

   “What? Lance, what are you talking about?” I can barely speak. I feel frozen. I’m tempted to take the headpiece off, but keep forgetting because of how immersive the technology is.

 “Allura said that because you’re Galra, you cannot be trusted. I’ve known her longer, and after the experiences I’ve had with the Galra, I have to agree. This isn’t easy, but I have to do this. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

   “Lance, you don’t have to do this! I’ll just leave! This isn’t fair to you. Allura shouldn’t have burdened you with such a task.” I tell him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I feel tears stream down my face.

 “No, no. That’s the thing,” he steps back, causing my hand to fall down at my side. “I accepted the mission. I brought you here. I want to be the one to do this.”

   “You sound nothing like yourself! What happened? The Lance I know would never kill someone, let alone VOLUNTEER to do it!” I try to reason with him, but his face remains expressionless.

 “You’re wrong. The Lance you knew was the one that trusted you. Now that I know the truth, I’ve had to change my mind about things; about you.”

   “Stop! I know you’re not capable of hurting innocent people! I haven’t done anything! I can’t control the fact that I’m part Galra, in fact I wish I never found out that I was! But those are things I can’t change. Lance, you have to believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you, the paladins, Allura, Coran, or anyone!” I was sobbing hysterically. My own brother was set on ending my life, and I was failing to talk him out of it.

 “Just shut up! You talking is only going to make this harder for you. Just forget everything and pretend I’m a stranger. It was quite easy for me, since you practically are one to me now.” I could tell Lance was on the verge of tears himself, his own willpower being tested.

   “That’s like asking me to forget who I am, Lance. All I’ve ever known is being your long lost sister. That’s how everyone else knows me, how you know me. I know that there’s a part of you that knows the truth. Somewhere deep down, you still believe in me.” My voice was hoarse as I struggled to hold myself together.

 “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. Goodbye, Y/N.”

—

Third Person POV

  “Y/N! Y/N, are you there? It’s me! I’m right here, it’s okay! Y/N, it’s not real!”

  The distraught young woman took in her surroundings. It took some effort for the paladin to get the headpiece off, since the person wearing it usually has to be the one to do so. Luckily, her guard was down enough that it was easy for him to remove it.

   “Oh my god!” She cries, burying her head in the paladin’s chest.

 “Shh, it’s okay,” he tried to calm her. “I’ve got you. It’s okay, I promise you’re safe.” He holds Y/N tighter, hoping to ease the pain the simulation caused her.

   “It– it was Lance, and he–”

 “Shh, it’s okay. None of it was real. Lance is asleep. Everyone else is asleep. Nobody is going to hurt you, I won’t let them.” The words seemed to ease Y/N’s mind a little, her cries becoming quieter, softer.

   “Please don’t leave. I don’t– I don’t want to be alone.”

 “I won’t. I’m staying right here. You won’t be alone.”

—

Omg hi guys I’m so sorry for not posting in so long. I know I just announced a hiatus, but I was kind of late on that and I should’ve done that a couple months ago instead of just ghosting you all. Either way, I’m here and I’m so happy to be posting this chapter for you! I hope you found it as exciting as I did! Please let me know what you thought. I always appreciate feedback, especially since it’s been so long! I love you all so much, thank you for supporting me and my stories! <3

P.S. I originally posted this a few months ago on Quotev, so if you want to read my content a bit earlier (Usually not as early as this, but who knows I might accidentally do this again) feel free to check out my Quotev, @crybabyddl

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[unohanadaydreams]

Hi! I'm so happy you do stuff for bleach. It is honestly so hard finding good writers. I love your work! I was wondering if I could request a NSFW HC of Grimmjow, Kenpachi, and a third of your choice reacting to reader walking in on them jerking off?

Please and thank you ❤

Notes: The magic of tumblr's tagging system actively working against being a system for finding tagged posts--there's a robust lil circle of Bleach x reader blogs tbh!!

But also, yes, of course I can write this omg.

