#slowly catching up on these Old Prompts lmao

[vandalizedheart]

happy sinday dash...

nikki's boobs in bio :] @eroticizedheart

[finniestoncrane]

Big Iron

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 650 lmao no one is allowed to yell at me for the pun in the title (get it... cos blood tastes like iron??? PHEW) ANYWAY cooper howard eats people and enjoys the taste of blood so uh... eating someone out when they're on their period? winner winner delicious fuckin dinner for him, plus a healthy dose of romantic cannibalism🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of cannibalism, period sex, oral sex, drinking/tasting blood, blood play

Your fingers scratched at the thin mattress below you, catching on a spring that burst through the frayed fabric. Something to claw on to, to cling to, as your orgasm rolled over you, pulling back like the waves before a tsunami.

Sensing the imminent climax, Cooper cruelly pulled his head back from you, catching your eye as you looked down to see why he had stopped. With a wink, he dropped his tongue out past his chapped lips and ran it around his mouth. Wagging the long, pink muscle out, you could see the blood collected on it, smears of it still on his face.

"Why... why'd you stop?"

Panting. Pathetic. You were desperate for him to continue, to place his face flat against you, clit hooded by the cavity where his nose had been, tongue hungrily lapping at you. Even as you asked him, you could hear the whine in your voice. And his answer only made you tense up further.

"Because, darlin'... I like to savour my meals."

Why you had expected anything less was a mystery. Every month, right on schedule, your period arrived and Cooper went hysterical. Frenzied, like an animal in heat, as though he could smell the changes in your body. Blood lust driving him. He would claw at you any minute you were alone, tearing your clothes off to taste you, like he did now.

His fingers teased along your red, swollen lips, venturing into your cunt as you clenched around him, grateful for more of his touch. But it was over in a moment, as he withdrew his digits and held them out in front of him, admiring the way your blood, thick, dark and red, dripped slowly down them.

Placing them in his mouth, he sucked your juices off with a soft moan, eyelids closed to offer some sensory deprivation. All he wanted to experience was your taste. The metallic tang that coated his tastebuds, the smell of violence that filled the air.

Lowering his body, his knees scraping along the ground as he slid backwards through the dust on the ground, he rested his cheek against your leg before he began placing kisses on it. They trailed from the front, around to your inner thigh. Delicate, gentle, loving almost, before they turned to sharp bites. His yellowed teeth sinking into you with grunts and groans, either from arousal or from the sheer amount of concentration it took him to remember not to hurt you. Not too much anyway.

Between each nibble, each puncture of the top layer of skin with his surprisingly sharp teeth, he mumbled to you, low, rasping words that made you shudder, heating your cheeks and flushing your body.

“Why… I could just devour you whole… Make you a meal I’d never forget…”

Your lips curled into a smile at the thought. Cooper’s possessive nature only ever served to make you lust after him more. It consumed you, and you’d be content for him to consume you.

“Eat of your flesh… drink of your blood, that old chestnut…”

There was a soft scuffing sound which you identified as Cooper’s hips, grinding into the ground, desperate for the friction against his stiff cock as his tongue flitted back up your lips and pressed into your aching cunt one more. And still, he took breaks to speak to you between breathy, lustful moans.

“You taste… you taste as sweet as I remember honey being… you got the bite of a sour cherry… tender like the steaks they offered me at contract meetings… juicy… dripping… fresh kill…”

Your hand fell to the back of his head, keeping him buried between your legs, not quite strong enough to prevent him from stopping for just a few more words.

“I’m gonna eat you alive, darlin’…”

[oneforthemunny]

how you like them apples |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: you surprise eddie with his favorite fall treat, and, oh, is he surprised.

since i'm feeling so fall, i decided to write a ficlet around my love cowboy!eddie. also follows the lore that sweet girl is not the best cook lmao. super fluffy. genuinely nothing but the sweetest fluff and love.

Your head turned at the rumble of the truck, moving slowly down the gravel driveway towards the house. Eddie always drove much slower than you, always on to you about speeding down the gravel, flinging it everywhere. 

The red truck’s bed was filled with lumber, left over from the recent renovations the Ives’ family had done to their new fence, just up the road- well, that’s what Eddie always said, it was more like a good ten miles away. Irvine Ives had called Eddie up last night, asked him if he wanted it before he took it to the junkyard. He knew Eddie was repairing a patch in the fence a Bronco he was training had kicked out. 

“Back so soon?” You grinned, pressing a hand over your brows to shield you from the September sun. Not as bright as it was in June, but still unforgiving in the middle of the day. 

“Yep, wasn’t much, but I think I got what I needed.” Eddie hummed, turning the key and killing the ignition, cigarette still lit between his fingers. “Think I got enough to patch it though. Just gonna need to repaint it since it’s not the same kinda wood.” 

Your brows raised, walking over towards the driver’s side, leaning in towards the window. “I can help you with that.” You hummed, breathing in the cloud of smoke he exhaled with a content sigh. “I love to paint.” 

Eddie grinned back at you, a soft crease in his dimples that made your body buzz with excitement. “Yeah? We can go to town tomorrow if I get this done. Pick out a color.” 

“That sounds like fun.” You beam. “I was going to say we need to go to the grocery anyways, so that works out.” You hum, a large brown bag catching your attention, nestled beside Eddie in the passenger seat. 

“What’s that?” You ask, leaning on the door to see. “Apples?” 

“Yeah, Mrs. Ives insisted I take a few. Said their trees were overflowin’ with ‘em.” Eddie nodded towards the bag, lightly tapping your hand to move, opening the truck’s door. “Figure I’d give a few to Medusa. Try to do something with the rest, maybe.” 

You nodded slowly, wheels in your mind already spinning with an idea. Eddie handed you the apples, cradling the bottom until you got your grip on the heavy bag. “‘M gonna go start on this. Try to get it done today.” 

“Ok,” You hummed, hugging the apples to your chest. “Have fun, baby.” 

Eddie snorted in laughter, head ducking down, stealing a quick kiss from you. “I shouldn’t be too long.” He looked back at you, eyes narrowing in suspicion as you simply nodded, pulling the screen door open and slipping in the kitchen. 

Normally, you’d offer to come help him, sit with him and talk about nothing in particular, and hand him the tools while he worked. Not this time. You didn’t seem mad, or upset- really, you seemed perfectly happy. Which left him a little suspicious. 

The clanging of a large, steel pot falling on the floor soothed his worries, left him grinning to himself in humor as he started off to the barn. 

“Sift? What does- like move it around?” You muttered, brows pinched in concentration that was teetering on annoyance. Your eyes squinted in concentration, trying to decipher the loopy, old school cursive on the faded, yellowed recipe card in front of you. 

The first time you found the recipe box, it was buried under piles of other things, lost in the mess that was Eddie’s bachelor pad before you moved in- really, before you were in his life. His Mamaw Munson’s recipes, all her best dishes, all in one tin box. He sat in the kitchen with you between his legs, he’d poured over each one, told you which ones were his favorite, sometimes even added a little anecdote that had you beaming with joy. 

“Oh, this one was one of my favorites, baby,” Eddie had said, eyes lighting as they scanned over the card. 

“Apple Cobbler. She’d bake it in this cast iron skillet so it’d stay hot, and we’d put vanilla ice cream over it- holy shit, it was so good.” Eddie swallowed his drool, he could practically taste it still. “She used to have an apple tree before it got blown away by this bad tornado one year. But she’d go and pick them every fall when they were ripe, and she’d always make it for us. It was my favorite thing.” 

Looking at the recipe in front of you, you could see why Eddie loved it so much. It did sound really good. 

It was just very complicated. 

“Take your peeled- shit,” You looked at the sliced apples, still with the skin on, in the bowl in front of you. “Why wouldn’t you say that before I added the other stuff, Mamaw?” You huffed, pulling the drawer open for the whittling knife. 

The kitchen was a disaster, sticky and flour filled, bowls piling high in the sink; and you hadn’t even gotten halfway through the recipe. Grabbing a handful of the butter and sugar rolled apples, you placed them on the counter’s free space, carefully carving around the edge where the skin was. 

This isn’t too bad, not taking as long as I thought it would, You thought to yourself, finally in a grove of cutting around the skin, tossing the apple back in the mixture. 

A smoky, sugary, thick smell alerted your senses on your last few apples. Turning, you saw the filling that was supposed to be simmering, now bubbling with thick, burnt globs in the pot. You grabbed the handle with a panic, shoving it to the free stove eye, turning the hot one off. 

The mixture, which was supposed to be a light caramel brown, was a deep dark molasses shade. You lifted the whisk, cringing at the toughness of the gooey substance. “It’s ok,” You shook your head lightly, looking at the clock. “That’s- whatever. It’ll bake and soften in the oven.” 

Pulling out the pan, you shoved the now skinless apples to the bottom, scraping the hardened filling mixture on top. The wooden spoon nearly broke trying to mix it in, sticking out of the cemented filling. 

You could see Eddie through the small window over the sink, down to the last stake in the fence, already beginning the wiring. He’d be done soon, this had to cook for forty-five minutes, and the kitchen was a disaster. 

“It’s fine, it’ll be fine.” You muttered to yourself, pouring the batter on top, not bothering to smooth it out like the instructions said- there was no time for that Mamaw. Instead, you slid it in the oven, turning the timer. 

Eddie came in just as you’d finished putting your last dish away. Your body surged with excited heat, smug that you might actually get away with your little surprise- well, as long as he didn’t go to the back porch, where the burnt filling was in the pan, cemented in. 

“Mm,” Eddie sniffed the air, sugary and a little… smoky? “Smells good in here, baby.” He gave you a dazzling smile, hoping you wouldn’t pick up the hesitancy in his tone. 

It was no secret that you weren’t exactly the best cook. Not that Eddie cared, but after you almost burnt the house down making lasagna, he was a little weary when you’d cook. 

“Does it?” Your eyes lit up, filled with excitement that he wouldn’t dare take from you. Whatever you’d made, no matter how charred or inedible it was, he’d scarf it down with a grin if it’d make you happy. Even if it gave him food poisoning like the chicken ala king did. 

“Yeah, what’re you makin’?” Eddie reached for the oven’s handle. 

You pushed it closed with a click of your tongue, smacking his hands away. “Don’t.” You shook your head. “It’s a surprise.” 

And you were true to your word. It certainly was a surprise. 

When you placed the concoction in front of Eddie, grinning so big, so proudly, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but grin back. “Wow, you, uh, you made this for me, sweetheart?” He smiled, eyeing the plate in front of him. 

“Yes,” You giggled, topping the runny dough on top with a scoop of ice cream. “You said it was your favorite, and when you brought the apples home, I just thought I’d surprise you.” You chirped, sliding him a spoon. “I followed your Mamaw’s recipe.”

“You spoil me, sweet thing. You know that?” Eddie smiled, heart swelling at the sentiment. You really did spoil him, were too good and too sweet to him- even if you’re cooking wasn’t as good. 

“Try it.” You sat next to him, bursting with excitement. “I know it won’t be as good as hers, but I think I did a good job on it.” 

Eddie looked down at the plate, swallowing the dread building in his throat. He dug his spoon, sawing it through the thick middle until it finally came out in a clean cut. Taking a large scoop of ice cream, hoping it would mask the flavor, he took a bite. 

“Is it good?” You leaned forward, eyes rounded in hopefulness, scanning his features eagerly. 

Eddie hummed, his teeth cemented together from the filling, sure his crown might pop out from the material. The filling was tough, the dough undercooked and lacked something that made it rise, but the apples were delicious- just like his Mamaw’s except…

“Oh,” Eddie winced before he could help it, finger digging in his mouth. He pulled out the hard thing that was wedged in his molar, turning it with a brow raised. “Is that- is that a seed?” 

Your face fell, looking at the seed back at Eddie. “Well, yeah, from the apples.” You said, heart skinning in your chest. “I didn’t- it didn’t say to take them out or anything, so I just left them in.”

Eddie swallowed, stomach turning lightly at the bite. “No, it’s- I mean, it’s good, baby. Some people take them out, but- no, this is, it’s really good.” He nodded, smiling at you gently. “‘S really good.” 

“Really?” You squeaked. “Better than the muffins?” 

“Yes,” Eddie said truthfully, whole heartedly. That was the truth, this was so much better than the mess that was the blueberry muffins. “So much better. This is really good, sweetheart. You really surprised me. Too sweet of ya to do this.” 

You squealed, hugging him tightly, legs straddling his waist in the chair, lips pressing kisses over his cheeks, his chin, his lips. Eddie’s arms wrapped around you, squeezing you into him, playfully nipping at your jaw to hear you squeal, before his lips caught yours, pulling you into a heated kiss. He’d eat all your burnt cobblers if it meant you’d be happy like this, if it made you this happy. 

[5iyoomi]

Hello! Thanks again for the FE3H request! Loved it!

I had the idea of asking if you could do a request with M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado, with a male! reader? Nsfw too, if possible?

For the plot/context, the reader is a mage who promoted into a Sage! The boys are reacting to seeing the sage outfit, which they never saw before, on the reader and being all flustered about it.

Thank you!

They React to Your New Outfit ━ Part 1

characters: M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado warnings: handjob, oral, penetrative sex, fingering (all reader receiving), dry humping, making out, me drifting from the prompt like 20 times lmao, not proofread/might be ooc A/N: hii I'm glad you liked the fe3h request! I wasn't sure if it was any good or not when I wrote it tbh.. sorry this one took me so long but I hope it was worth the wait :) I did sfw and nsfw for this but it kinda leans more towards nsfw in general

Part 2 | Word Count: 2,574

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Alear

Honestly I feel like he'd be the most flustered apart from Alcryst. He thinks you look good no matter what you're wearing, that you could absolutely pull off anything you wanted to and he'd be right there to tell you exactly that

But he's at a loss for words once he sees your new sage outfit, entirely different from the purples and browns of your old one. Your cape flows down to your feet, intricate designs adorning the piece of fabric that's draped over your broad shoulders

His eyes catch how your stomach and chest is almost entirely exposed to him, and he thinks his first thought would have surely gotten him weird looks if people could read his mind

He stutters out something that sounds suspiciously like 'pretty', but when you ask him if he said something he gets nervous and pretends like he didn't

He knows getting distracted in the middle of a battle wouldn't do anyone any good, so he tries not to think about it until you have a moment to yourselves

Heterochromatic eyes gaze lovingly into yours, bright hues of blue and red bright underneath the lights in his room. Alear has you laying beneath him with a loose grip on your waist to keep you steady, gently tugging your pants down just enough to free your already half-hard length.

"You look nice, you know that?" He breathes, thin fingers wrapping around your sensitive cock and thumbing at the leaking slit. He can't take his eyes off of you, entranced by how your clothes hug you in all the right places. His lips ghost over your jawline, and you tremble. "It suits you."

He insisted on you keeping your clothes on, everything except for your cape that was somewhere on the floor now; you couldn't be bothered to care. All that mattered was the pleasure that surrounded you like a cloud and his hand that worked you with practiced ease.

You run your fingers through his hair, your legs kept spread by his body in between them. "You- ah, think so?" You murmur, having to bite your lip when he silently nods, sucking a light hickey onto your neck. He knows it'll be covered up, that he won't have to worry about people asking you or him what happened, even though it's obvious.

You're his, after all. While a part of him wants to show you off, stake his claim in the only way he knows how, he doesn't need to. You're almost never not with him, anyway, fighting every battle by his side and staying glued to his hip outside of it. Not that he'd have it any other way.

Slowly but surely neither of you could be found without the other. People would constantly ask you where the Divine One was if you showed up without him, and people would wonder if he'd seen you around. It was a little embarrassing at first, but he couldn't say he minded.

So he'll take care of you tonight, take his time and bring you over the edge the same way he always does. Even if it's more for himself than anything else, to watch you fall apart in his arms with his name on your lips, but you weren't exactly complaining.

Alfred

Seeing as he's dating you, he wouldn't at all be afraid of saying how he feels about your outfit. He always wants you to come to him about anything, serious or not, so it stands to reason that he'd do the same with you

He's a little more forward with his compliments, admiring how your muscles bulge in your sleeves and whispering that he thinks you look even stronger like this, making heat warm your cheeks

Seeing you in something that revealing does more to him than he'd like to admit, though nothing has to be said about it when he asks, in the politest way possible, if he can suck you off right then and there (if no one was around two)

Your choked out sound of surprise makes him laugh as he watches you think about his question. You're just so gorgeous, can you blame him for wanting you?

Are we all in agreement that Alfred would 100% be a service dom? Yes? Okay anyways

"You don't have to-" you start to protest, but he cuts you off from where he's propped up on his knees, giving you a small smile and shaking his head.

"No, no, it's alright. Just let me make you feel good, okay?" Alfred traces gentle circles into your thighs, waiting for you to give him the okay to keep going. "Besides, I'm enjoying the view," he adds, so naturally and soft that you almost miss it.

So cheesy, you think, rolling your eyes. But you nod anyway, reaching down to fix one of the flowers that he keeps fixed in his hair. He leans into the touch, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. "Okay, fine, but once you're done, then-"

"You don't need to repay the favor, really," the blonde says, lacing your fingers together and squeezing. "This outfit was payment enough."

You don't get the chance to respond to that before he's mouthing at the outline of your length through your pants, watching to gauge your reaction. You suck in a small breath, resisting the urge to beg him to hurry up, because you know that'd only make him go impossibly slower.

But eventually, he hollows his cheeks, languidly taking you halfway into his mouth before drawing back. He does that a few times, tongue licking a long stripe from the base to the tip and circling the head of your cock.

"Please, d-don't tease," you whimper, feeling arousal pool in your stomach and settle there. He glances up at you, sliding down as much as he can without gagging and chuckling at how you slap a hand over your mouth.

It doesn't do much to stifle your noises, quiet moans slipping past your lips even with you trying to cover them. He pulls off with a loud pop after a moment, his hand snaking up the cut in the right side of your pants. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Diamant

Getting him to give you a reaction outside of his usual demeanor isn't a task, per se, but it's not easy either. He's almost always serious, trying to keep up appearances where he can

But then you tell him you've been promoted, that you've grown even stronger, and he's proud of you, he is, until his words falter when he sees how you look

What you're wearing is wildly different from your old mage outfit, the clothes allowing you to move around more freely as you take on more of a front-line position in battle. He knows that. It's supposed to be practical, in a way, and nothing else

Except telling himself that proves to be harder than he thinks. You ask him what he thinks about it, and he clears his throat, trying (and failing) to hide the blush that rises to his face and ears

He makes sure to let you know how he feels when he has the chance to, though. He can't leave your question unanswered now, can he?