Features: SMUT, all sexy and consensual (even with Mayuri, I know.....).

Reader Doesn't Know How To Knock HCs (Grimmjow, Kenpachi, & Mayuri):

Grimmjow Jagerjaquez:

He fumbles the phone in the hand not working on getting himself off. The only thing he's embarrassed about his lapse in awareness; guess porn, his boner, and his surroundings were too much to keep tabs on for a guy used to the solitary silence of Hueco Mundo.

After the initial hiccup, he relaxes. It's just you.

Laying the phone down, the screen faced up, subdued moaning from the speakers beginning to grow louder, Grimmjow leans back and spreads his legs wider. Gives you the full view of his spit-soaked hands twisting his hard-on.

More strings of aqua hair fall to obscure his vision as he picks up the pace, encouraged by you still being stuck in the doorway.

Smug and breathing hard enough to color his words, Grimmjow calls out to you. "Are ya gonna join me or what?"

Kenpachi Zaraki:

His uniform is puddle of fabric on the bathroom floor at his feet. The length of his back is hunched as his balls slap against the wall he's leaning on. Focused, he's slow to hear anything beyond his titillating thoughts.

There's no water running, but the heat of the room is still tangible.

He stops when he notices you, straightening out to his full height, hand still wielding a hard cock. Up-right, Kenpachi is too big for the room, his mussed faux-hawk brushing the ceiling.

Shrugging with a sharp smile, he gestures to the stool near opposite him, "Wanted to get it done with before cleaning up. C'mere and I'll get you off too."

He doesn't move to grab you, just waits to see if you'll be in or out of the bathroom when you close the door.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

There is as little of himself vulnerable as possible. Both his hands are twisting over his cock in small, precise movements as though to guard himself from perception.

Heavy white and black make up coats his teeth as he sneers up at you from where he's sat against the tub. Biting his lips to keep silent seems entirely in vain with you practically standing over him.

He'd ensured you would be far away, the little blip of your tracker in his compact map showing you in the Rukongai, Akon in the lab, and Nemuri begrudgingly being allowed to play.

The phone in your hand is new, modern, and most assuredly Urahara's work. And Urahara is in the Rukongai now.

Mayuri wants to render himself a pile of goo, a substance able to slip down the drain, and away from the moment. But more deeply, secretly, and pressingly he wants you.

Voice rising above his embarrassment, he says, "Cease your gawking, shut the door, and sit here. No, right there!"

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴/𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦

requested by the national cutie pie @heartyyjeno​

Mark Lee

he can be a bit oblivious sometimes bless his soul꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭

so he’s kinda clueless as why tf you’re so pouty 

has he said anything stupid earlier? forgotten any important date?? or... even worse

ARE YOU ON YOUR PERIOD?? (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ  ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵖᵉʳᶦᵒᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

he’s too nervous to even prod at you rn

especially after a trainee who just happens to be wearing his hoodie passes by and you-

did you just growl?!?? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

but you’re his baby and you’re just SO deflated and he HATES seeing you anything but happy and lively so he just can’t stand by and watch you so upset cuz his lil heart hurts too (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe, are you uh alright?”

“yeah, just a little bit cold” *trying to subtly hint him*

“oh! that’s not good, you should have dressed warmer, should i go ask manager-hyung to turn up the heating in the practice room??”

 ‘maybe i should just set your ass on fire to warm up’ (►˛◄’!)

“or do you maybe want my hoodie?? it should be enough so you won’t be cold anymore, where did i... ohhhhh”

*light bulb turning on above his head* (〇o〇；)

“it’s fine mark, it’s not like you love me anyway it’s fine i should have seen this coming” *loud fake sobbing in your hands* *mark panic*

“no no baby come on-”

“let’s just get the divorce papers, mark lee!!!!”

“but we’re not married-” *sobbing intensifies* “i’m sorry, I’M SORRY!!! i didn’t mean to!! here, just a second!!” (´⊙ω⊙`)！

this specimen just took off his shirt and draped it over you in the middle of the practice room

“mark, wtf are you doing?!?? i was only kidding!!”