Diamant tugs you onto his lap, not worried about being careful with most of his armor thrown off to the side on his bed. You go along with it, your legs resting on either side of him and arms coming up to wrap around his neck. His gloved fingers find your chin, pulling you closer until your faces are mere inches apart.

"You know, it's almost not fair that other people get to see you in this," he whispers, lips brushing yours and thumb stroking your cheek. You tuck a loose strand of red hair behind his ear, waiting for him continue. "But... it's fine, because only I know how you look when I kiss you."

As if on cue, he slowly bridges the small gap between you, tilting his head so that your lips easily slot together like it's second nature. You melt into it, letting him take the lead and grab you until your bodies are flush together. You can hear and feel all of him even through your clothes, from shaky breaths to the growing arousal in his pants.

You absentmindedly grind down against him, and the arm slung around your waist tightens. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it and reveling in how you shudder out his name.

His hands slip beneath the thin fabric covering the top of your toned chest, fingers flicking over your perk nipples and lightly tugging. You moan, tongue sliding into his mouth and melding with his own.

"How's that feel?" He pulls away to ask, meeting every roll of your hips with a thrust of his own. You pause to catch your breath, and to find the words that keep escaping you. He does the same, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth with a smile.

"Good," you finally manage to say in a whisper, the friction alone threatening to make you cum. He isn't holding up any better than you are, so he traces over your exposed skin, slowing your movements so that he could stretch this out.

"Gods, you drive me crazy."

Alcryst

He'd be so nervous about it that you'd probably end up having to get him to calm down. I feel like he'd either be the type to start rambling because he doesn't know what to say, or the type that trips over their words so much they have to take a deep breath before they continue

He just thinks you look absolutely handsome. You always do, even when you woke up with the worst bedhead in all of Elyos, but this is different

A part of him still doesn't know how you fell in love with somebody like him, someone that can't even properly speak sometimes, but he's happy when you reassure him it's not a big deal. That it's kind of cute how he reacts to you

He wants to show you everything that's swirling around in his head when he can't verbally get out how he's feeling <3

"It's okay if I do this, isn't it?..." He quietly asks, a soft flush painting his pale skin pink. He has your fingers intertwined just beside your head, his other hand holding one of your legs open in a position he knows you're the most comfortable in.

You nod, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling him in closer by the neat, white cravat tied around his neck. The cold wind from a crack in the window is a nice reprieve from the warmth burning hot and fiery in your stomach.

"Mhm, go ahead. You can do whatever you want to me." You tilt your head up to kiss him, and you can feel him freeze up at that, a small whimper falling off his tongue and his cock twitching where it teases at your hole.

"Y-you can't just- can't just say things like that," Alcryst pouts, sunken scarlet eyes darting from yours back to the spot between your legs. He'd always get flustered when it came down to doing this with you, so hung up on being perfect that he didn't get to fully enjoy himself.

You want him to let loose a little bit for once. Your sage outfit was the perfect way to start.

"But it's true," you lift your hips up to make it easier for him, shooting him a sly wink that has him subtly fidgeting. "Don't hold back this time, I can take it." And that seems to do it for him.

You both let out a choked out moan when he gently slides into you, wrapping a hand around you and stroking in time with each half thrust. He nestles himself deep inside you, hips slamming into yours and his lips trailing up and down your entire body.

He bites down on your shoulder so that he isn't being too loud. You were tight, warm and panting beneath him, and he swears you're the prettiest boy he's ever seen in his life.

"You feel good, so good."

Fogado

He's literally the Claude of engage I think the developers have a type.... (me too but that's a conversation for another day)

Anyway, he's the first person to notice when your outfit changes. He'd be the first one to catch something small, anyway, like if you trimmed the ends of your hair or got new frames for your glasses, and those observational skills and flirtatious nature of his don't go away when you start dating

He's not just saying it to say it, though, he means it when he sees you outside and tells you that you look cute. The colors compliment your eyes, the arm sleeves slid up to your elbows perfect on you, and he doesn't shy away from pointing that out

He'll ask you if you wanna get dinner with him after training, even though you always say yes. It's become something of a routine with you two, to unwind by talking about any and everything in each other's presence

Then he'll casually say how much better your clothes would look on the floor on your way out of the cafe terrace

"Fogado-" you squirm, hands clutching the sheets under you for dear life. Your face is pressed into the pillow, his, namely, drool leaving a small puddle in the middle of the linen case.

He leans over your back, humming in acknowledgement and curling two of his fingers inside you in search of that spot that would have you seeing stars. You're thankful that most of your moans are muffled and that he can't see your face twisting up in pleasure.

It's embarrassing enough that he has your ass up and back arched for him, your body bare except for your sleeves while he's still fully clothed. You're burning up, your heart beating loudly in your chest and legs trembling.

It doesn't help that he keeps purposefully avoiding you where you need him the most, your dick almost pathetically hard and leaking pre-cum between your thighs. He litters the nape of your neck with wet kisses, leaving a mark here and there that'll just barely be able to be covered up.

"What's the matter, baby?" He whispers in your ear, biting down on it and feeling you tighten around him. You're about to respond, but your words end off on a high-pitched groan when he slides a third digit in beside the first two, and he all but laughs. He knows exactly what he's doing, what the problem is, but he's messing with you. Seeing how much it'd take for you to beg.

And it's starting to kill you.

"I need you-"

"What's the magic word?" You feel more than see him smirk against your skin, and you'd be mad if you weren't unbearably needy right now. So you humor him.

"Please."

Fogado grins, big, brown eyes scanning down your frame. He can tell you're close. "That's my good boy." He coos, murmuring praises when his fingers finally find your prostate with one hard thrust and you cum for him, shaky cries prompting him to finger you through your orgasm despite your weak protests.

He really thinks he should do this more often.

[kattythingz]

YJ x FMA Pt. 3

Yeaaaaah, I couldn't resist.

I've already made my bed with this one, man. I might as well commit to the bit lmao. This au has been incredibly self-indulgent so far and I'm honestly digging it.

New folks, the main gist of the au is explained in part 1, so direct all your confusion there first :P

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍

“Holy fucking shit! Are you serious?!”

Ling could hardly contain his grin when Ed exclaimed in what could only be described as sheer scientific euphoria. Kaldur and Artemis let out similar snorts of amusement behind Ling and M’gann outright giggled as Ed ran up to Ship, the previous rush of getting to their escape point completely forgotten in favor of gawking starry-eyed at the majestic aircraft. His arms hovered back-and-forth with a familiar excitement to reach out and touch, before he inevitably caved.

“Holy shit,” Ed repeated, reverent as he brushed a hand over Ship’s indulgent surface. “I knew it. I’m dreaming. I got shocked one too many times and I passed out—”

Ling really couldn’t help the overflowing bubbling of laughter from his chest. It caught Ed’s shining gaze as he pivoted with one hand kept on Ship, the other flinging to jab at Ling. “Tell me I’m dreaming, Ling! Tell me right now!”

“Dude, how old are you again?” Wally chortled, though not cruelly, Ling noted with approval. He would’ve had words to emphasize with his sword if any one of his friends demeaned Ed’s bliss. “It’s like you’ve never seen an airship before. Ship’s pretty plain-looking as far as those go, you know—”

Ship made a beeping noise of protest, and Ed yelped, turning like he could pinpoint the source. Which, now that Ling thought about it—

“Hold on,” Ed said, lightning-struck, and touched his second hand to Ship again. “Hold on. Is this thing—?”

“Alive?” Ling said amusedly, and Ed whirled on him. “I believe ‘sentient’ is the more accurate term M’gann used, but—”

“Shut up!” Ed beamed, and Great Dragon on Ling’s heart—

He’d missed this sight something awful.

The rest of the team were clearly just as endeared. Especially M’gann, as she beamed right back, saying, “Thank you! Ship says she likes you too.”

“‘Ship’?” Ed said. He startled when Ship opened her hatch suddenly. Gently, though Ed didn’t know it. Ling read the moment for him and set a prompting hand on the small of Ed’s back with a tilt of his head, and Ed didn’t waste a second. He climbed slowly up the ramp, like he thought his footsteps could hurt Ship.

The team took their seats easily except for M’gann, who spun in the air to smile at Ed and say, “This is Ship! She’s a friend, even though she might not look it immediately. She’s just as much a member of this team as all of us. Isn’t that right, girl?”

Lights flickered along the side in eager answer, and Ed tracked the reaction greedily. Ling could already see the cogs turning behind those eyes, and the sight warmed his heart beyond comprehension.

“Here,” Ling laughed, pulling Ed back down to Earth and coaxing him by the hand to a vacant corner with two seats, no doubt provided by Ship’s thoughtfulness. Ed followed his second cue to sit, eyes still high above the ground as he took in the finer mechanics.

“Alright,” M’gann announced with noticeable cheer, finally at her seat at the helm. “Everyone strapped in? Sorry, Ed, this might feel a little weird at first.”

“Wha—?”

Ed cut off when Ship began lifting. He let out a yelp when the distance really grew, wobbling on instinct and hands shooting to grip the Ling’s bicep.

Ling remembered how strange the first fly had been on him too. He set an anchoring hand over Ed’s, catching the slightest fear in those eyes and smiling.

“Relax,” Ling told him quietly, to avoid embarrassing Ed with a spectacle. Judging by Ed’s rapid glance in his direction, the gesture was appreciated. “Your ears might ‘pop’ in a second from the air pressure, and it’ll feel uncomfortable for a while after, but you’re otherwise fine.”

“Did someone else tell you that?” Ed said between a grimace. His hands kept taut for a moment as Ship caught a steady pace, before he relaxed under Ling’s hand.

He let out an exhale, casting Ling a smile that time. “That sounds like the sort of talk you’d ask me to repeat ten thousand times for you instead.”

“Rude!” Ling gasped—to no avail. He’d smiled too wide again. “I learned a few things while you were gone, you know. A year’s a long time.”

Ed’s eyes sparkled in the literal changed atmosphere between them now. “Really? Then how’d you end up here immediately?”

“I had a moment of regression. You know how I get when I’m hungry.”

Ling was rewarded with a brilliant laugh for that. 

He completely understood when the sound drew several eyes back to them as well, and there was a pause as the team considered the two of them.

Artemis eventually broke the silence.

“So,” she started with an imperceptible smirk, crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat. “Ling’s infamous fiance.”

“Unfortunately,” Ed said.

The easy humor shifted something in the atmosphere, and faster than anyone could grin, Wally blurted, “What was that you did with the walls? I’ve never seen any earth powers that spontaneous before!”

“Yeah! What kind of power was that?” Robin leaned forward—sounding like his age, to Ling’s relief. Though Robin was undoubtedly much younger than Ling, he so often behaved like, well… Ed and Ling, back in their own teenagehood. This was a nice change. This was good. “You covered all that mass in, like, one motion. And you knew exactly where it would stop.”

Perhaps it was the nerves from being mass-stared at from all corners, but Ed flushed at the admiration. “Oh, well…” He cleared his throat. “That was pretty basic from me, really. I’d usually go for something louder, but I wasn’t sure entirely what was under the walls… It was better safe than sorry in the moment.”

“You couldn’t tell from a touch?” Ling furrowed his brow.

“Not completely.” Ed shook his head. “I had an innate understanding, but I couldn’t put a name to… a lot of the things.” He cast Ship a grimacing onceover. “But I guess I’ll have to get used to that.”

“So that is part of your power?” Kaldur asked, because, naturally, he couldn’t resist his curiosity either. Though his was more tempered. “You understand the components of the earth, and mold it?”

Ed blinked at the astute observation.

“That’s… exactly it, actually,” he said slowly. “I’m surprised you got it in one go…”

“Well,” Ling said, never one to miss a chance with a sly grin, “he is the esteemed leader around here.”

Ever since Ling had learned the team’s average age, he’d made it his life mission, while he was here, to soften them all to act their ages more often. Kaldur, in particular, was a tougher target on par with Artemis, but he, too, had a weakness. Recognizing his competence, for one. Recognizing his competence as leader, for two.

Ed clocked that in an instant, bless his perceptiveness, and he nodded easily. “Yeah, makes sense.”

Kaldur wavered. “You—can tell such a thing?”

“Sure. You’ve got the eye and attitude for it. And you sound a lot like a certain someone.” Ed cast Ling a sideways glance, and Ling pulled his most gracious face. Ed rolled his eyes back to Kaldur. “Next thing you’re gonna tell me, you’re a prince too.”

Wally immediately burst out laughing. “You got it in one! No way!”

“Well, not exactly on the nose,” Robin hummed. “But definitely close enough.”

Kaldur was far too well-mannered to gape, but he most certainly stared at Ed. “How—?”

“Like I said,” Ed snorted, but his grin was genuine as gold, “it’s obvious.”

Kaldur ducked his head, hiding that successful blush under a hand rubbing his neck. “That praise might be undue for the time being. I have only been in this position for a few months. But… thank you.”

And that, too, was a sight Ling had missed. The way Ed positively melted at the image of these kids, walking in shoes too big for their feet but filling the mold so well, for better and for worse. 

Ling had a great feeling about this world, suddenly.

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[reluctanttrabbit]

HERE :)

vanessa goes and also smuggles Freddy to one of Gregory's soccer games

vanessa or gregory has a nightmare and the other is there for them

vanessa had a bad day yesterday and Gregory with the help of freddys head attempts to make her breakfast in bed the next morning

vanessa and Freddy help Gregory out when he gets freaked out about his amnesia again

tony ellis and Gregory hang at the fazcade but it drags back old memories

HOPE I HELPED YOU OUT A BIT VANNY✌

YAY THESE R SO CUTE AUGHHHH thank you... for saving me! i was so thirsty!!! /ref

will definitely do more of these prompts buttttt i want to go to bed lmao so this is all u get for now :3 idk idk let me know if you want me to tag you when i update this!!

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Fluttering in and out of consciousness, a very comfortable Vanessa hears commotion from somewhere inside the apartment.

Her eyes were heavier than Freddy's head, and her mountain of blankets weighed her down. Why was she awake, again?

I think.... I heard something. Maybe it was Gregory.

That works like a charm. She can slowly feel herself gain more energy to shift out of bed and sit up. Nail polish and clutter fall off of her side table as she reaches for her phone. Vanessa groans.

Fine, I can just walk without a light. I should know where all my furniture is from memory.

Her feet immediately catch on a pile of laundry she'd been neglecting. "Shit," she whispers as she hops until she regains balance. Vanessa steps more carefully this time, successfully feeling for the door frame and switching the light on.

There's a faint.. sniffing kind of noise. Then it goes quiet.

"..Ness?"

Her heart beats faster as she jogs to Gregory's room, feeling for the walls. It's right at the end of the hall.

Gregory's 'room' (a room she once used for art and sewing crafting, now containing just a makeshift bed and spare furniture) was pitch black; save for Freddy charging on the desk beside his bed. The beam of his eyes allowed her to see just half of Gregory's face.

"Are you okay? Did anything happen?" she runs a hand through her untamed bedhead.

"Oh. Um, I just heard.. you walking around, so I wanted to make sure, uh, it was you. I'm a light sleeper, sorry." Vanessa noticed how Gregory sniffed in between some of his words. Her limited view of him appeared as if he was on edge. Scared.

"..You sure?"

He fidgets with his sweater sleeves.

"Yeah."

It had only been a week since Vanessa took in this stubborn, brave, creative kid. After five days of going through hell together in that mega mall. A hell that she took part in, god, maybe even orchestrated--

That wasn't me. It was never me. I got him out. We're safe.

She couldn't blame him for being so guarded. Especially towards her.

Ness leans on his doorframe. "Look, I um.." she pauses, unsure of where shes going with this.

"I would never want to discount how brave you are. You have ten times the courage I did at your age. But that doesn't mean... you're never scared."

Isn't that kind of contradictory?? She thinks. Gregory's eyebrows furrow; he's just as lost as Vanessa.

"Okay, I'm really sleep deprived. Crap." she mumbles. "What I mean to say is that I don't want you to be scared of being scared. You can.. talk to me about nightmares and stuff. You don't have to push down your fears anymore."

He doesn't respond, looking at the wall for a bit. Vanessa fidgets with her hair.

"It was about the animatronics," Gregory breathes out. "but y- Vanny wasn't there. I don't remember.. seeing her." He motions for Vanessa to come closer. She doesn't hesitate, sitting at the edge of the mattress.

"They chased me out of the pizzaplex doors, and then we were on that hill. But Roxy dragged me back and then I was in some kind of.. mirror maze? It was on fire, and I had to get low to the ground."

Vanessa listens intently. "But Monty started crawling after me, and he got my leg. Then they all started... Um. And then I saw that other rabbit in the mirror right before I woke up."

They both freeze.

"I don't know, the locations didn't make that much sense. But I could see every single detail of the characters. I could feel everything." His voice shakes, right before tears start to form.

Vanessa felt a pang in her heart. She had no idea whether to comfort him or let him come to that decision himself.

"...Could you stay in here for the night? Like, bring an extra mattress maybe.." he trailed off, wiping his eyes.

"Uh- of course. Yeah, I have a sleeping bag somewhere." she takes off to the hallway closet, leaving Gregory to sit and wait.

He stares into the corner of the room. Into the shadows. Something looks like it's there, but his brain knows it's nothing.

With nothing to do with his hands, he hugs one of his pillows. I wish Freddy didn't weigh a million pounds. He glances at the Glamrock Freddy plush sitting on the floor.

Gregory sighs, leaning over to grab it and fitting it into his arms.

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"Is this good now?" Vanessa asks, sitting up in her sleeping bag and attempting to read Gregory's face in the darkness. He nods, seemingly content and burrowing back into his blanket.

Vanessa smiles and makes herself comfortable.

"Tomorrow I could go out shopping for your room, if you want." She stares up at the ceiling, envisioning where she would go. "Maybe some glow in the dark stars? My ceiling was full of 'em when I was younger."

Gregory made a sound that seemed like "mhm." He sounded ready to fall asleep right there and then. Vanessa wondered if her being here made him feel more safe.

"Night, Nessa." he mumbled

"Night, Greg."

[rainisawriter]

Sick for You (Ryu) {Sicktember 2023}

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Genre: Fluff, slice of life, angst, comfort, domestic, comedy, romance

Word Count: 8,564

Pairing: First Person x Ryu

World: The Rampage

A/N: Okay, let me say that this is 100 million percent self-indulgent because I am a certified Ryu simp. I would die for this man, okay. This also took like a week to write lmao and it was written for @sicktember 2023. I wasn’t originally gonna do anything for this because of Flufftober but then this idea hit me like a freight train c: Also shout out to Kels (@babyboybinbin), Dia (@sieunkinnie) and Sweet (@xsweetelegantdisasterx) for letting me abuse them in this fic~ I regret nothing ò.ó)

Prompts (in order): #11 -Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick / #18 – “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.” / #4 – Hiding An Illness / Alt #3 – Pounding Headache / #23 – Coughing Fit / #16 – Consulting the Internet/Web MD / #19 – Curled Up With A Pet / #8 – Persistent Fever / Alt #4 – Forehead Kisses / #12 – Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale / #21 – “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.” / #24 – “Did you just sneeze?” / #3 – “What happened to your phenomenal immune system?” / Alt #1 – “I could really use a hug right about now.”

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Light streamed through the curtains, landing conveniently across my eyes and bringing me from my sleep. I looked at the clock through blurry eyes, realizing that I needed to get up soon for work but I really didn’t want to. My bed was so comfy and the body wrapped around my own was warm. Why would I ever want to –

Wait a damn minute… I blinked dumbly at the wall for a moment. Why is there a body in my bed? I turned slowly so as not to disturb them, a smile instantly coming to my face when I realized who it was.

Ryu was sleeping peacefully behind me, strands of hair falling across his face. He was already a gorgeous man but he looked like a damn angel when he was sleeping so peacefully. I slowly reached forward, tucking the hair behind his ear. He stirred, gorgeous brown eyes meeting mine.

“Morning,” he mumbled, stretching out his long body.

“When did you get here?” I wondered, propping my cheek up against my hand. “I thought you were on tour for another three days.”

“We had to end it early because of the bad weather.”

“You shoulda woke me up.”

He hummed, fingers curling around the hem of my shirt. “You looked too cute. I didn’t want to bother you.”

I ignore the fluttering of my heart and the warming of my cheeks, leaning down to claim his lips. “Babe, you could never bother me.”

He gave me a goofy grin, eyes lighting up. “You have to be at work soon, right?”

All thoughts of work had gone out the window when I realized he was in bed with me. I rarely got to see him because of his hectic schedule and there was no way I was going to work. 

I forced myself up, grabbing my phone off the bedside table and bringing up Google. Ryu propped himself up on his elbow, looking curiously at my phone screen.

His brow furrowed as he read the words of the article I had clicked on. “‘A beginners guide to faking sick.’ You’re gonna lie to your boss?”

“No… I’m just gonna bend the truth a little,” I defended, trying to ignore the stern look he sent me. “Is it so wrong to want to spend time with my beautiful boyfriend, hm?”

He fought back against the smile trying to overtake his lips, still trying to appear stern but I knew I had broken him. It was my special ability at this point. “Fine, but you have to make it up to him later, okay?”

“I’ll bring him donuts or something.”

Ryu laughed, shaking his head before climbing over me to get off the bed. He started to leave the room but paused as if unsure. “Do you want me to make you breakfast?”

I wasn’t sure why, but he was always cautious when it came to cooking. It’s like he wants to, but he just doesn’t have the confidence in himself which breaks my heart. I offered him a playful grin. “Well, the last time I cooked something that wasn’t instant ramen, I set the kitchen on fire, so…”

He paled as the memory came flooding back to him. “Ah… I’ll cook, then.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” I followed him into the tiny kitchen, settling down at the table with my phone. “I love your cooking. Your food always tastes so good.”

“Really?” He glanced at me with a shy smile and I nodded.

“Yes, really. If I could cook like you, I wouldn’t be a Fire hazard.”

He laughed, pulling the eggs out of the fridge. “Just don’t attempt it when I’m not here, okay?”

“Okay~” I promised, pulling up my boss’s contact. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat as I pressed it to my ear. I hoped it would go to his voice-mail, but no such luck. 

“Hello? Takanori speaking.“

“Hey, boss.” I tried to lower my voice and sound as if I was dying, but judging from the look Ryu was giving me, it wasn’t working as intended. “I, uh… I can’t come in… today…”

“Oh? Are you okay? You sound terrible.“

“Yeah, I -” I faked a few coughs and Ryu sent me another stern look, clearly not approving of the lie. “- I’m not feeling too hot.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Get some rest and –“

There was a sudden loud clang from the kitchen. Ryu had dropped the metal spatula on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ he mouthed, sending me an apologetic and guilty look.

My boss called out my name, sounding worried. “What was that noise? Is everything okay?“

“Yeah!” I replied quickly, forgetting my tone change which I quickly fixed. “Yeah, sorry. I… I dropped my cup…”

“You should be in bed,” he scolded softly. “Don’t worry about anything. I can get Dia to cover your shift.“

“Thanks, boss.”

“Take care.”

I hung up the phone, releasing a relieved sigh as I sat back in my chair. “Man, acting is hard. I don’t know how you do it.”

“A lot of practice,” he hummed, breaking the eggs into a bowl. 

I watched him for a moment, admiring how careful he was with each action. “What should we do today? A new store opened up a few blocks away. Looks interesting from the outside.”

“Is that a smart idea? What if your boss sees you?”

“He works in an office building on the other side of town and he’s a workaholic so he stays way later than everyone else. The chance of him seeing me is,” I formed a circle with my hand. “Zero percent.”

“Famous last words,” he teased.

“For you,” I came up behind him, arms around his waist and face buried in the back of his shirt. “It’s worth the risk.”

His hand found mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was something he did to show thanks when words failed him.

After breakfast, we started to get ready to head out.

Ryu checked his phone before glancing at me. “It’s supposed to rain and the temperature is going to drop. Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.”

“Don’t worry so much, you know I love the cold,” I replied, shoving my feet into my boots.

“Loving the cold doesn’t make you immune to it.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” I held my hand out to him with a reassuring smile and he reluctantly took it, his hand easily dwarfing my own. “Besides, I’ve got you to keep me warm.”

He quickly turned his head but not before I noticed his blush, bringing a grin to my lips. He tugged me out of the apartment, the chilly autumn air nipping at my exposed skin. The sky was covered with gray clouds,  thunder rolling softly in the distance. 

He glanced up and hummed thoughtfully. “We should buy an umbrella first.”

“The convenience store on the corner sells them, I think.” I tugged him in that direction, feeling in high spirits. How could I not be? The love of my life was home, it was nearly October, it was cold out and it was probably going to rain. It was a recipe for pure joy.

The store had an entire rack of umbrellas for sale, including a blue one with lamas printed on it and a teal one with cats printed on it. It took me an embarrassingly long time to choose one while Ryu waited patiently, standing behind me with his arms around my waist and chin on top of my head. It was an easy feat given our height difference.

“If you want, you can buy both,” suggested Ryu softly.

I considered it for a moment. “They’re overpriced already and I don’t need two.”

Ryu chuckled, picking them both up and heading to the front despite my protests. He didn’t hesitate to pay for them both, again, ignoring my protests. I sent him a disapproving look when he held them out to me.

“Don’t be mad,” he pouted. “I like buying things for you. It makes me happy.”

Well, I can’t argue with that. His happiness is my happiness. I clicked my tongue, taking the umbrellas from him. “Thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

“Of course. Should we check out that new store now?”

“Yes, let’s go~!” I grabbed his hand and dragged him from the store, prompting a laugh from him.

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I stifled a yawn, rubbing the back of my neck. We had been out for hours, mostly just walking around and enjoying each other’s company. The shop hadn’t been anything special, though Ryu did find a jacket that he liked.

He threw his arm around my shoulders, rubbing up and down my arm. “Should we head home?”

“Yeah. We can watch a movie if you want.”

“I’d like that. You can choose.”

“Oh?” I sent him a grin and he frowned.

“Am I going to regret that decision?”

“We are so watching The Worst.”

A faint tint came to his cheeks. “We’ve already seen it a hundred times.”

“And I wanna see it a hundred more because my baby is in it and he’s incredibly talented.” I smiled warmly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned down to make it easier, his warm hand covering my own. “You’re an amazing actor, you know? And an amazing dancer. And a genuinely amazing person in general.”

He shifted nervously, glancing away. 

I knew complimenting him made him feel shy and nervous, but it felt important to me. I needed him to know how important he is, how special. Maybe that makes me selfish, I don’t know. 

I pulled back, releasing my grip on him. “Come on, let’s get home before -“

As if sensing my thoughts, the sky opened up with a loud roar of thunder. Sheets of rain fell on top of us, causing the others on the street to cry out and rush for cover. Ryu grabbed my hand, pulling me under the cover of a nearby Cafe. As badly as I wanted to enjoy the rain, I was more concerned about him. It would be bad if he got sick and couldn’t rejoin the other Rampage members.

“We should get home so you can change,” I murmured, frowning at the water that clung to his hair. I opened the cat umbrella, making sure to hold it high enough so it wasn’t resting against the top of his head.

“You need to change, too,” he pointed out, putting his arm around my shoulder and tugging me against his side to ensure that the umbrella covered us both. The wind picked up, sending a chill down my spine. It took everything I had not to shiver simply because I didn’t want to worry him.

The apartment was chilly, providing little warmth.

“Hurry and get changed,” said Ryu as he shrugged off his jacket.

“You first.”

He sent me a pointed look which I returned. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Ryutaro. Think about the other members if you get sick.” I folded my arms over my chest, watching as he bit his lip. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be quick.” He pecked my cheek before rushing into the bedroom. Kazu came rushing out when he opened the door, easily slipping through his legs before rushing over to me.

I clicked my tongue, kneeling in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were in the room.”

He stared at me with his large blue eyes, tail swishing back and forth in annoyance.

“Will a treat make it up to you?”

Mrow~

I chuckled, patting the feline on the head before standing up to enter the kitchen, him hot on my heels. He hopped up onto the chair, waiting patiently as I searched for the treats. Where the hell are they? I tugged open the cabinet, spying them on the top shelf.

Well, shit. I stood on my tiptoes, reaching up but only the tips of my fingers brushed against the plastic container. I tried pushing it closer to the edge but I think I just pushed it farther away.

A chest pressed against my back, his hand appearing beside my own and easily reaching the container. “I’ll feed Kazu. Go get changed.” He pressed another kiss to my cheek before approaching the annoyed feline.

I smiled at him before doing as I was told, changing into a t-shirt, a rampage hoodie, and some pajama pants with little ghosts printed on them. I felt much warmer now, but there was a tickle at the back of my brain. I couldn’t describe it, I just knew I didn’t feel quite as energetic as I had this morning. Then again, it was a long day.

Ryu was sitting on the couch waiting for me, Kazu curled up beside him as he gently brushed his fingers over the feline’s white fur. I settled down on his other side, seeing the movie already pulled up and ready to play. He pulled me against his body, arms wrapped protectively around me.

With a smile, I pressed play on the remote before letting myself melt against him, chest filled with warmth and love.

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Over the next couple of days, I started to feel worse and worse. My body felt heavy as if it were made of lead, someone seemed to be endlessly pounding on my skull with a hammer and I barely had the energy to live. Even so, I knew I had to hide it from Ryu because he’s the type who would drop everything for his loved ones.

I refuse to be the reason behind him getting into trouble or, worse, getting fired and losing his dreams. It was hard as hell to pretend to be okay, but I managed by pretending it was a video game. Besides, he leaves tomorrow morning so I can die in peace without disturbing him so long as I make it through the night.

The smell of paella filled the apartment and I swallowed hard, hit by a wave of nausea. Not that it smelled bad or anything, but in my weakened state, I simply wasn’t hungry and I couldn’t trust myself not to throw up if I actually ate something. If that were to happen, Ryu would blame himself for messing it up and I didn’t want that.

On the other hand, telling him I didn’t want to eat would probably make him feel self-conscious and sad. He put in the effort to cook for us despite not having a lot of confidence in doing so, I couldn’t just crush him like that.

I brought my knees to my chest, groaning softly into my knees. Kazu was staring at me from the recliner. I don’t know if he understood my predicament but it felt as if he was judging me for my choices, the little shit. He reminds me of someone else who just so happens to share the same name.

Ryu’s feet padded softly across the wooden floor as he appeared beside the couch. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want me to make you a plate?”

I took a slow, deep breath. ‘Come on, get your shit together. Do it for him.’ Lifting my head, I gave him an apologetic smile. “Actually… I think I might skip dinner tonight.”

He sat beside me with a frown, brow furrowed in worry. “Why? What’s wrong?”

My stomach lurched, a sharp pain shooting through my skull simultaneously and I nearly cursed aloud at my body for conspiring against me. I wrapped my arms tightly around my stomach to try and ease some of the pain I felt. “I’m about to start my period so my stomach is a bit… wonky at the moment.”

“Already? You’re not due to start for another week.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew that because he was always on top of things like that, always trying to ensure I was comfortable and prepared each month, even when he was away. “Uh… better early than late?”

His face burned at the comment and he brought the back of his hand up to cover it. “Go get some rest.”

“I’m sorry, Ryu.”

“For what?”

“You cooked for nothing… I should have said something sooner.”

“It’s okay,” he replied softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You can eat it when you’re feeling better.”

I wanted to kiss him so badly for being such a sweetheart but I didn’t want him to get sick so I settled for a thankful smile. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course.”

I waited for him to disappear back into the kitchen before standing up and hobbling my way back to the bedroom, holding onto the wall for support. The room was spinning by the time I made it to bed and I was all too happy to fall face-first onto it, the pillow muffling my groan.

Despite feeling exhausted, I just couldn’t fall asleep. My head was hurting too bad, the painkillers not even touching it. For two hours, I lay there staring at the wall, trying to will myself to succumb to the darkness of sleep but my body refused to obey. When Ryu finally joined me, I pretended I was asleep, urging myself not to move as he slid in behind me, arms wrapped protectively around my body.

I guess that was the missing link because the last thing I remember was him kissing me on the cheek and whispering, I love you, something that he rarely said out loud. 

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I startled awake as a coughing fit grasped me tightly, forcing me to sit up. The room was bright with Ryu nowhere to be found. I glanced at the clock and cursed, realizing that he had already left. I was already late for work, too.

As badly as I wanted to just bail and call in sick again, I knew I couldn’t. This was my karma for lying about being sick in the first place, I knew. With a groan, I threw the covers off of me and immediately started to shiver as the cool air wrapped around me. My head still hurt, my nose stuffy and the room spun when I tried to stand up.

“Shit,” I muttered, sitting back down and squeezing my eyes shut. I waited for my head to stop swimming before standing up again, walking slowly so I didn’t fall. Kazu followed close behind, his big eyes not leaving me once. At least he didn’t seem to be judging me this time. If anything, he looked worried. 

“I’m fine,” I told him, though my voice was hoarse and my throat scratchy. He flicked his ear, eyes narrowing. “Don’t give me that look. I’ll never give you treats again, you little -” My threat was interrupted by a coughing fit, my throat burning.

It took longer than I’d like to admit to get ready for work and, if I’m being completely honest, I don’t remember how I got to work. It felt like I blacked out and when I came to, I was sitting at my desk with a sheet of paper in one hand and a pen in the other.

I felt a familiar tickle at my nose and I scrunched it up on instinct, only making it worse. I tried to hold it back but a loud sneeze ripped from my body, sending the stack of papers flying off the desk. I groaned at the throbbing in my skull, eyes half-lidded. 

“Are you okay?” A hand rested on my shoulder and I slowly lifted my head, seeing my boss frown. “Geez, you look like death.”

“Am okay, boss,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. I started to get up to retrieve the papers when the world started to spin violently around me.

“Woah!” He threw his arm out to steady me, slowly lowering me back into my seat. The back of his hand rested against my forehead, his frown deepening. “You’re burning up… wait here a minute, okay?”

I didn’t have the energy to reply, my body slumping forward onto the desk with a groan. Why does everything hurt so bad? Am I dying right now?

“As you can see, she’s not doing so well,” stated my boss as he adjusted his glasses, returning to my side. “Can you take her home? I’ll pay for the Uber.”

“Of course, boss,” replied Dia. “Leave it to me.”

“I’ll call them, then.”

As soon as the car arrived, Dia helped me down to the first floor, allowing me to lean against her even at the risk of catching my cold. At least, I think it’s a cold. Maybe it’s the flu, I don’t know. Either way, she was selfless and I loved her for it.

There was a car parked in front of the building, tinted windows making it impossible to see. I could hear K-pop music blaring from within and I dreaded getting inside with my head hurting as badly as it was.

Dia knocked on the passenger window and it slowly slid down, the driver leaning toward it. She was wearing a strange pink thing on her head, the fabric secured beneath her chin with velcro. On the top was something resembling a tentacle, though it was different. I felt as if I knew what it was, but my feverish brain couldn’t quite place it.

She tilted her head down to peer at us over her sunglasses, yelling to be heard over the loud music pumping through the car. “You Dia?”

“I can’t hear you!” She yelled back.

Shaking her head, the driver flicked the volume dial and repeated the question. 

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Cool, I’m Kelso. Hop in and let’s go for a ride,” she grinned, rubbing her hands together like some kind of anime villain.

Dia sent me a concerned look as she helped me into the backseat, though I wasn’t sure if it was because of my illness or because our driver might be certifiably insane. The cold air of the ac felt good against my heated skin and I sighed softly, resting my head against the glass.

The car was quiet at first, broken only by the soft music playing in the background.

“Hey, you know sharks don’t have any bones?”

“I – huh?” Dia looked at the woman, startled. 

“Yeah and don’t say their teeth, either, because that shit is calcium, not bone.”

“Sure…”

The song changed and Dia gasped. “Oh my god, I love Pentagon!”

“Really? Me too!” She grinned, turning in her seat so that she was half-facing us while still driving down the road. “Who’s your favorite member?”

Dia didn’t seem to notice that our driver was no longer looking at the road despite driving at such a high speed. “I love Jinho.”

“My bias is Wooseok.”

My wide eyes stared forward as cars and buildings zoomed past us. My heart was racing in my chest, and my head seeming to throb in tandem with it. I looked at Dia in horror, trying to get her attention but my voice seemed to have left me. When I turned back to the front, there was a woman relaxing on the hood, not seeming the least bit bothered by the high speed at which we were traveling.

She slowly turned her head, smiling warmly at me when our eyes met, but it quickly fell into a worried frown. “You don’t look so good, hun.” Despite being on the outside of the vehicle, it sounded as if she was talking from right in front of me.

“I…” My voice was scratchy and I ended up coughing a few times before I could speak again. “I think I’m dying…”

She chuckled softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re not dying. Not yet, anyway.”

“How are you on the hood of the car? How haven’t we crashed yet?” I glanced at Dia to find her still chatting animatedly with Kelso, but they weren’t making a sound. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button on them. “I’m so confused,” I groaned, resting my face in my hands. All I wanted was to be back in Ryu’s arms, but he would be gone for a while.

My heart clenched painfully at the thought, tears stinging at my eyes.

“Don’t cry,” said the woman, her voice soft and comforting. “Everything will be alright, I promise.”

Maybe she was right, but at that moment, it felt like everything was collapsing in on me. 

“Rest,” she ordered.