“how was i supposed to know, what if you were seriously upset-”

“hyung, can you help-”  *chenle slams door closed* *dolphin screams* “you’re paying for my eyeball removal surgery, you nasties!!”

“chenle NO”

Huang Renjun

my man here catches on pretty quickly what your pout is about

you didn’t make it exactly hard to notice either (；¬д¬)

“y/n, want some ice cream?”

“no, i’m cold, you can shove it up yo ass and share with dear [redacted]”

jesus i wonder why your s/o is mad renjun

he’s not sure how to approach the situation at first, worried that he might get a tube of ice shoved somewhere he wouldn’t want it to ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

he decides to just be himself read as blunt

“baby come oooon, i can ask them to give it back”

“no, then i’ll seem like a possessive bitch” (Θ︹Θ)ს

“don’t call yourself that!! but then should i just run back to the dorms and get another hoodie?”

“no, i missed you this week, i don’t want you to leave”

“then you can just come with me?” (≖^≖๑ )ﾌ

“but i’m too lazy to get up” same reader same

renjun : ఠ ͟ಠ then wth DO YOU WANT ?!!!?!!

your soul renjun

he’s a bit lost and you’re kinda under the weather too and he HATES it because you’re his kitten and he CAN’T and WON’T allow you to feel anyhting but like absolute royalty with him ೕ(⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́ฅ)

so he just drapes himself over your back, wrapping his arms tightly around you, caging you in a warm embrace and nuzzling his cheek into yours

“who needs a hoodie when they’ve got a junnie??!?!” (��̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

how could anyone stay mad when a cutie like renjun just curls himself around you and pulls you flush against himself, wrapping his limbs around you and peppering kisses everywhere in reach

you’re basically purring in content at this how could you not 」(￣▽￣」)

depending on how tired the both of you are, you might qualify for a good ol’ nap cuddled up against renjun 

but don’t let this fool you

you AIN’T gona catch him making the same mistake again

he’s asking you first about absolutely anything

“no renjun, i don’t need the last of your toilet paper, why do you even- you know what, don’t answer that, just go take a shit in peace” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Lee Jeno

we all know jeno is too much of a sweetheart to say ‘no’ (๑′ᴗ‵๑)

he might be freezing himself and he’d still give his hoodie away to the first person who asks learn how to say NO kids

so now you’re both freezing and on top of everything you’re upset too

that’s a DOUBLE KILL for sweet babie jeno (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe i’m sorry how was i supposed to know you don’t like them??”

“it’s not even that, jeno, you’re literally shivering!! why would you give it if you’re cold too?”

and that’s when jeno’s bf sathelit sprung into action

“wait... ‘too’?? are you cold, my baby??!??!?” (ʘᗩʘ’)

“no, wait, i mean yes, but that’s not-”

“i’ll be back in a second” he isn’t even kidding

he comes back with a blanket AND heating pads (that he doesn’t miss a second to clutch to your cheeks and then coo at your fish face)

“where did you get these from?” *suspicious*

he tells you he borrowed stole them from hyuck by politely asking for them threatening with a flex of his arm while eye smiling the entire time hyuck stood no chance ( ⚆ ᴗ ⚆ ) *nervous chuckle*

but jeno allows you no debating time before he wraps you in the blanket like a lil cutie patootie WARM burrito and leaves a *smooch* to your forehead ( ˘ ³˘)♥

you can spend an eternity arguing with him that you should take turns since he’s cold too, he isn’t taking ANY OF IT

his bubs isn’t allowed to be cold and he wants you to forget about who he lent his hoodie to too

the only way you can get him to relent is refusing to stay cocooned in it

“y/n, wear it or you’ll catch a cold!!” ( •̀ω•́ )σ

“sorry to burst your bubble, but you can and will catch a cold too!!”