Warmth spread throughout my body, my eyes growing heavy. I shook my head, trying to keep them open but I wasn’t strong enough. Before I knew it, darkness had claimed me.

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I tugged the comforter tighter around my body, feeling as if I was freezing. It wasn’t even cold outside and the AC certainly wasn’t on, yet my body refused to warm up. What in the world is happening to me? I rarely get sick and it usually knocks me on my ass when I finally do but shit. It feels as if I’ve been sick for weeks, though I know it’s only been a few days.

I wasn’t feeling quite as bad as I had been yesterday, so that’s an improvement, I guess. I felt exhausted and barely got two hours of sleep last night, yet sleep seemed to be running away from me.

With a sigh, I rolled over so I could grab my phone off the bedside table. I was hoping to have a message from Ryu to lift my spirits, but he still hadn’t replied to my last message. I knew he was busy but, already feeling so shitty, it hit me harder than it should have.

I pulled up Google, contemplating my next action for a moment before deciding to search for my symptoms. If I knew exactly what I had whether that be the cold, the flu, or something else entirely, then I could take the proper medication and finally recover from this shit. Regular cold meds and painkillers don’t seem to be cutting it.

After inputting all of my symptoms and the time frame into Google, I skimmed through most of the results because my head was still hurting and my vision slightly blurry, but most of the links I clicked all said the same shit – you’re probably going to die.

No fucking shit. Were all gonna die eventually. I groaned in frustration, throwing my phone onto the bedside table. As if disturbed by the sudden noise, Kazu came running into the room, tail straight up in alert.

“I’m still alive,” I grunted. “Barely.”

“Mrow~” He jumped up onto the bed, looking at me expectantly. 

“What?”

“Mrow~“

“I don’t speak cat.”

He blinked at me and I blinked back. After staring at each other for several minutes, he hopped up onto the bed, flopping down against my side. I slowly turned, throwing my arms around him in an attempt to cuddle. I figured he was going to run away because Ryu was the only one who could get away with cuddling him.

He didn’t, though, allowing me to hold him against my chest. I buried my face in his soft fur, wishing that I would stop feeling like the damn walking dead. More than anything, I wished Ryu was here. Maybe I was being clingy but I missed him something terrible, my heart aching.

I heard the front door open, Kazu’s ear flicking to indicate that he heard it, too. Dia appeared at the door of my bedroom a minute later. “Morning. Feeling any better?”

“If by better you mean death then yes.”

She frowned, touching my forehead with her hand. “That fever is being really persistent… I think you should go to the doctor.”

“Doctors are expensive,” I muttered. 

“You’re dating a celebrity, I think you can afford to see a doctor when you’re sick.”

I shook my head, frowning at her. “It’s his money, not mine.”

“You’re supposed to share things in a relationship.”

“Don’t care. I refuse to use his money. Besides, if I ignore it long enough, it’ll give up and go away.”

She sighed deeply, bringing her hand to her face. “Are you hungry?”

My stomach twisted painfully at the thought of food, my nose wrinkling. “No.”

“You have to eat if you want to get better, you know.”

“I ate last night.”

“Half a slice of bed is hardly nutritious.”

“I’m fine, mom.”

“I’m just worried about you,” she frowned. “Have you even told Ryu-san?”

“Of course not!” I replied quickly, scowling at her. “And I’m not going to. As far as he’s concerned, this never happened.”

“Don’t you think he’d want to know?” 

“Of course, he would, but I know him. He’ll obsess over it and worry himself into the ground. He needs to focus on his group, not me. There’s nothing he can do for me so there’s no point telling him.”

She clearly didn’t agree, making me narrow my eyes at her.

“If you tell him, I will steal all your K-pop albums and sell them for one penny outside of Seiyu!”

She gasped dramatically, hands coming up to cover her mouth. “You wouldn’t dare…”

“Try me.”

“Fine,” Dia huffed, putting her hand on her hip. “Do you need anything before I head to work?”

“Can you get me a Dr. Pepper from the fridge?”

Without a word, she left the room, returning a minute later with a bottle of water.

“That’s not Dr. Pepper,” I scowled.

“You shouldn’t be drinking soda while you’re sick. Drink water so you hydrate, not diedrate.”

I scoffed in annoyance, knowing she was right but refusing to admit it.

She set the bottle on the nightstand, giving me a smile. “I’m off, then. Call me if you need me and get some rest. Don’t do anything stupid.”

I watched as she disappeared from the room, listening to the sound of her footsteps fading as she headed for the door. The hinges squeaked when she opened it, squeaking again when she closed it.

I don’t want to rest, I’ve been doing nothing but resting for ages and I’m starting to go stir crazy. I pressed a kiss to the top of Kazu’s head before slowly crawling out of bed, taking a moment to regain my sense of balance. “Kazu, don’t tell Dia.”

He tilted his head back, staring at me with narrowed eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to say he disapproved of my actions or if he just didn’t give enough fucks to tell her even if he could talk.

After making sure Kazu had food in his bowl, I grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and curled up on the couch to watch some Netflix. I hoped it would distract me from everything or ease my stir craziness, at the very least. Kazu hopped up into the recliner, crossing one paw over the other before resting his head atop them, large blue eyes staring straight at me.

It was only slightly unnerving.

“I’m not just gonna, like, keel over and die ya know,” I scowled at him, earning just a blink in reply. I really wanted to watch The Worst again, but I knew it would only make me long for Ryu more so I chose a funny movie instead. Thank god Deadpool is available in Japan. It’s easily one of my comfort movies and I love Ryan Reynolds so much.

Man, I’d kill to be able to eat some popcorn right now, but the thought of it had my stomach doing painful flips. I scowled, patting my belly. “Relax, ho. I’m not gonna feed you so chill out.”

About halfway through the movie, I felt my eyelids growing heavier but I fought to stay awake. I was tired of sleeping, I just wanted to watch Deadpool and laugh my troubles away! I slapped my cheeks, shaking my head to try and wake myself up and it worked… for about twenty minutes.

Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a few minutes, it’ll help. Yeah, that’s right. I’m just… resting my eyes…

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The feeling of being lifted startled me awake, my eyes snapping open and my limbs flailing in panic.

“Calm down, it’s just me.”

I blinked dumbly, slowly lifting my gaze to meet Ryu’s. “You’re not supposed to be here… am I hallucinating again?”

“Again?” He frowned at me, his jaw tense. He didn’t say another word as he carried me to the bedroom, setting me gently down on the bed. “Do not get out of this bed.”

I frowned at him, not used to hearing him sound or look so annoyed. My eyes followed him until he was out of sight and I heard the front door open and close loudly, making me wince. Ryu was always so patient and kind, even when someone was trying to rile him up. He playfully gets mad with his members, but it’s nothing serious.

Seeing him act this way now… I knew I had fucked up royally. Tears stung at my eyes but I blinked them back, sniffling loudly as I reached for a tissue to blow my nose. God, I bet I look like an absolute mess.

I’ve always been self-conscious around him because he’s just so beautiful and I know I don’t deserve him, but my insecurities have, for the most part, stayed hidden in a dark corner of my mind. He made me feel loved and accepted, seeming to crush those negative thoughts every time they tried to crawl out into the light.

Now, though, I was completely overwhelmed. My body was at its limit and it was affecting my mind, as well. I felt weak and pathetic, like a burden on Ryu who had raced home to help me because I couldn’t help myself. Was he going to get into trouble for this? Would he lose his spot on The Rampage? 

He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest and jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you -“

“Bother me?” He echoed in disbelief. “Do you even consider me your boyfriend?”

“What? Of course, I -“

“You never tell me anything. You’re always hiding your feelings, hiding when you’re sick. Don’t you trust me?” He shook his head, brow furrowed in frustration. “Do you not want to be with me?”

The question was enough to finally break me and send tears rolling down my cheeks. He looked at me with a startled expression, body tense as he pushed away from the doorframe.

I quickly rolled over to face the wall, biting my lip to try and muffle my sobs. I tried so hard to stop crying but, as always, my body refused to obey.

The side of the bed dipped, his warm hand on my back. “Please don’t cry… I’m sorry.”

I was the one who fucked up but he is apologizing? Goddamn it.

“Hey,” he called softly, trying to roll me over to face him but I refused, shaking my head. Instead of forcing me, he slid in behind me until his warm chest was against my back, arms wrapped protectively around me. “It’s okay, darling. I’m right here.”

His words only made me cry harder, fists clenching around the sheets. I was a fucking mess and I hated showing this side of myself to him. He was patient with me, though, whispering comforting words to me and rubbing my arm to try and calm me down. It took a while, but I guess I finally ran out of tears.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and throat sore. My eyes felt puffy and there was a wet spot on my pillow from all the tears I had shed. “I… I should have told you, I just… I don’t want to, to ruin your career…”

“That won’t happen,” he assured me, trying to roll me toward him again. This time, I allowed it, not having the strength to fight back. His brown eyes met mine, swimming with love and warmth. He cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away the remnants of my tears. “I thought my heart stopped when Dia called me.”

“I told her not to,” I muttered, focusing my eyes on his necklace, unable to hold his gaze.

“I’m glad she did. You’ve been suffering alone for days,” he frowned, reaching down to press a kiss to my forehead. “You still have a fever.”

I pushed at his chest while simultaneously trying to sink into the mattress. “You’re going to get sick!”

He chuckled, taking my hand and pressing it over his heart. The steady beat was comforting. “I’m not leaving your side until you’re better.”

“But The Rampage -“

“Sends there get well soon wishes. I can’t promise Likiya-san and Zin-san won’t scold you when they see you next,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to my forehead before standing up. He started to leave the room but paused, sending me a stern look. “Don’t you dare move.”

While he was gone, I sat up to grab some tissues to wipe away my tears and blow my nose in an attempt to look a little less like a bog witch. I doubt it helped much, but he didn’t seem to care as he returned with my favorite Halloween mug, steam rising from it.

Ryu sat on the side of the bed, careful not to spill it. “Drink this, it’ll help.”

I tried to sniff the air but I couldn’t smell anything. I eyed it wearily. “What is it?”

“Ginger tea. My lola used to make it for me every time I got sick. She swears by it so she made sure to teach me how to make it.”

I was a picky eater, so trying new things always made me feel weary.  I trust Ryu, though, so I took the mug from him and gave it a careful sip. It filled my body with warmth, tasting slightly spicy. Not like chili pepper spicy but more like… herbal spicy.

“It’s good,” I murmured, closing my eyes as I drank more of it. My throat was already beginning to feel less scratchy and sore.

“I’m guessing you haven’t eaten, either?”

“Define eaten.”

He held back a sigh, running a hand through his hair to compose himself. “I’ll make you some Lugaw.”

“Lu what now?”

“Lugaw,” he repeated with a chuckle. “My lola always told me that it has healing properties and it always made me feel better as a kid. I… don’t know if I can make it correctly, but I’m going to try.”

“I bet it’s going to taste amazing,” I assured him, reaching out for his hand. “You’ll put Gordon Ramsay to shame.”

His cheeks tinted, a goofy smile on his lips, and his eyes lighting up. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”

When he stood up, I tried to follow only for him to click his tongue.

“No, you need to rest.”

“I’ve done nothing but rest,” I scowled. “I want to watch you cook. It calms me.”

He seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding and holding out his hand to help me up. His arm remained around my body as we headed to the kitchen and he didn’t leave my side until I was safely on the chair. Watching him truly did make me feel calm, along with the beverage that I was drinking. 

I felt a tiny bit better already. Maybe his grandma is really onto something with these home remedies. “How long are you staying?”

He hummed as he cut up more ginger. “I told you, I’m not leaving until you get better.”

“And I told you, the longer you’re around me, the higher the risk of you getting sick. You’re already missing work because of me. If you get sick, you’ll miss even more. What if they fire you?”

“I promise you, that’s not going to happen.” Ryu sent me a reassuring smile but I didn’t feel very reassured at all. “Our managers were very understanding when I told them.”

I slid down in my chair, setting the empty cup on the table. “You could still get sick and spread it to the other members.”

“I won’t get sick.”

“How can you be sure of that?”

“Because I have a phenomenal immune system,” he grinned, making me scoff. 

“What was that you said to me? ‘Famous last words,’ was it?”

“Except I’m not going outside in the winter without a coat only to be caught in the rain.”

I opened my mouth to reply only to scowl, realizing he was right. “Wipe that grin off your face, Ata Ryutaro.”

“Yes, darling,” he chuckled, returning to the task at hand. 

I tried to ignore the fluttering in my chest and the warmth at the tips of my ears when he called me that. I adored it when he called me darling, but it wasn’t something he said often, especially not in public. 

I couldn’t find the smile that came to my lips. I truly was the luckiest human on earth. “Hey, Ryu?”

“Yes?” He paused what he was doing to look at me. “Do you want some more tea?”

I shook my head. “I just wanted to thank you. You really are an amazing boyfriend.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he mumbled, hiding his face from me.

“I love you.”

His eyes met mine, filled with love and warmth. “I love you, too.”

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I stretched my arms over my head, smiling as I breathed in the fresh air of the morning. After a couple of days under Ryu’s care, I was nearly back to my old self, though my body was still a bit achy. At least I could breathe properly now and the room didn’t spin when I got up too quickly. 

The time spent with him was a nice bonus, too. I never wanted this to end, but I knew he had to be getting back to work. With one last look at the cloudy sky, I headed back inside to wake up Ryu. Just as I reached the door, I heard a sneeze from the other side followed by a soft groan. 

I pushed the door open with a frown, taking in the appearance of my boyfriend. He still looked tired, his brown eyes lacking their usual luster. He seemed pale, too. “Babe, you okay?”

He smiled at me but it was obviously forced. “I’m fine.”

“You just sneezed.”

He seemed embarrassed that I had heard him. Before he could reply, though, another sneeze ripped from him, followed by a groan as he clutched his head. Rather than deny the obvious, he just pouted at me.

I hummed, approaching the bed so I could take his face between my hands. I could feel how warm he was before my forehead even met his. “You’ve got a fever.”

His fingers curled around my wrist, lips brushing against my own when he spoke. “I think I caught your flu…”

“Yeah? What happened to that phenomenal immune system of yours, hm?” I teased softly, brushing the hair from his face.

“You’re really going to tease me when I feel this bad?”

“Sorry, baby,” I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips. When I tried to pull away, he chased me with a whine. I chuckled, knowing how clingy and whiny he could get when he was sick. “Well, on the bright side, I get to return the favor and nurse you back to health.”

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled as he laid back down. “Will you stay with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask.” I slid in next to him and he slotted his body against mine, face buried in my neck as his limbs wrapped around me. I hummed softly, running my hands through his hair until his breathing evened out.

Maybe this makes me a bad person, but… I’m kind of happy that he caught my flu. God, I sound like such a bitch thinking that way, especially since I knew he was going to be feeling miserable, but I do love being able to take care of him. Despite being younger than me, he’s always been the caretaker in the relationship, going out of his way to accommodate me and my needs. It feels nice to be able to take care of him for a change, to have him rely on me.

His phone vibrated on the bedside table and I cursed softly, reaching my arm behind me to try and grab it. It was not comfortable at all but his limbs were like chains around my body, holding me in place so I couldn’t really move. I’m not entirely sure how I did it, but I managed to grab a hold of his phone, answering it without much thought so it wouldn’t wake him up.

“Hello?” I spoke softly, not wanting to disturb his sleep.

Zin said my name in surprise. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling great, actually. Ryu is a really good nurse.”

“That’s good to hear. Why are you whispering, though?”

“He’s asleep and I don’t want to wake him up.”

There was a moment of silence and then a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “He’s sick, isn’t he?”

“Um… kind of?” I replied sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, Zin-san. I tried to get him to leave but you know how stubborn he is…”

Zin chuckled. “Yeah, I know. No need to apologize.”

There was muffled talking in the background before the phone shifted to Likiya. “Hey, little one. You feeling better?”

“I’m doing great, Likiya-chan, but Ryu caught my flu, I think.”

“I figured he would,” he replied with a laugh. “Listen, we’ll be there soon but don’t tell Ryu.”

“Eh?” I replied louder than intended, making Ryu mumble and squeeze himself closer to me. “You’re coming here? What for?”

“We wanted to check on you and cheer you up, but I suppose we’ll be doing that for Ryu now.”

“But all of you are going to get sick, too,” I frowned.

“Don’t worry about us, little one, just worry about taking care of our Ryu. See you soon.”

I blinked dumbly as the sound of the dial tone filled my ear. Do these boys have no self-preservation at all? They’re skipping work to come here and risking getting sick in the process, thus keeping them out of work even longer. I sighed deeply, setting the phone down on the bed.

Something tells me this isn’t going to end well. The Rampage is known for having only one brain cell combined and stuffing them all into our small apartment with a sick Ryu and an introverted Kazu? What the hell could possibly go wrong?

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I stepped outside, hands stuffed into the pocket of Ryu’s hoodie as I glanced around. Likiya had messaged me a few minutes ago saying that they were about ten minutes away from the apartment so I figured I’d come out and meet them. A few of my neighbors aren’t very fond of strangers in the building and these guys would no doubt be loud on their way up. I also didn’t have much faith that they wouldn’t go to the wrong apartment despite knowing where we lived.

A familiar-looking black car pulled up to the curb and Dia stepped out of the back, looking annoyed. The driver was Kelso again and she, too, looked annoyed as she jumped out of the car, eyes narrowed at Dia. She was still wearing that ridiculous hat which I now realized was Buu from the Dragonball series.

“Go away!” Dia scowled, folding her arms over her chest. “I already told you, I’m not buying your fake CDs!”

“How dare you! They’re not fake, they’re economic,” defended Kelso with a huff.

“They’re fake and you should be in jail!”

“Jokes on you, I was just released from jail!”

I watched the two of them argue back and forth, unsure of how to proceed. Do I try to break it up? That sounded like more effort than I was willing to spare, especially since I needed to be at full battery to deal with the storm that is the Rampage.

Speak of the devil…

Two tan vans pulled up to the curb behind the black car. The sliding door on the first van opened up before it even came to a stop, Shohei jumped out of the vehicle with a grin as he cried out my name. I had no time to prepare myself before his body barreled into my own, arms so tight around me that it knocked the air from my lungs.

“Nee-chan~” he sang with a grin. “I missed you~”

Likiya rushed over with a scowl. “Put her down, Shohei! She just recovered from being really sick!”

He pouted at being scolded before doing as he was told, putting me back on the ground.

I sucked in some air, resisting the urge to cough as I patted his shoulder. “Good to see you, too, Sho-chan.”

“How are you?” asked Likiya softly, holding out his arms for a hug. It was much softer than the one Shohei had given.

“I’m doing well. Wish I could say the same for Ryu.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be better in no time,” he reassured me, giving me a gentle squeeze before pulling away.

I realized the arguing had stopped and I glanced over at the two women, both of whom were staring at the men with wide eyes. Dia’s eyes were trained on Makoto while Kelso’s were trained on Takuma. The scene behind them changed to pink, sparkles and roses appearing around their heads as hearts appeared in their eyes.

Shit, am I hallucinating again? I quickly shook my head, rubbing at my eyes before looking at them again. They were just standing there staring at the men, no sparkles in sight.

“You okay?” Kazuma patted my arm, tilting his head to the side. Hokuto was beside him, sending me a concerned look.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” frowned Hokuto, reaching forward to feel my forehead. “You’re not warm, that’s good.”

“Sorry, I just zoned out, that’s all. Why don’t we all go inside? It’s getting colder out here.”

Shohei and Kenta didn’t need to be told twice as they darted into the building, followed by Zin who was trying to wrangle them in. The rest slowly filtered inside and I noticed the two girls following as if being pulled by an invisible stream tied to their bias.

Rui was the last one outside, getting a bag from the van. As he turned toward me, I noticed the woman from the car sitting on top of the van. Just like the other two, there were sparkles and roses around her head as she stared at Rui, hearts in her eyes.

“So dreamy~” she sighed, grinning like a fool.

Rui blinked, looking at me. “Did you say something, nee-san?”

“You heard that, too?”

“Yes.”

My eyes widened at the woman. Was she not a hallucination, after all? I quickly waved at him. “Come on, Rui, let’s get inside! I think the cold is getting to our brains.”

The woman looked up, winking at me before disappearing before my eyes.

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

for the prompt game #72 4 & 7 along with #75 7 withhh minho and reader please? from these chaotic prompts i imagine something mysterious or spooky or scripted pranks or all of the above lmao. but i’m curious to see your take on it 👀 have fun!

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "Hang on, hang on, I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-" "Now is not the time!!!"

"You're incredible." "Aw, thanks!" "Not a compliment, babe."

"It's quiet. Too quie-" "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

Member: Lee Minho

Relationship: Ghost Hunters FemReader x Minho

Genre: Crack, Mystery, Thriller

Warning: Smoking, Ghosts(?), Haunted Places, Probably Illegal Activities 😂

"You're slowly killing yourself, you know." You announce, side eying your boyfriend as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette.

Minho rolls his eyes, but keeps his attention on the road, fitting the cigarette between his lips, the hand not currently on the steering wheel patting around in his coat for a lighter.

"Yeah, so you've told me before."

You lean out the open window, letting the cool, night breeze blow your hair back.

"Just trying to keep you safe, babe." You remark back sweetly, closing your eyes as Minho turns off the main road and onto a darker, more rugged one that leads into the trees.

You feel his gaze on you now, full of judgement and disbelief.

"She says, as if she doesn't drag me off every weekend to look for ghosts and break into abandoned shit holes."

You shrug, leaning back in the car to fiddle with the music, turning up the hard rock until it can be heard over the whistling wind.

When you look at Minho, his cigarette burns bright red between his lips in the blackness of the car's interior.

You bat your eyelashes at him and make a kissy face, as he clearly makes a face of disgust and tosses his cigarette out the open window.

"Thanks, babe, for always coming with me to look for malicious spirits and doing all the hard work-like driving and bashing in doors and shit."

"Yeah, Yeah." Minho mumbles beneath his breath, flipping you off affectionately, as he rolls the car to a stop in front of your destination. "Get your shit. We're here."

You squeal excitedly, turning to dig in the back seat for your bag full of equipment, and when you emerge again with a headlamp strapped securely to your forehead, and a camera in hand, Minho stares at you like you've just grown a third head.

You stare right back. "What?"

He shakes his head slowly. "You're incredible."

"Aw, thanks!"

He moves to open his door, letting out a long, clearly tired sigh.

"Not a compliment, babe."

He gets out, and you follow him, hurrying to catch up to him as he stuffs the keys and his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking up at the deserted building looming out of the darkness before you.

Distaste crosses his features as he takes in the rotting door hanging off its hinges and the crude graffiti sprayed across what's left of the crumbling brick entrance.

"God, this is even more of a shit hole than your usual places." He turns to you, arching a brow. "Remind me how you found this place again?"

You shrug, walking forward a few steps to kick a piece of rubble out of the way to the door.

"Some stoner kid at school."

"Sounds credible." Minho grumbles sourly beneath his breath, following you to the entrance, as he lights another cigarette.

You glance over your shoulder at him. "C'mon, sour puss. This'll be fun."

"You and I have very different definitions of the word fun, babe."

You stick your tongue out at him and turn back to the building, raising your old camcorder as you turn it on and make sure the video is focused.

You scan the video across the outside of the building, taking in the grafiti and the crumbling facade.

"Ooh, Min, look at those boobs someone painted. Those are nice boobs."

Minho snuffs his cigarette out beneath the sole of his converse and pushes past you, entering the building.

"Oh my god, let's just get this over with."

You grin, following closely behind him.

"You're supposed to say 'not as nice as yours, babe!'" You tease over his shoulder, taking in the large entrance hall of what supposedly used to be a mansion, swinging your camera around to capture the area as you walk.

Minho rolls his eyes, and steps around a puddle collecting in a hole in the rotten, wooden floor.

"Aren't ghosts supposed to like the quiet or something?"

"Are you telling me to shut up?" You sass back, leaving his side to film an old, shattered mirror still hanging on one of the walls.

Minho scoffs. "I dunno, would it work?"

"No."

Minho sighs and moves around you to push open the next doorway, revealing a sort of sitting room, a dilapidated piano collapsed in the corner.

You step forward, trying to see if any of the keys make any noise still, and Minho kicks aside a loose piece of flooring with a clatter.

You glance back at him after your perusal of the piano, and he motions toward the staircase you passed with a jerk of his head.

"Upstairs next?"

You nod, readying your camera. "Yeah."

Minho ascends first, testing each step to make sure it will hold your weight, and you follow him, using the miniscule light from the camera to guide both your footing.

When you reach the creaky, narrow second floor landing, Minho's fingers tighten around the banister, and he cocks his head, as if suddenly listening.

You almost run into his back at the abrupt stop, peeking around him to see if there's something there.

Nothing.

"What?" You whisper, glancing around him again.

"It's quiet. Too quie-" He starts to mutter back, eyes narrowing.

You step around him and call out, hands around your mouth to make your voice echo, "HELLO?? IS ANYONE IN HERE?!"

Minho immediately slaps his hand over your mouth, giving you a glare.

"There could be a hobo living in here, waiting to murder us!" Minho hisses seriously, fingers pinching your cheeks.

You both wait in breathless silence.

Nothing but the old sounds of the house and the remnants of your voice echo back to you.

You lick his palm, and he pulls his hand off your mouth with a look of disgust, wiping his hand on his pants as you arch a brow and smirk at him.

"Pretty sure if we were going to get murdered, babe, we would have been so by now." You remark back casually.

You step past him, headed to the first room.

Minho grumbles something under his breath in response, but you hear him follow you after several seconds anyway.

Entering the first bedroom, you sweep the light of the camera over its contents, landing on an old, worn baby doll lying on the bed in the corner, staring at you with large, dark, button eyes.

Behind you, Minho shivers. "That is creepy as shit."

"Yeah." You agree quietly, stepping forward, and picking up the doll, even as he lets out a little squawk of protest from the doorway.

You turn it over in your hands, studying it, before setting it back down and nodding, meeting his gaze.

"Definitely haunted."

Minho lets out the breath he had been holding and narrows a glare on you.

"You literally have no sense of self preservation, do you?"

"Nope." You reply, popping the p past your lips, grinning, as you step out of the room and back into the hallway, taking his hand. "C'mon. Let's explore the rest of the rooms."

The rest of the upstairs is uneventful, and eventually, Minho drags you back down to the bottom floor and out onto the porch, claiming he needs a cigarette, and that he's not going to light it up in this 'deathtrap of rotting kindling and ancient

As he leans against the railing on one side of the porch, shaking ash over the edge, you move to the other, peering over the side into the brambles of the overgrown front yard.

You sigh, propping your chin up on your hand, and glance up at the gathering clouds, covering the stars.

"Looks like it's going to rain." You remark, kicking a crumbling edge of the railing off the porch, sending it careening into the bushes.

Minho snorts and takes another long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke slowly out through the part of his lips.

"Great. Another way to make my night even more miserable."

You glance over your shoulder at him and grin, and he arches a brow at you in challenge.

"Okay, so there were no ghosts. This location was a bust." You turn, leaning against the railing, crossing your arms over your chest, holding his gaze. "But, at least we got this super creepy doll out of it, right?"

You reach into the duffle bag where you hid the doll, and hold it up toward Minho.

He goes pale, scrabbling back to get away from you and the toy, dropping his cigarette in the process.

"Fuck."

You laugh, creeping toward him, arm still outstretched, teasingly wiggling the doll as you pitch your voice higher.

"C'mon Minho. Play with me! Playyyyy with meeeee!"

Minho bats your hand away with a scowl.

"Babe, get that creepy fucking thing away from me right now or else I'll-"

Minho's threat is cut off by the sound of something rustling in the bushes around the side of the house, and you both freeze, his eyes going wide.

"What was that?" He breathes out, fingers clenching around your forearm, the doll forgotten.

You glances into the darkness, but can't make anything out.

"I dunno." You whisper back, creeping closer to the railing, as the noise sounds again, closer this time. "We should check it out-" You start to say, but Minho is curling his fingers around your arm and dragging you off the porch, hauling ass back to the car like a mad man possessed.

"No the fuck we should not." He shakes his head, dragging you behind him, practically running now. "We're getting the fuck out of here."

Your duffle bags thumps heavily against your back, and you stumble over something in the dark trying to keep up.

You glance behind you, back at the house being swallowed back into the darkness, and you swear you see eyes, watching you leave.

Minho jangles his keys in the door of the car, finally getting it unlocked, and shove you into the passenger side, shutting the door with a slam, before he scrambles around the front and gets in behind the wheel, already shoving the keys into the ignition as the car roars to life.

It promptly sputters out before he can shift into gear.

"Fuck." Minho swears, jiggling the keys, pumping the gas a couple of times frantically. "Stupid, piece of shit, c'mon!"

He messes with the keys, and you glance out the front windshield, but can't see the house anymore.

Or the eyes.

As Minho tries and fails to start the car a second time, you reach into the bag at your feet, searching until you come up triumphantly with your phone in hand.

"Hang on, hang on." You announce, reaching for the AUX cord, even as Minho swears again and finally gets the car started. "I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-"

"Now is not the time!!" Minho blurts out, slamming the car into gear and backing down the old mining road at a breakneck pace, his glare whipping back and forth between the rearview mirror and you.

You shrug, settling back into your seat as Pink Floyd begins to blare over the old car's speakers.

"I dunno. I kinda dig some theme music in times like this."

Minho looks at you with absolute shock and disbelief, reaching up to tug at his hair in exasperation as you reach the main road and your headlights find the path back to town.

He lets out a hoarse, completely humorless laugh tinged with a scoff.

His shaking fingers find and light a cigarette from his pocket.

"You're gonna kill me way faster and sooner than any cigarette ever could, babe."

[another-anonymous-sideblog]

Ok a few things: 1 I was the one who made the plushy ask (I chose red panda cause when I made the headcannon my brother got me a giant red panda plushy) i just accidentally hit the ask anonymously option. And 2 I wish to read a one shot of this purely for how freaked out Hajime would be cause let’s be honest, Nagito didn’t mention the voice recorder on purpose lmao but we all know how happy he’d be when he realizes what actually happened 🥹

As for another headcannon, Nagito flat presses flowers Hajime gives him so he can 1 have them forever and 2 use them as bookmarks while he reads

hi okay so i didn't proofread this and my head hurts so so so bad rn but as soon as i saw this i needed to write it. also the flower thing is so cute i'm dying. i sleep now goodnight thank you for your headcanons and prompts and such <33

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When Naegi said they’d found some of Hajime’s old belongings, he thought he was joking.

Or rather, he would’ve, if Naegi ever joked. He tries to, sometimes—bad puns that never fully land—but he sounded so genuinely excited over the phone, and Hajime really doubted he would ever play a trick that cruel. Still, it was a bit difficult to believe that the Foundation could’ve possibly found anything of his in the wreckage of Hope’s Peak years later.

But here he is, standing on the docks with a box in his hands, staring down at it like it’s made of gold instead of beat up, slightly damp cardboard. His heart pounds in his throat as his mind races through all of the possible things that could be in here, unable to decide what he most wants to see when he opens the box.

And then he hears footsteps at the end of the dock and looks up, his eyes meeting Nagito’s for the first time in two weeks, and the box is temporarily forgotten. Partly because a moment after that, Nagito is running directly at him, and Hajime has to drop the box in order to catch the armful of boyfriend that flies at him at full speed.

“Hajime,” Nagito whispers against his neck, and oh, Hajime missed this. He tightens his grip around Nagito’s waist and buries his face in his shoulder, trying not to cry, because the collar of his shirt is already damp and Nagito’s breath is hitching and Hajime will be damned if he can’t be the strong one right now.

“Hey,” he murmurs, running a hand over Nagito’s hair, “I’m here, I’m here. God, I missed you.”

Nagito mumbles something that sounds vaguely like ‘missed you,’ and Hajime smiles a little to himself as he hugs him impossibly tighter.

~

He forgets about the box for the rest of the day, too preoccupied with having his hands on Nagito at every given opportunity: wrapping an arm around his waist while he walks him back to the cottage; brushing his fingers against his arms while he helps him change out of his suit and back into his regular clothes; intertwining their fingers and swinging their hands between them as they walk to the restaurant for dinner. There’s a bit of a celebration, as there always is when Foundation missions end and whoever was sent out gets to come home. This time it was Nagito, Nekomaru, and Kazuichi, and Teruteru has whipped up three very different main dishes to accommodate their favourites. Hajime watches as Nagito practically inhales his miso soup and milk bread, able to feel the lovesick smile on his own face, until Teruteru hits him over the head with a wooden spoon and tells him to eat his own food.

By the time the meal is finished, it’s late in the evening, and Hajime wraps an arm around Nagito’s shoulders as they slowly make their way back to the cottage. 

“I missed you,” he says quietly, once he’s sure the stars in the clear sky above them are the only ones around to hear. Nagito glances over before leaning into him, bringing his hand up to tangle metal fingers between Hajime’s where they rest on his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs. “I forgot how difficult it is to be away for that long.”

Hajime presses a kiss to the side of his head.

“I’m sorry you were gone for our anniversary,” he says with a soft sigh. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

He can see Nagito’s blush even in the darkness, and has to hold back a smirk.

“Ah, you—please don’t worry about something like that,” he stammers, shaking his head a little as they near the cottages. “You know I don’t like making a big deal out of it.”

Hajime shrugs a little.

“I do,” he says, and Nagito shoots him a look, but there’s a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Bad timing on their part—well. You’d probably called it bad luck, wouldn’t you?”

Surprisingly, Nagito stays quiet. When Hajime glances over, he looks almost thoughtful, but there’s still that telltale twitch to his mouth that makes Hajime raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” he says casually, stepping out from under Hajime’s arm to unlock the cottage door. “I think it may have been good luck after all.”

Hajime is about to ask what he means, but then Nagito’s smile turns cheeky. He’s suddenly being pulled inside by his tie, confusion left out on the boardwalk as the door slams shut behind them.

~

He wakes up later than usual the next morning, instinctively reaching to Nagito’s side of the bed to snuggle up to him. The sleep melts from his mind as his hand hits empty sheets, and he frowns and slowly pries his eyes open. He realizes then that he’s in bed alone, the sound of the shower running from behind the closed bathroom door. He sits up with a big stretch, groaning as his joints pop from the movement. 

As he looks sleepily around the room, his eyes fall on a cardboard box laying a few feet away from the bed. He raises an eyebrow, suddenly remembering the contents of the box, and something in his stomach jumps excitedly. The shower is still running, but suddenly he just can’t wait for Nagito to be done, so with a feeling akin to a kid on his birthday, he gets out of bed and grabs the box, resisting the urge to shake it.

The tape is curling at the edges from the salty sea air, so it’s easy for him to pull it off and toss it to the side. He stares at the box for a few seconds, suddenly nervous, fingers twitching as they brush against the edge of the cardboard flaps.

Hajime shakes his head and huffs out a breath. It’s ridiculous for him to be anxious; after all, there’s a good chance the stuff in this box isn’t even his. Still, he can’t stop his heart from skipping a beat as he grabs the flaps and opens the box.

It’s like opening a time capsule he forgot he buried. Everything in the box is sort of dirty, which makes sense: after all, he can only assume it was buried in the rubble of the reserve course dorms. They’re pretty much odds and ends, stuff he left behind after he signed on to the Kamakura project: a couple comic books, a puzzle cube he never managed to solve, a threadbare scarf. A couple things he finds make him choke up: a faded old t-shirt his dad won for him at a fair; a cracked CD case he used to make his mother play when he had nightmares as a kid.

The last thing in the box sucks the air from his lungs, and he stares down with wide eyes, unwilling to believe it. However, it’s unmistakable: laying at the very bottom of the box, surprisingly clean despite probably being buried for years, is a very old, very well-loved stuffed animal.

Hajime lifts it from the box with something like awe, clutching at the pilly fur. It’s a red panda—though, at this point it’s so old and worn that it’s sort of hard to tell at first glance. It was his first stuffed animal—at least, the first one he can remember. He was so young, he’d named it after what his grandmother had presented it as: ‘a little friend to keep you safe.’ Tomo hadn’t done much to keep him safe, exactly, given the fact that it was a stuffed animal. But even when he stopped sleeping with it, Hajime made sure it was close by; hence, why he’d taken it to Hope’s Peak.

He runs his fingers over the stitched face, feeling a harsh burn behind his eyes as tears clog the back of his throat. Tomo smiles up at him, and with a quiet hiccup, Hajime wraps his arms around it and holds it close to his chest, curling around it.

“I love you, Hajime.”

As soon as it appeared, the warm, happy feeling in his chest vanishes. Hajime throws the stuffed panda across the room, recoiling in horror. Tomo stares up at him with an innocent smile, as though it didn’t just talk to him in a muffled, fuzzy voice.

It takes a second for Hajime’s heart to stop pounding and his thoughts to become rational again. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, so Tomo obviously isn’t possessed. The closest rational explanation he can think of is that he imagined it, overcome with emotion at being reunited with his childhood friend, the last piece of his innocence before his own selfish choices took it away. He’s never imagined anything like that before, but it makes more sense than a demon in his old stuffed animal; so, taking a few more seconds to steady his breathing, he slowly reaches for it again, trying to remind himself that he doesn’t believe in ghosts.