that’s how you found yourself sandwiched between jeno’s arms, suffocating from both his bodt warmth and the blanket enveloping THE BOTH of you

best sauna would 110% recommend ୧( ⁼̴̶̤̀ω⁼̴̶̤́ )૭

Lee Donghyuck

my man here knows EXACTLY what he’s doing once *that person* asks him for his hoodie with a flirty smile

he lends it over with that shit eating grin but not without watching from the corner of his eye as you deflated like a loney baloney ( ◞᷄દ◟᷅ )

pretends to not notice your pout and lack of answers to his remarks

“y/n, wanna order chinese tonight?”

sweet, but not on my watch asshole *silence* (˵¯͒⌢͗¯͒˵)

“i’ll take that as a yes, i’ve been craving some seaweed soup”

*eye twitch*

‘fine u lil booger two can play at this game’ (•̀o•́)ง

you leave the room and return... wrapped up in MARK’S sweater and plop down back next to hyuck proudly (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)

he tenses up and turns to you

“y/n” ooooh damn you’re in deep shit

*you bat your eyelashes innocently* “yes my dear?”

“you stink, can you move further away?”

you... did not... JUST HEAR THAT??!?!!? (ﾉꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ﾉ彡┻━┻

but you get up and walk with your tail between your legs to the other side of the room and curl up in a ball of failure

you both do your own things insilence until-

*sniffle* *hiccup* *SNIFFLE*

“y/n?” *silence*”baby??” *hiccup*

oh no oh no NO NO, hyuck’s baby ain’t crying on his watch (╯’□’)╯

he DASHES to your side and envelops you in his arms while cooing apologies and sweet nothings in your ear

“come on baby, you know i didn’t mean it, i just want your attention and your attention only and i only meant that mark’s hoodie stinks, never you, you’re my baby, you can’t-” ヾ( •́д•̀ ;)ﾉ

and then your shoulders start shaking and hyuck starts to actually worry until your sobs turn into... giggles?? hold up, WHAT??

he turns you around just to see you in a fit of giggles, the only tears present are the ones building up in your eyes from laughter

“oh you think you’re smart, don’t you??” (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)♡

ATTACC OF TICKLES FOR YOU

Na Jaemin

another sweetheart tbh who wouldnt be able to refuse out of courtesy

but he just KNOWS he fcked up the moment you turn away when he leans in to kiss you (︶︹︺) ╯ ( ് દ ് )

but he ain’t giving up so easily

no matter how upset you are, depriving him of his dose of kisses? federal crime!!!! CRUELTY!!!!!!! ╰[ ಠ Ĺ̯ಠ]╯

so he keeps on pushing his affections on you

a clutching back hug, a rushed kiss wherever he is able to land it considering your struggle to avoid him, a nuzzle against your cheek, a pinch to your cheeks, a failed attempt to lockyour hands together

my man here tries not to show disappointment whenever you succesfully escape his ♡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♡   

jaemin, grumbling: “you and jisungie, a couple of hooligans, i’ll leave you on the welcome mat tonight for this” (҂⌣̀_⌣́) he won’t he loves you too much, he can’t fall asleep if he’s not 110% sure you’re well fed and happy

but he still babies you to no end

“come on my baby, what should i do so you forgive me hm?”( *¯ ³¯*)♡

you, an entire baby: *huff* “so now you care huh? go ask or no, go TAKE CARE of [redacted]” 

jaemin’s last braincell performing swan lake on thin ice male version 2020 be like ₍₍ ◝( ･’ω’･ )◟ ⁾⁾

so he sighs and leaves the room

so NOW you’re worrying that mayyyybe you pushed him a bit too far

but before you even get the chance to walk down the hallway in your mighty search for your boyfriend, everything suddenly goes black

no you didn’t pass out or did you

jaemin just creeped up on you and ENGULFED you in a blanket hug for which he DEFINITELY didn’t run a marathon to buy༼つ ் ▽ ் ༽つ

when you finally manage to worm your head out of the fluffy cocoon he engulfed you in, your words were still muffled

“nana?? how did you even-???”