He hesitantly holds the stuffed animal at arms’ length, studying it. It doesn’t seem to have any sinister intentions, and Hajime kind of really wants to hug it again, so pushing the last of his irrational fear from his mind, he brings it close again and squeezes it.

“I love you, Hajime.”

“Jesus fuck!”

He throws it again, twice as horrified as the first time. Again, Tomo stares up at him, looking completely normal and harmless as ever. 

What the hell? He thinks to himself, staring at it with his mouth agape. Am I finally losing it? That’s the only explanation, right? Stuffed animals can’t talk. I have to be going crazy. That’s—

It’s only in the middle of his half-crazed mental crisis that Hajime realizes two things: one, the shower has stopped, and two…

He whirls around, seeing the source of the nearly silent, wheezy laughter coming from the other corner of the room. Nagito is practically bent in half, hands on his knees as he stares with bright, elated eyes while trying to stifle his laughs.

“Y-Y-Your face,” he wheezes, bursting into a full giggle fit and dropping to one knee as Hajime stares, stunned. “Oh my—Hajime, I’m sorry, you just—you looked so—”

He can’t even finish a sentence, so overcome by his own amusement. Hajime looks from him to the stuffed animal, back to him, then back to Tomo again.

“What…did you do?” he manages finally. Nagito raises his head, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. 

“Ah, Hajime,” he giggles, “I—okay, give me a moment.”

Hajime waits impatiently while he tries to calm himself down, finally managing to take some deep breaths and walk over to sit beside him. He picks Tomo up and holds it out to Hajime, watching in blatant glee as he hesitantly takes it back.

“You know we were salvaging things from Hope’s Peak,” he says. Hajime nods slowly.

“So you were the one who found To—you were the one who found it?”

Nagito nods. 

“I volunteered to take the reserve course dorms when we got there,” he says. “I wasn’t entirely sure where to find yours, but I let my luck guide me.”

Hajime slowly shakes his head, staring down at the stuffed animal in his hands.

“You weren’t supposed to be looking for personal effects,” he says lamely. Nagito rolls his eyes.

“I won’t apologize. Do you want to hear the story or not?”

And it is certainly a story. Hajime listens in awe and mild horror as Nagito describes his escapades, multiple near death experiences leading up to finding his old dorm room, discovering several of Hajime’s old belongings buried beneath rubble, but somehow safe in a little cubby created by the debris. He goes on to detail his thought process, seeing the old, bedraggled stuffed animal covered in dirt and dust, and remembering his own favourite toy from when he was small: a stuffed animal with a device inside that played a little music box tune. Apparently, Nagito took the limited time off they had during the mission to clean and fix Tomo the best he could, enlisting Kazuichi’s help to create a similar device.

He shows Hajime the spot on Tomo’s stomach where the device was implanted, and only then does Hajime notice the small, neat stitching that’s a much clearer white than the dirty old fur. There’s more on one of his paws, and Nagito guides his hand to feel where the small button was hidden in the stuffing. Hajime looks at him hesitantly, and he gives him a nod and soft smile, and Hajime presses the button, purposefully this time.

“I love you, Hajime.”

Now that he’s not overwhelmed by shock and terror, Hajime can hear the lilt of Nagito’s voice under the fuzz of poorly-recorded audio. He stares down at Tomo in wonder, carefully pressing the button again.

“I love you, Hajime.”

“I love you, Hajime.” Nagito’s voice is accompanied by a soft, cool hand covering his, and a gentle kiss pressed to his shoulder. Hajime feels his throat tighten again, though with a different kind of happiness this time, as he runs his fingers over the soft fur again.

“Nagito…” It’s all he can manage, but it seems to be enough for Nagito, who lifts his head and gives him the most genuine, shining smile.

“Happy anniversary,” he says softly. Hajime blinks once, twice, before his face bursts into flames and he buries his face in his free hand.

“For the love of—Nagito!”

Nagito’s laugh makes his heart flutter just the same as always.

“What?”

“You’re the one who says you don’t want to make a big deal out of this stuff,” Hajime grumbles, glaring at Nagito through his fingers when he just giggles.

“And you’re the one who likes it,” he chirps back. Hajime narrows his eyes, and Nagito just laughs and kisses his cheek.

When Hajime recovers a bit from his embarrassment, he wraps his arm around Nagito’s waist and pulls him close, burying his face in his neck. He feels Nagito’s hand run through his hair, and he sighs, kissing his neck softly and allowing himself to melt into the touch.

“Do you like it?” Nagito asks. Hajime lifts his head enough to see his face, and the disguised nervousness behind his otherwise placid expression.

His eyes soften, and he kisses Nagito’s shoulder, smiling against the sleeve of his shirt. He smells like soap and is warmer than usual from the shower, and Hajime squeezes his waist as he nestles his head into the crook of his neck.

“I love it,” he says quietly. He feels Nagito relax, and he gently puts the stuffed animal down to wrap both arms more securely around him.

Nagito runs a hand up and down his side, and Hajime sighs softly, feeling happier than he has in a long time. He gives him another little kiss, hoping Nagito feels the fluttering, almost overwhelming love bursting from his own heart. “I love you, Nagito.”

[emmys-writing-blog]

- Misc prompt

A bit of old writing, but, I will hopefully post part five of Castle Infiltration in a few days.

feel free to use this just please tag me cause I want to read it lmao

(cw: blood, fainting)

The ground swayed beneath Hero and she could feel the beads of sweat running down her face, mixing with blood from a cut on her forehead. Her hands gripped her daggers tighter and she felt a wave of coldness wash over her.

“Hero?!” Villain called out again. She had tried to continue her dramatic monologue but Hero’s breathing grew louder and uneven, causing Villain to worry. Not that they would ever admit it of course.

Villain cautiously took a step forward - unaware of if this was some twisted prank, Hero stood there unfazed and going pale, her eyes fading in and out of focus.

Villain sighed and opened her mouth to say something, though she was soon interrupted when Hero’s daggers hit the ground and their legs gave out beneath them.

Villain quickly rushed forward, just in time to catch her and she slowly lowered them both to the ground. Hero’s arms fell helplessly around them.

“Hero, are you okay?” Villain asked, her voice shaking as she tried to collect herself. Hero didn’t reply, wrapping her arms around Villain tighter as her breath quickened.

Villain pried Hero’s grip off them so they could look at their face, Hero struggled to keep their eyes open and nestled their head into Villain's neck, their arms entangled with Villains as they slowly lost consciousness.

Now that Hero was fully out, pushing her off was much easier, allowing Villain to inspect her wounds. It didn’t take long for her to find the large gash on Hero’s side. Villain hadn’t even realized that she had hit Hero so badly until now.

Villain only just began to piece everything together; the heavy breathing and the slow tired attacks had all been a result of the wound.

Villain carefully picked Hero up in her arms and began walking off to find help. She had been fighting Hero for years, but now that she finally had the perfect opportunity to kill her, Villain couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Hero deserved a better death than this, a fight where both sides truly give it their all. Villain was going to make sure that that’s how it ends.

[hydrangea-moobloom]

hy, beloved!!! i must say i love your fics so much, you have a wonderful way of weaving world-building into your fics that's so natural and seamless <3, and i *adored* your awesamdad fic with moobloom hybrid tommy. i think it would be so interesting to see your take on dsmp during eggpire and the hotel arc, when sam was growing closer to tommy. maybe even sam growing overprotective and worried over tommy, wanting to take care of him when it feels like everyone else hasn't. of coure, there's also phil, which could lead to an interesting problem if sam was looking to adopt (coughcough custody battle coughcough)

regardless, write what you would like and im sure it will be amazing!!

Echo my beloved 🥺 You are so, so sweet I'm crying Thank you for the fun prompt <333 I ended it very quickly because I realized I would end up writing 2k words if I don't stop myself LMAO

Sam watches Tommy through Nook's eyes as he works. His eyes flicker back and forth from his comm to the thick drawing paper; lines slowly merging and growing into the first, real draft of Big Innit Hotel.

Quite an undertaking it is. A living space for anyone who needs it. Transitioning from the ashes of another failed country in the server's barren landscape; a quick stop for rest while traveling; a home, maybe, for some.

His interest was captivated as Tommy explained the concept; nervous energy pouring off him in waves, knees bouncing under the table and fingers combing and recombing through his fringe of hair, catching slightly and tugging at his scalp.

He agreed instantly. Obviously.

Sam glances back at the screen, an amusement tugging at his lips. He made Nook so small, not even coming to Tommy's hip, every time the gangly teen is focused on he appears stretched tall like a giant. The pair's exaggerated height difference makes their friendship only more wholesome. The little tanuki robot happily chirps and waddles alongside Tommy whenever not directly needed by Sam. And he has more than once "caught" Tommy giving the animatronic pats on the head with a gentleness reminiscent of his old pet cow, Henry.

It's good to see him smiling again. With no slight amount of effort, Sam has to peel his eyes away from their current quest for the day: gathering the necessary blossoms to grind into dye powder. A bold and bright red would suit the hotel nicely, Sam decided very early.

His earpiece buzzes with Tommy's idle chatter, Nook's sensitive microphones transmitting easily across the several hundred-block distance. Between that and the gentle scratch of pencil and the ruffle of sheets as Sam references his notes, his workshop has an atmosphere of homeliness that he didn't know he craved until that moment.

Sam hums, relaxed in his chair, watching over the boy he'd irrationally come to care for so much. Nothing could ruin this.

Of course, that's when he hears the sound of talons. Eerie in the otherwise silence. A click-snap and jingling. A death toll since his arrival: sliding a sword between his son's ribs with love and reverence that earned him his moniker.

Sam stands from his desk, turning off the view screen on his comm and lowering the volume in his earpiece. Just enough that he can still keep track of Tommy's rambling.

"Philza," he greets blandly, a twitch between his eyebrows at how the avian snuck into his secure base.

A hollow laugh answers. Click-jingle. Click-jingle. Click. The Angel appears in the doorway, his smile crooked. "Ah. Warden. Just the man I wanted to see."

Sam detests the sly dealings that have become the norm on this server. The manipulations and games are tiring.

"What do you want?"

"Get straight to the point, don't you?" Philza says, entering the room and pacing alongside the wall.

Circling.

"I can do the same, I suppose," he muses. "I'll make this short and sweet: stay away from Tommy."

The avian's teeth snap on the name. Like he's consuming it, and Sam tenses.

"Why?" He recognizes a touch too late his mask has slipped. A note of protectiveness coloring his tone.

Tommy has nothing. No one. He doesn't need another thing ripped away from him.

Philza's eyes narrow. "He's an avian. A fledgling. He needs someone who can truly care for him."

Sam's hands ball into fists, gunpowder sparking in his chest and scorching his veins.

"Are you insinuating I can't?"

Philza's smile is cold and brutal, wings mantled threateningly and Sam reaches for his trident, knowing this is not an argument quickly resolved.

[echoes-of-realities]

90 for brittana please?

Notes: Okay look I know it’s been Literally Forever since I got this prompt lmao but I finally did it. I’m spending the next little bit finishing up on prompts and requests I got from before I started working on be my fire in the cold (and I’ll be waiting by the mistletoe) before I work on anything new!

90. “You’ve been replaced.” // “Alright, we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.”

Brittany stares at the board of flight times and pouts as she waits for Santana to answer her phone. She’s already been away for a week and she’s more than ready to see her wife again, but with mechanical delays and bad weather on its way and technical issues it looks like it’s still going to be another couple days until she gets home.

“Hello?” Santana finally answers, her voice raspy and slurred with sleep.

Brittany mentally counts the time between their timezones and smiles when she realizes that it’s not late enough for Santana to be in bed for the night, but it is right around the time Santana usually has an impromptu nap when she works a late shift. Usually Brittany is there to wake her when her wife hasn’t emerged from their bedroom after going to change out of her work clothes, knowing Santana never sleeps well after having a nap in the evening, but unfortunately she’s kind of on the other side of the country right now. “Sorry, honey,” Brittany says softly, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t,” Santana mumbles.

“Sure I didn’t,” Brittany teases gently.

“Okay, I might have dozed off,” Santana concedes, and Brittany can hear the wide smile in her voice. “What time is it? Have you landed already?”

Brittany sighs deeply and continues to stare at the flight times. “No, I haven’t even boarded yet.”

“What?” Santana says, sounding a little more awake, “Your flight was supposed to leave hours ago.”

Brittany sighs again, finally turning away from the flight board and adjusting her carryon so it sits better on her shoulder as she wanders the gate of her original flight. “We did board the plane hours ago but there was some sort of serious mechanical issues so we had to all get off, and then there were technical issues with the airport’s computers? I dunno I didn’t really follow what they were saying, but long story short there was a butt-ton of problems going on and it doesn’t look like I’ll be getting out of here for a couple days and this is the first time I actually had a chance to breathe let alone call you.”

“Really?” Santana says quietly, and though Brittany knows she’s trying to mask her disappointment, Brittany’s known her for far too long for that to work.

“Unfortunately,” Brittany sighs. “There’s bad weather coming in tomorrow too so unless I manage to somehow catch a flight tonight I probably won’t be home until Wednesday.”

“Well that really fucking sucks,” Santana finally says.

Brittany chokes on a laugh and shakes her head because, yeah, it really fucking does. “I’ll hang out here for a couple hours and see. They said if there’s any cancellations they’ll try to get people from my flight out of here but they can’t promise anything so.”

“How’s your auntie?” Santana says after a moment.

“She’s good,” Brittany says, “My mom said they discharged her about an hour ago actually.”

“I wish I could have gone with you,” Santana murmurs.

“I know,” Brittany promises, “I know you’d be here in a heartbeat if your boss wasn’t such an asshole.”

Santana laughs, and there’s a rustling and a loud meow that can only be the sound of Lord Tubbington being disturbed by Santana being too loud. Brittany listens as Santana shifts around, presumably helping Tubbs up onto their bed since it’s too high for him to jump with his arthritis and general laziness. “C’mon you dumb cat,” Santana mumbles, “At least help me out if you wanna cuddle.”

Brittany giggles as she imagines her wife struggling to balance her phone against her ear and shoulder and lift Tubbs up into bed at the same time. “I can’t believe you would betray me like this and cuddle when I can’t take embarrassing pictures of the two of you,” Brittany teases.

There’s a shuffling and Santana’s voice is distant when she says, “You’ve been replaced,” in that haughty, teasing tone of hers. Brittany’s phone vibrates against her ear and when she quickly checks it she finds a message from Santana, a selfie of her wife and their cat curled up together against Brittany’s pillow, and an ache of fond homesickness flares up in her chest.

“Alright,” Brittany concedes, “we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Santana gasps, “There was one in there on yesterday and Tubbs and I both just screamed at it. I have literally no clue where it is now.” There’s a beat of silence and they just listen to each other smile before Santana sighs a little. “I miss you,” she whispers.

Brittany’s chest clenches and she stares at her feet for a long moment, breathing deeply until the lump in her throat eases enough for her to manage an “I miss you too.” It’s been a long week and she hasn’t really slept, instead just dozing off in uncomfortable hospital chairs while her family crowded around her auntie’s bed and waited for her to wake up after her stroke, desperately missing her wife’s comforting embrace. “Listen, I’m going to go check and see if there’s any cancellations,” she says. “I’ll let you know if I can get a flight.”

“Okay,” Santana whispers, “I really hope you make it home soon. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Brittany murmurs, “And so do I.”

After hanging up she heads straight to the desk and finds apologetic airport staff telling her that there’s still nothing they can do. She nods and sighs, allowing herself to sulk and pout because it’s been a tiring and emotional week and all she wants is to get home and hug her wife; she finds an empty chair to collapse into, close to the desk so she’s nearby in case there’s any changes.

She somehow actually manages to catch a red-eye flight when another passenger cancels it last minute, and after a frantic rush with the airport staff to get organized she ends up flopping down into a middle seat only minutes before the plane taxis out onto the runway, and by the time she gets settled the flight attendants are telling everyone to shut their phones off and she can’t even let Santana know she’s finally on her way home; she spends the entire flight fitfully dozing, anxious to get back to her wife.

She gets in around six in the morning and instead of calling Santana she just finds the first taxi outside the airport and directs the driver back to her apartment, paying him quickly before she collects her stuff and stumbles up to her home.

Lord Tubbington greets her at the door, haughty and annoyed at being abandoned by Brittany for over a week until she scoops him into her arms and cuddles him close; only then does he start purring and decides he’ll forgive her. She releases him once he starts wiggling around, and he scampers off into the living room to curl up on his bed in there.

Brittany kicks off her sneakers and leaves all her stuff by the door, needing to find and cuddle her wife more than she needs to do anything else. She heads straight to their bedroom and finds Santana sprawled on her stomach with the sheets tangled around her bare legs, wearing one of Brittany’s old sweatshirts and underwear and nothing else, her head buried in Brittany’s pillow and a nest of blankets by her stomach where Tubbs probably spent most of the night.

Brittany leans against the doorframe and watches her wife sleep and takes a long moment to just marvel at the fact that she’s finally back home, until the urge to feel Santana’s body curled into her own gets to be too much. She’s exhausted and desperately needs a shower after spending a week in a hospital and most of the day in the airport and the night on an airplane between a man who smelled like ground beef and an old woman who wouldn’t stop coughing, but she needs the comfort of Santana’s embrace more than she needs to feel clean, so she quickly strips until she’s in her camisole and panties and tosses her clothes in the vague direction of the hamper before eagerly crawling into bed with her wife.

Santana stirs as she feels the bed dip beside her, her hand landing on Brittany’s hip and instinctively tugging her closer. Brittany rearranges them so she’s not squished against the edge of the bed and in danger of falling off, and Santana just sighs at her wife’s manhandling of her until they’re curled together in the middle of the bed. “Hi,” Brittany whispers, kissing the tip of Santana’s nose.

It scrunches adorably as Santana cracks an eye open. “You’re home,” she rasps, struggling to wake up, “You managed to get a flight? When’d you get in? What time is it?”

“Time for sleep,” Brittany says quietly, finding Santana’s lips with her own until Santana sighs and softens. “We can talk later, it’s cuddle time now.”

Santana hums and nuzzles into Brittany’s chest, wrapping an arm that’s heavy with sleep tightly around Brittany’s lower back and tugging them together and Brittany feels like she can breathe for the first time since Santana drove her to the airport last week. “Glad you’re home,” Santana mumbles, “Love you.”

“Me too,” Brittany whispers, kissing Santana’s head and burying her face into dark hair that smells of comfort and home. “Love you too,” she manages, and then they’re both lost to sleep.