he just hugs you tighter and cuts off your questions

“shhh, all that matters is that you are ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and i am maybe perhaps forgiven??”  ◕ ‿ ◕ 

how could you ever refuse this precious soul

Zhong Chenle

so i can see one(1) scenario in which he would lend his hoodie to someone he SPECIFICALLY knows you don’t fancy

if you had a let’s say disagreement before and we all know he can be PETTY big time sooo basically he’d do it just to spite you ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

and the lil shiz looks SO PROUD of himself

but you’re not letting the brat win we ain’t no losers _へ__(‾◡◝ )>

so you just creep up behind him and stick your glacier hands up his shirt and rest them on his warm back

when i’m telling you he broke the record for the highest jump and most likely shattered any windows in the vicinity ༻(〃ຶ⌂〃ຶ)

“y/n!!!! keep your ice cubes to yourself!!”

“but i’m cold”

“your cold, your problem”

“watch me say the same thing when jaemin’s chasing you around with a wooden ruler” （；¬＿¬)

things settle down after that

or so he thought!!!!! (งಠل͜ಠ)ง never let your guard down lele sigh

another sneak attack to make sure chenle gets a SOUR taste of absolutely pure pettiness so he gets sick of it himself lol

this time a bitch ain’t joking

you shove your entire head under his shirt and then slither yourself so the top of your head pops out of chenle’s shirt collar let’s hope chenle made the wise choice of wearing a loose shirt so you both won’t suffocate

so you just blink up at him like (◕ᴥ◕)

and chenle is shrieking the entire time sigh

and while you’re too cute for him, its not exactly comfortable for either of you so he pats your head and begs asks you to get out of his shirt(?)

“am i getting your hoodie then?”

“i can’t just barge in and ask for it back”

“alright them i’m suffocating you FUN” (╯✧∇✧)╯

“i’m buying you an entire store of hoodies, JUST GET.OUT!!!”(;≧皿≦）

you have to restrain him for actually going on a shopping spree cuz he LOVES spoiling you but he pays in cuddles while you’re snuggling in your favourite hoodie of his

Park Jisung

confused babie /(@ﾟﾍﾟ@) a mood 

he probably lent his hoodie cause he was too shy to refuse and didn’t even know you don’t like the person he gave it to

and then he’s clueless when you’re pouty ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

jisung: “do you want some water??”

you: *grumbling visibly upset* ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

jisung, at a safe distance away from you, scratching his head, rethinking life choices: “...okay, maybe not. how about choco milk?”

he keeps an eye on you but other than that he’s LOST lol

that’s when the ✨𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼✨ kick in

emergency contact momma jaemin is the first person jisung calls once he escaped to the ‘bathroom’

“jisung, you know i love you, BUT ARE YOU DUMB?? HOW COULD YOU- blahblahblah” my man is listening to an entire rant about how to treat your partner well 101 (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

now that he knows the theory, he needs the practice

but you might already worry that he fell in the toilet with how long he’s been gone for god forbid you fall into that dark void

so he calls chenle

“chenle, i’m treating you to hotpot if you bring me a blanket or hoodie in less than 5 minutes”

“add in some steak and it’s a deal” ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

“i’m so selling your soul for a piece of gum, FINE!! just be quick!!”

THIS BOI RIGHT HERE!! A TREASURE!!!! he would step on his honour just to make sure his bubs is hapyy ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

so after he excuses himself again to retrieve the blanket from chenle

he BURRITO WRAPS you in it and then sits down next to your confused but undeniably happy form and pats your head nervously while he rambles you’re still his most sought after for of comfort no matter what

“i’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend, i should have realized you’d be cold too and that i should always put you first and i-”

you cut him off with a chaste kiss to his cheek which definetely doesn’t leave him speechless and tomato red in the cheeks (๑♡⌓♡๑)

“it’s okay, i was just being dramatic, you should always put yourself first tho, okay baby??”

baby is malfunctioning but he still nods mindlessly and kisses your cheek back ( ᵅั ᴈ ᵅั;)