[sukuna-darling]

Sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

reading time ⥂ 20 minutes/5.4k

prompt┆ requested by anonymous ⥂ heyyy can i request some toji oneshot about his degradation + praise kink at the same time and also breeding kink?🤤 that man have these kind of kink altogether lmao, and followed by an aftercare if its possible

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, fluff, heavy aftercare is always needed after intense scenes for not only sub but for the dom as well, light angst, jealous!possessive!toji, painslut!reader, established relationship, bdsm, heavy daddy/princess/baby girl, light mommy/good boy, degrading praise with some humiliation, breeding w talk of pregnancy, mirror sex, size kink/too big, no prep, knife/blood, carving, collar/leash, biting, making out, manhandling, reassurance, encouragement, choking, painal, switching between holes - toji had you clean for it, mind break, safe work check, some cnc/fear play/power play, buzzed whilst fucking, squirting, forced orgasm

all works

Tugging on the leash, the collar chokes you whilst it digs into your throat. Tightening your grasp on the edge of the bed. A strangle cry of “Dad-!” Slips past your puffy lips, still throbbing from Toji’s bites.

Toji snaps, “Stay still! We cant’s have Daddy’s little slut getting her tramp stamp messed up.” Slowly twirling the knife whilst forcing it deeper to make the circle for the i of his name.

Admiring his handy work, his name in big letters on your back. Toji’s cock throbs as more blood trickles from the cuts on your back. Whilst he holds the knife up.

Your cut up back, baring his name making his heart pound. And his thoughts cloud with lust. Having you at his mercy collared, begging for him with fat tears rolling down his cheeks awakens a sickening sadistic need.

The red so beautiful against color of your skin. It’s almost as lovely as the color of your pussy lips, and hole when spit open by his pale cock.

He groans, “Look at yourself! You’re nothing but my beautiful pathetic cock sleeve.” Toji wraps the chain leash around his hand, yanking on it. Forcing you to arch your back, your tits pushing outwards.

Giving you a view of a women with a chest covered in bites, cuts and a little bit of blood. With mascara running down from her her cheeks. Whilst a large man straddles her thighs, with a wide feral grin on his face. And a frightening insatiable hunger in his dark eyes.

Dragging the knife up your back whilst groaning, “Cornering you, pinning you down, ripping you’re clothes off and forcing you to take my fat cock in your tiny holes just to make you scream and beg me to stop because I’m too big for you to handle.” The collar slackens, air rushes into your burning lungs. Whilst you pant grabbing the soft blanket underneath.

Moaning to you, “Fuck! I love that shit more than you know. I don’t have to hide what a dirty old pervert I am not to you. Since you’re a cock hungry slut.” Your back stings whilst your pussy throbs. Catching your breath and whining,

“Daddy’s too much, scary and angry.” He sets the knife to side, roughly smacking both of your cheeks.

Toji says, “I want to hear you beg me to stop. Whilst I fuck your pussy till she is gapping, dripping my cum and hurting. The overwhelming need to bruise and break your body. It’s maddening how rough I want to get to you, having to watch my own strength so I don’t break your holes.”

Despite how much you trust Toji fear fills your body. Adrenaline rushes through you as a overwhelming mind clouding need to run. Whilst your arousal makes you want to beg for more.

The contrasting want and need tightening within you for dominance. Whilst Toji slides two of his fingers up your slit. Scooping as much of your slick as he can, spreading his fingers in front of your face, clear slick strings in between.

Toji says, “You’re so wet for me.”Stuffing both his fingers into your mouth. Adding, “You can’t help but be beautiful. The love bites on your neck faded since I was gone so long.” Gagging on Toji’s fingers when he presses them deeper into your throat.

He says, “You looked so pouty trying to get him to go away. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed someone else thought they had a chance.” Smearing your slick on your tongue with his rough large fingers. Both of his fingers filling your mouth.

Toji grunts, “You can be a good girl and let Daddy take his anger out on both your holes. You’re doing so good already, all you have to do is take my fat cock.” Slipping his fingers out of your mouth. The taste of yourself mixing with the lingering taste of Toji’s pre-cum on.

You say, “I don’t want him, only you Daddy! You fuck me mindless daddy then kiss me better afterwards and I love it so much. I can’t get enough. Even if I have to wait weeks for you to come home. The thought of you is better than being with someone else.”

Grabbing his cock, smearing your spit over his veiny cock. Which hangs between your legs, his fat tip having made a wet spot on the blanket.

Yanking in the leash pulling your head up, Toji groans, “You’re so hot babydoll, I love you so damn much my beautiful little whore.” Picking up his knife, pressing the tip into your cheeks. Digging it deep enough that warm blood trickles down the curve of your cheek.

Lessening the pressure before dragging the knife along the curve of your cheek. Dragging the tip along your pussy lips, whine, “I love you too Daddy. Can’t wait to feel your cock my toys and fingers are so boring. I missed you too much.” Flicking his wrist and cutting your cheek.

Toji says, “I can see your pussy clench when I cut your ass. What the fuck is wrong with you? Getting off on being cut. I guess that’s why you’re so perfect for a sicko like me.” Tossing his knife onto the bed and letting go of the leash.

Grabbing your hips and lifting your ass in the air. He spits between your cheeks twice. The second glob missing, sliding it down your crack to your hole.

Toji tells you. “I need to make sure she feels me tomorrow. Even if it feels like you’re going to snap. You are going to take it as hard as I want to give it. And you’re going to enjoy it, thank me for it even.”Crossing your arms under your head, arching your back for Toji. His large height making it to where you have to angle your hips up. His hips are too high for you not to.

Telling Toji, “Thank you for choosing me to be your personal cock sleeve. I love when you cum in me or on me. Give me every last drop of your cum. Please daddy! I only want you!” Nudging your lips apart with his cock head.

It’s been five years yet Toji’s massive size has only become more overwhelming. His aggressive work-outs and line of work making him bulkier. With thicker arms and undeniable man tits, which he had to admit to having.

His broad chest giving to a slimmer waist, with a eye catching v. Leading down to a short patch of dark hair and a thick cock and heavy low hanging balls. Which is dangerous like the rest of him.

Toji’s ankle-wide, splitting girth with a gut reaching length leaves your holes gapping every time. And his balls fat enough to smother you when he rest them on your face.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks, and your voice breaks a little as you say, “I want to be a good girl for you. Please make your self feel good with your slut’s glory holes.” Toji lines himself up with your pussy.

Toji says, “So many people have looked at me with fear. I never thought I would see that look on your pretty face. Or that I would love it so much.” His degrading praise pushing you to want to behave for him.

Rubbing your asscheeks, his hands glide up your sides. Dragging his large hands down your back, smearing your blood. The burning of your back becomes a satisfying stinging. Clenching around nothing, the overwhelming want to have his heavy cock inside becoming painfully frustrating.

Picking up the leash, wrapping it around his hand. Tugging on your collar whilst forcing his cock deep inside. Your body goes limp whilst his cock head hits your cervix.

Whimpering, “Daddy please take it easy on me! I’m still not used to how big you are! My pussy is going to break.” Fresh tears drip down your cheeks.

Toji says, “Your pussy is tighter when you’re scared of me. It doesn’t even matter how tight you get I’m strong enough to make you take my thick cock however I like.” Slipping some of him out, grabbing his knife by the handle.

Dragging the tip along the skin between your pussy and asshole. Whilst he cups your cheek, the chain leash cold against your cheeks. Trailing the knife along the curve of your cheeks.

He says, “Your pussy is getting wetter, with your slick dripping down my balls. Stop lying to yourself saying you don’t want this. That you don’t need Daddy to fuck your mindless.” Toji stay still, your soft squishy walls quivering around him. Whilst you trembling, breathing hard as you try to handle him.

Dragging the knife along the side of your thigh, making a long shallow cut. Whilst you writhe underneath him trying to get away. The collar around your neck and his tight hold on the leash keeping you from moving far.

Every time you slide your hips off, relieving the intense pressure in your gut. Toji yanks you back with the harsh tug on the leash. “All sluts like you need to be fucked like one. Don’t worry your pussy will get used to me. After all, I’m already balls deep inside you.” He chuckles.

Cooing to you, “It’s so adorable watching you struggle trying to get away from me. Maybe I should let you run from me in some woods. I can chase you down with a big knife. Pin you to the trees and make you scream my name. No one could hear you. We wouldn’t have to worry about the cops being called.”

Sobbing to Toji, “I can’t! No, stop!” Tugging on the leash, the collar digs into your neck cutting you off. While Toji mocks you,

“No! Stop! I can’t! What are you going to do about it? Cry and tremble some more as your pussy gets wetter. You’re such a dirty slut that you are getting off on this.” Your pussy quivers around Toji’s cock.

Toji drops the knife onto the bed. Leaning over your body. Your head pressing against his chest. His large massive size and some of his weight pressing on your body whilst his cock is deep inside you.

He says. “Be more honest with yourself, tell me I don’t need to hold back. Cry about how you love it when Daddy gets so turned on by you he can’t help but take what want he wants from his slut.” It didn’t matter how long he stayed still your pussy couldn’t prepare for the way his cock tugs your pussy when he rolls his hips back.

Crying tears blurring your vision of Toji and yourself in the mirror. Begging Toji, “Daddy, you’re too much for me to handle. Please. Please stop moving. You’re cock is too heavy and thick inside me and I-I- fuck please! I can’t fight you off Daddy it isn’t fair!”

He grunts, “You’re tighter when you’re scared of me.” The heaviness of his cock, whilst he drags his cock out. Every fat vein is so prominent, you can feel his thickest vein pulse.

Toji sits up, pausing with the his fat tip spreading your hole. Your lips wrapping around his length, groaning, “Princess you’re bleeding. It’s making your cream pink. Cry for me to stop some more. Better yet try to stop me, take your messy princess glory hole off Daddy’s cock. Most of it’s already out.”

You can’t move your body is too heavy.

He chuckles before cooing, “Adorably pathetic aren’t you, telling me to stop whilst your pussy gets wetter. You like it when big men bully you don’t you? It makes you wet every time I pick on you doesn’t it?” Every harsh slap of your hips jolts your body forward.

The collar and leash pulling you back towards his massive body. Toji moans, “A dirty slut like you get off when getting used. But fuck your pretty little sobs of not being able to take it despite.” His cock slips out and his head pushes against your other slicked up hole.

He groans, “Your daddy forcing his fat cock into your beautiful ass. The way you got your pretty body in that tiny dress I haven’t seen.” You had told him it was a gift from a friend. Not that Toji cared.

Crying to Toji, “Wrong hole Daddy! You can’t fuck! AHNNNN DADDY PLEASE! NO.” His cock spreads your hole open inch by inch. The white hot burning, consuming, sobbing,,

“No! No! Too tight, won’t fit it hurts too much! Daddy’s cock is too big to fit inside my ass!” Whilst trembling underneath him.

He spits, the glob hitting where just his tip is spreading the tight ring of your hole. Toji says, “It’s fucked up how much this is getting me off. Your sobs of pain, the tears in your eyes, slicked up pussy and asshole, you are too much fun not to fuck.” With every word he thrusts come faster, harsher.

Toji’s heavy balls hit your pussy. Loud wet smacks and his heavy, loud groans. He smears the mix of your slick and his spit inside of you with every roll of his hips.

Grabbing your waist, whilst pulling on the leash. The collar pressing on the bruise around your throat. Which you are going to have a hell of a time covering up.

Toji groans, “You’re ass is so tight it’s pulling with my cock. Whilst your pussy drools on my fat balls sack. It’s so full of cum I could fill your ass up and have enough for a second fat load for your pussy.”Slapping your ass roughly, the chains wrapped around his wrists adding more weight to his hits.

Pulling you up by the collar around your neck. Your blood, stinging back against Toji’s chest. You look so helpless in the mirror, bloody, sweaty and crying. Whilst held against Toji’s massive bloody body.

Grabbing your hips, using his hold to slide you up and down his cock. He groans, “Feels so fucking good taking your ass how I want.” Reaching around and rubbing your clit.

A fiery ache consumed your whole body. Whilst intense pleasure cuts through the fiery pain. Toji pushes all four of his thick fingers past your lips, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

Calloused rough fingers rub your sensitive spot building the pressure in your gut faster than you can comprehend. The loud slick wet sounds of Toji finger fucking your pussy turning you on more.

Moaning to Toji, “Daddy! Too much!” His fat cock roughly rubbing your soft walls. Whilst every upward grind of his hips at the end of every thrust stirs your guts.

His thick cock and fat fingers stretches the skin between both holes thin. As pain and pleasure fight for dominance with you. Whilst you switch between fighting the sensations and soaking in them.

Grabbing Toji’s thick veiny arm, digging your nails in and trying to tug his hand away. Whilst whining, “It’s too much. Stop, give me a moment to fuck can’t think. Please it’s too much for me to ughh uh uh daddy daddy!” Panic arises within you as you fight against the intense pressure. Which threatens to devour you and leave you shaking.

Toji coos, “Is daddy too much for his princess? Huh you can’t handle this cock? Am I too big for you?” Dragging his nails up your side.

Smirking whilst asking, “But didn’t you beg for me all the way home? Even sucked my cock despite people driving next to us watching at the stoplight.” You couldn’t help yourself. His half hard cock straining against his sweatpants is too mouthwatering.

It wasn’t even five minute into the car ride you were rubbing his outline. Whilst begging to have his cock in your mouth to calm him down. And he gave in within seconds.

Pumping his fingers faster, whilst rubbing your clit “Who is a dirty pervert gets off from having their ass fucked? Say it!” He drops the leash to slap you across the face when you don’t answer face enough.

Grabbing a hand full of your hair, and climbing off the bed. His hold on your hair, hand in your pussy and ass in your cock holding you off the floor. Whilst he walks up to the mirror.

Toji harsh thrusts and his hand holding your pussy gliding your ass along his cock faster. Whilst he grunts, “Look at yourself! Tell me who is the cock whore who is getting off on this dirty old man’s cock.”

Moaning, “slow down can’t! No! Please! Uhhnn daddy! Please I can’t! I CAN’T.” Clawing at his arm desperately, unable to touch the floor, to grab onto anything else. Or to push away from him to help you fight against the pressure building too quickly between your legs.

Toji is intoxicating consuming, dominating. And in his intensity you are losing all sense of self. Whilst you slick trickles down your thighs, creating a wet spot on the floor.

Letting go of your hair and grabbing your thigh, lifting your leg up. He groans, “I can’t get over your pussy take my fingers. And I can’t get enough of seeing my cock sink deeper into your ass. Inch by inch baby I love making you take more than you can handle.”

Toji keeps rubbing your special spot and stroking your clit. Whilst you shake, your eyes rolling back. As he prolongs the your high, refusing to let you come down just yet.

Sobbing loudly, “Don’t! Don’t! Daddy uh uh ah ahhhnnhgggdadddy!” Slowly Toji pulls his fingers out.

He grunts, “Safeword check!” His words go one ear and out the other. And he has to ask again, “Princess Daddy needs to know your safe word, green, yellow or red. Or we are stopping.”

Whining to Toji, “Green! I can be a good girl for you Daddy! I can take it please daddy!” Toji pulls his cock out of your hole, and sets you down on your wobbly legs. His hold on your waist keeping you standing.

Slapping his cock on your cheeks, nudging his head between. Rubbing your puckered hole with his fat tip. Toji says, “You are such a good girl for Daddy. That’s why he can’t get enough of you. Why I love taking care of you, since your soft little holes take care of my cock so well.”

Toji ask, “You cleaned up like I told you too didn’t you?” Sliding his slicked up cock down your slit. Switching between your holes has become one of Toji’s favorite things to do.

It’s so satisfaction of having all three holes throughly fucked. Which makes the annoying process of flushing out to clean up and avoid infection.

You say, “Yes Daddy, I cleaned up for you.” Your asshole is still burning when Toji slips his cock between your thighs. He is long enough that his thick head goes past your thighs. Rubbing your lips and puffy clit with every stroke.

You weren’t walking after this, but he would carry you around. Cradling you to his bare chest since he preferred to walk around nude.

Toji moans, “You’re my good slut always spoiling your Daddy by looking so pretty. And letting me live out my fucked up fantasies.” He turns you around, cupping your ass and lifting you up.

Smiling at Toji and saying, “Thank you for carving your name into me Daddy, I love my new tramp stamp.” Wrapping your legs around his waist. Your pussy on his abs. With the height difference, he has to hold you high on his waist for you to be level with his face.

He groans, “I love you so fucking much!” Kissing your forehead, then your nose. Whilst you wrap an arms around his neck. And drag your nails along his scalp, messing up his dark hair.

Toji’s hair is longer than he normally had it, hanging into his eyes and framing his face. Since he didn’t bother for a haircut on his reason mission, which took three months.

Kissing the tip of his nose. Which he crinkles up as you kiss his nose again. Cupping his face and resting your forehead on his.

Telling him, “I love you too Daddy, I want to start a family with you. You can make me a mommy by stuffing me full of your cum. This isn’t just in the moment kind of talk. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

He smirks, “You look like I’ve already fucked you mindless. Did daddy break his little princess already?” Kissing your lips, which he parts with his own.

Sticking his tongue in your mouth, the soft, slow and deep kiss familiar. Like the rough feeling of his hands on your hips. Or the smell of his soap with a faint hint of cigarette smoke. Even the taste of his favorite beer on his tongue. And how it tastes when it with the flavor of your fruity drinks.

Everything about your boyfriend is familiar, and you treasure it all. Despite having to be without him for up to months at a time. You never

Every lonely day waiting for him is worth the time you got with Toji.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Toji is heavily breathing. Whilst you focus on catching your breath. He reaches down, grabbing his cock and lining himself up.

He purrs, “Daddy can give his princess a baby n’ make you my baby mama. Mm your tits are going to get fatter.” Nudging your lips with his cock head, rubbing himself along your slit.

Begging Toji, “Please stuff me full of cum daddy. I need your fat cock!” A large smirk stretches across his face. Whilst he gives you just the tip. His large hand holding your hips keeping you from taking more.

Toji says, “I thought you needed me to stop, that you couldn’t handle daddy’s thick cock. That it hurt too much.” Pouting whilst looking up at Toji.

Mumbling, “It does but…” You look into his dark eyes whilst telling him, “I’m a cock hungry slut who gets off on her dirty old daddy forcing his cock into tight her unprepped holes. I need you to fuck me like the slut I am please Daddy. Don’t hold back! Break my princess pussy with your fat cock.” He gives you an inch and tells you,

“Beg for the rest. Now that your pretty mouth is being honest with me.” He looks past you at the mirror and bite into his bottom lip.

Glancing over your shoulder to see your backside. His name goes from one side to the other. Whilst other shallow cuts litter your back among large bite marks.

The bites are marks Toji gave you in the bar’s bathroom. Since your dress is backless. And he couldn’t have any other guys getting any ideas whilst you finished you night off with your girls.

It’s because Toji’s watchful eyes the rest of the night went un-disturbed by unwanted creeps underneath Toji’s watchful eyes. As he sat with the drinks. Whilst you danced with your friends within view.

Looking back up at Toji whilst begging, “I’m so lucky to have met you Daddy, you’re the perfect handsome pervert to make my slutty pussy squirt. I want to feel every vein of your throbbing cock. Please stuff my hole full! Please daddy, please. I need you to!” Toji let’s you drop, your clit grinding on the short dark hairs above his cock.

Whining, “Ngggg! Thank you, daddy!” Biting down on his chest whilst he moans. His cock jerking inside you whilst you clench, squeezing him.

Toji ask, “Fuck you really need daddy don’t you? You love daddy so much that you want my babies?” Rolling his hips back and gliding his cock out of your pussy, till nothing but his tip is inside.

Kissing the bite you made before pleading, “Need your babies, please I want to be your cute wifey pregnant with your baby.” Slowly fucking you on his cock as he groans,

“Good thing I got you a ring already. I already know you’re going to say yes to me.” Toji holds you still with his cock deep in your guts. Whilst he walks over to the dresser.

Pulling opening his sock drawer, reaching in and pulling out a small black box. Your eyes widen as you gasp, “Toji! You really want to!” He lifts you up and slams you back down.

Smirking whilst you groan, “I didn’t spend the past few months working my ass off to get you a ring to not be serious. You aren’t the only one who has been thinking about the future. Sorry it took me seven years to realize I have a future with you.”

Holding onto Toji whilst he lets your hip go to open the small box and take the ring out. Which he slips onto your finger as he says, “On the inside it says Daddy’s princess.” Spreading your fingers out on Toji’s chest whilst he cups your cheeks with both hands.

Admiring the sparkling ring whilst saying, “I adore it, thank you daddy! I can’t wait to show it off tomorrow.” Your mind fills with thoughts of Toji in a suit waiting at the end of the aisle.

Toji says, “Princess you can text them but you aren’t leaving this apartment for the next three days. I have to make sure that your pregnant after all you begged me so sweetly for my baby. So we have to be through.” Toji guides your hips slowly. His arms flexing every time he lifts you off his length. Whilst a slick squelching sound of your juices fills the bedroom.

He says, “I need to make sure I cum in you at least three times a day the next three days.” Toji guides your hips slowly. His arms flexing every time he lifts you off his length. Whilst a slick squelching sound of your juices fill the bedroom.

Groaning, “I love hearing how wet she gets.” With nothing else to grab onto but Toji. Whilst he using gravity to make you meet every single harsh upward thrust of his hips.

Wrapping your arm around his neck whilst biting an old scar on his his fat man tit. Sucking on the pale pink skin whilst digging your nails into his back.

Letting go of Toji’s muscular tit, to tell him, “We can spend the next three days naked exploring each other’s bodies like it’s the first time. When my pussy is sore it just makes more sensitive.”

“I can’t wait to see you waddling around the place. Hmm fuck we are going to have to move soon. Get a baby room set up together.” He smirks and groans,

“I’ve always had a thing for milfs. I should have made you one sooner. Mmm fuck I heard your pussy is going to get warmer.” The slapping of skin gets louder as Toji becomes more frantic.

Toji moans, “I don’t think I can stop myself from cumming much longer. I keep getting closer faster every time your pussy feels so damn good. It was so hard not to finish inside you’re ass. And now that I have you soaking pussy squeezing my cock I’m going to bust.”

It had been months of having nothing more than his hand. Pre-gaming while you cleaned up so he can switch between holes could prepare him for how good you feel.

You’re soft, wet pussy so squishy and tight around him. Every single quiver and clench making his toes curl. Whilst his cum spurts deep into your pussy. And he has to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Glancing up at Toji’s orgasmic face with strands of fake hair hanging in his eyes. Which have rolled back showing nothing but the whites of his eyes. While he lets out a loud moan of, “FUCK!” His slack jawed look of bliss gives you pride in how hard you made Toji cum.

Falling back into the bed with you resting on his chest. His cock softening inside of you. Whilst says, “Haven’t busted that good of a nut since the last time I was home. Fuck I missed you and your pussy so much princess.” Slowly lifting yourself off him as you moving to kiss him.

Toji parts his lips whilst you push your tongue past. And his heavy groan whilst you sliding down his cock. Trembling underneath you whilst you smirk into the kiss.

Moments pass until Toji breaks the kiss, grabbing your hips and lifting you off his cock. He sits up, whilst saying, “You can have all the kisses you want after I clean you up.”

Carrying you into the bathroom. Where he sets you on the toilet. Unhooking the leash, and collar from around your neck. Which he sets on the shelves behind you.

Toji then grabs the gauze, rags, a bottle with a cone tip and disinfectant from under the sink. Which he sets everything but the bottle on the counter.

Finishing up, but before you can stand, Toji crouches in front of you. With the bottle in hand, he puts the tip inside of you. Pressing down on the bottle water fills your pussy and drips before Toji pulls his hand away. He says, “I know you flushed yourself out but just to make sure. Daddy worries too much about you. I'm going to get gray hair.”

Setting the bottle aside, then helping you stand up. Guiding you to the sink and holding you steady whilst you wash your hands.

After which sweeps you off your feet and carries you back into the bedroom. Whilst you admire the ring on your finger, before he lays you down on your side.

Pushing you onto your stomach. He heads back into the bathroom, and quickly comes back. And he sits next to you in the bed, pouring disinfectant onto the rag.

He asks, “Are you sure you want to marry me princess? I got off on you telling me no, telling me to stop. It made me feel powerful and excited making you submit to my cock even has you tried to run away from me.”

Gasping as he presses the hand towel to your back. The stinging sharper than the dull ache it had become.

Toji adds, “You’re so bruised and bloody, I love making you like this. I adore how you need me whilst you heal up. It’s even better fucking your sore pussy.” He pauses for a second. And you keep quiet hoping he would continue. Which after a few moments he does.

Telling you, “I can’t stop thinking about how no matter what you said your body still wants me. It’s making me think of the times I’ve thought about what it would like to kidnap you, tie you up and fuck you. I love how scared you look. But fuck never mind it’s whatever.”

His slowly dying habit of brushing aside his insecurities and pretending his worries rearing its head. It had taken five years before he opened up to you. Once he did, he realized he need to have someone listen to him. And for the first time, he understands what it's like to matter to someone.

Your softness rubbing off on him as he learns to be soft with you behind closed doors. Whilst he grew fiercely protective of you, and of the affection you gave him. That he had an issue with you giving your attention to others.

It had taken him a while believe you will always make the time for him.

Telling him, “I could never be terrified of you Toji. It can frighten me by how intense the feelings you create in me are. But that never changes how much I trust and love you. That’s why I’m marrying you.” Toji cleans move down to cleaning your thighs. Then sets the rag to the side. And as you hear the gauze unwrap, you slowly sit up.

Turning around to face Toji whilst you say, “The moment I say red you stop. And you spoil me for causing me for causing me to say my safe word. Which I rarely have to do. I love how scary and dominated you are in bed, only to be sweet and caring afterwards. Your mommy’s handsome good boy always looking out for me.” He bites his lips, looking down at your breasts and then down between your legs.

Wrapping the gauze around your waist. Covering up his name, whilst he dips his head into the crook of your neck. Which he softly kisses along the bruise from the collar.

Lightly pressing on your stomach as he finishes wrapping up your lower back. He lifts his head, asking, “If I’m such a good boy, can Mommy give me a treat? You can sit on my lap and let me suck on your soft tits.” Toji sits next to you, grabbing your hips, pulling you onto his lap. Whilst his cock is getting hard again.

[tickling-giggles]

Sorry if this a little over kill but can you do Lee!karma, with prompts

6,8,12,13,14 from prompt list B?

the ler can be anyone

thx!

You aren’t hardcore

A/N: your good anon, I’ve probably got way worse in my inbox.😭😭

6: “You’re laugh is so cute!”

8: “You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

12: “That was quite a reaction.”

13: “Why are you interrogating me?”

14: “What are we, five years old now?”

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“Where’s karma?” Korosensei asked Irina who had a confused look on her face. “He’s not in the classroom that’s where I last seen him”.

“Hmmm that’s weird” korosensei shrugged off as he immediately went to go look outside to check if he’s outside i one of his spots, as he made it outside he saw Karasuma chilling under a tree typing on his laptop. “Karasuma wh—“ korosensei was cut off. “Don’t worry about it he’s right behind that tree and I just know”

“Weird” was all korosensei could think, walking over to the tree that he was told karma was behind. “Karma?”

“Oh hey teach” karma greeted sounding…off. “Woah is something wrong? you sound different” korosensei acknowledged. “Nah just thinking” karma half heartedly admitted. “Thinking about…?”

“Just thinking about asano and how I wanna just rub something in his face to the point he’s upset or embarrassed” karma continued his sentence. “Very deep thoughts not too surprised but if you want to do that you have to critique yourself academically and Assassin wise”

“What you tryna say teach?”

“Sure you can be cocky but that won’t really get you far” korosensei teased as green stripes appeared on his face, poking karma’s side. Receiving a yelp and a blush look from the red head.

“That was quite a reaction” Korosensei alerted karma that he knows. “Wh-what are you talking about” karma sputtered. “I do have to say karma didn’t really peg you as a ticklish person” Korosensei grinned.

“What the hell are you talking about”

“Also karma you know I know that’s not really what’s wrong with you it must be something recent it can’t be asano the amount of times you or your classmates got under his skin” korosensei explained.

“Why are you interrogating me? I already told you what’s wrong” karma’s face slowly began heating up. “I’m not all I asked was what was wrong that’s all” korosensei poked at his side.

“Stahap that” karma giggled gripping onto every tentacle that tried tickling him. “Wow Karma *sniff* can’t believe you’re wrestling me you’re own teacher” korosensei ‘cried’.

“Well whehen my teacher is trYIHing to thihiCkle me then yes Ihi WIHILL stAhap JEHerk” Karma’s voice squeaking as he slowly began losing his grip. “What aHAre whEEhe FihIve yeEEAHArs Ohold now”

“Well I’m certainly not but~…. If you are implying that I act like one then how dare you karma” korosensei dramatically acted, karma muffled his laughter which was the least he could do. “Oooooooh so it’s like THAT huh?” That’s cool y’know Nagisa told me about your ticklish spots so it doesn’t even matter that your trying to hold it in”karma’s eyes widen to the words that came out of his teacher’s mouth.

“YohOu dOhoN’t kNohOw ShiIHUEt OHOCTOpUhus” karma attempted to hush his laughter. “You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish” korosensei continued to tease him.

“Dohon’t doho that” karma accidentally said outloud. Korosensei was just poking around until he hit karma’s neck.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO THEHEHEHEREEE” karma squealed so adorable

“You’re laugh is so cuteee!” Korosensei cooed blushing at his squeal and laughter.

“NOHOHO IHIHIHITS NAHAHAHAT STAHAHAP IHIHIT”

“YOHOHOU STUHUPID OCTOHOHO YAHAHAHAHA” karma jumped an octave as korosensei wiggled under his arms as well lmao poor karma😭😭.

“This is SOO adorable”

“MEHERCHEHEHE MERCEHEHE I YEHEHEILD STAHAHAP” Karma pleaded.

“Okay okay don’t wanna kill you before I explode the earth” korosensei chuckled as he stopped.

“Ohoho ihehe am sohoo getting yohou back” karma giggled out.

“Yeah yeah if you can catch me in mock 20” korosensei snickered handing karma a bottle of water.

[lilxberry]

Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

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“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

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The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

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You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

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“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

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Gosh dang do I love this man

That is all

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Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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[glowingbadger]

I'd like to order a number 24 with Luxord and a female reader please

Ohoo, a most interesting concept dear Friend Anon, and I don't think I've ever written Luxord before- which is a shame, cause he's an absolute babe.

As always happens with characters I don't get to write as often, I got carried away and this is super long lmao. No one's gonna read my semi-dark fic about a side character from a twenty year old franchise with no recent new content but y'know what they say about writing smut: the most important thing is to have fun! :D

Obviously, big TW for the non-con themes in this one!

Luxord (Kingdom Hearts) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #24 - Consensual Non-Con

NSFW 18+ V

You've lost- handily, at that, never even stood a chance. Having been dealt mediocre cards was one thing, but the absolute impossibility of parsing Luxord's mood and thoughts, of anticipating his moves, is another entirely. You like to think that lacking a heart gives him an unfair advantage, but even among his comrades, he's uniquely difficult to read. He had given no quarter, and now he seeks to take his prize.

Black leather glides smooth up your curves as Luxord's hands run along your hips and waist, admiring your exposed body beneath him. You scowl back up at those cunning eyes, your cheeks flushed more with frustration than embarrassment. He's seen your body before, after all- it had become his preferred prize after a soundly earned victory. Yet that doesn't stop you from twitching anxiously when his touch caresses up your inner thigh.

Luxord leans close from his position above you on all fours. You catch your breath- his lips are so near, you can feel his breath on your cheek. On instinct, your hands bolt up to his shoulders, shoving at his stronger frame. He barely moves, in fact, he responds with a low chuckle.

"Come now, I know the rules," he says with audible amusement, "Have I ever once tried to seize a prize I hadn't earned?"

"You- Nnh-!" you bite on your lip as two leather-clad fingers graze along your lower lips. Another laugh, and he takes a moment to remove and set aside his gloves.

"I propose another wager."

"Haven't you won enough?" you mutter, your tone harsh and bitter, your eyes narrowed into a glare.

"Oh, but this is your favorite game, Y/N. Though, to memory, you've yet to win a single match," he adds with a smirk. Your face burns a deeper crimson as you begin to glean his intent. His fingers are gently pressing into your folds, teasing your entrance until they're slick enough to easily push into you.

"Wha- what do I get... if I win?" you force the words out, if nothing else to distract yourself from the two digits expertly pulsing into your clinging pussy.

"If you can last three minutes without cumming, then that is where we will conclude our evening together. You are free to go, and we will only play again when you expressly request it of me."

It's appealing, to be certain- to be free of the humiliation of being made a Nobody's plaything, a momentary amusement, barely a night's distraction from an existence of emptiness.

"...And if you win?" you say, speaking only when you feel you can without letting slip a sigh or moan. His fingers stroke you deep inside, slowly thrusting, massaging your inner walls at a languid and erotic pace. Yet that infuriating grin- that never changes, never falters.

"If I win, you are mine for the night. All of you," his spare hand traces his fingertips along the curve of your bottom lip, "even these."

You whip your head to the side, turning from his touch.

"Well?" Luxord prompts. You groan irritably, every muscle in your body tensed. Then, though you refuse to meet his eyes, you mutter,

"Fine. Three minutes, right? Easy."

You grit your teeth, your jaw tight as you hold your voice steady.

"Three minutes, starting now."

"You've- you've been touching me for at least a minute already!" you spit back at him. His tone is light and playful in response,

"Ah, but my dear, you had not yet accepted the terms. The game cannot begin without the rules in place, no?"

With that, and a wave of his free hand, a sand-timer appears on a table beside the bed. You glance at it for a moment, willing the sand to descend faster as you watch.

Then, without warning, his fingers curl up against some incredible spot, and you gasp, your body arching up from the sheets.

"Ngh-! Ba... bastard!" you snarl, even as you've begun to pant for breath beneath him. Luxord gives no reply, merely watching you with that same impenetrable gaze while his fingers work expertly inside of you. The digits mercilessly stroke that same spot over and over, and you bite hard on your lip to keep your focus. Arousal gushes from your needy hole, welcoming him deeper despite yourself. He knows your body too well, details memorized in the throes of prior victories, long nights when he'd taken his pleasure and viciously granted you your own.

Your toes curl as you plant your feet hard against the mattress, bracing yourself, willing yourself to endure this. Luxord leans close once more, his lips drawing towards your neck.

"My, you're holding out longer than usual," he speaks softly, the brush of his lips and the graze of his beard at your throat sending a shiver through you, "What a shame it will be if I'm made to do without tonight."

"Fu... fuck off..." you groan, even as your thighs begin to tremble, tensing in around his hand. Luxord's laugh tickles the skin of your neck.

"Not to worry, regardless of the result, I will honor our agreement," his fingers push apart slightly, granting you just a taste of that pressure, the stretching feeling that reminds you of how his cock fills you, "Still, it seems tragic to leave your body without what it so clearly craves."

"Shut your- mmh..! Fuck, do-don't-!" his thumb nudges gently at your clit, and a jolt rushes up your center. His fingers continue rubbing you inside as he toys with the achingly sensitive little bud. And though he's quiet now, perhaps focused entirely on his efforts, Luxord's words had done their damage. Your mind is flooded with the memory of him pinning you to his bed, your drooling pussy welcoming him as his hips rolled and swayed against you. Of nights spent as an outlet for his appetite, used over and over until you'd dripped with his release, boneless and exhausted on his bed.

Your body is burning, your legs shaking. Heat builds tense at your core, longing for relief. You glance at the timer beside the bed, and while you can't place an exact number, you think you may have no more than a minute left. But your obvious desperation doesn't go unnoticed. Luxord directs you with a hand to look him in the eye.

"Do you know what I'm most looking forward to, Y/N?"

You can't possibly reply- you're panting, gasping, all of your focus on keeping yourself from bucking your hips against him, seeking his touch.

"I'm looking forward to tasting these beautiful lips at last," he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded as he watches your expressions, "I've always found that little rule of yours rather vexing. To think that tonight, I'll finally claim the one part of you that you've kept from me all this time... Ahh, yes- that's it, just let yourself feel it."

"No-!" you whimper, then bite down on your knuckle- it's no use. With a final shaky moan, your head tilts back, and your climax washes through you. There's no way to conceal it from Luxord- he would know by the familiar way your cunt squeezes and spasms around his fingers, so you don't even try. Besides, you don't want to consider what he may do if he felt you'd cheated at one of his beloved games.

"Pity, you were so close, too," he says in mock-sympathy over the sound of your unsteady breath. You're still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm as he pulls his fingers from you, this last moment of friction forcing a whimper past your lips.

You watch through hazy eyes as he straightens his back, kneeling over you. Never turning his eyes from the sight of you helpless beneath him, Luxord drags down the zipper of his usual black coat, then opens the front of his trousers to free his cock, clearly noticing the way your eyes fix on it. With a knowing smirk, he pumps his length in hand once, then again, until you regain yourself enough to force your gaze away. Then, leaning over you once more with a hand on the bed beside you and the other cradling your face, he says softly,

"Look at me, Y/N. That's right, just like that," his grin curls into something sadistic as he shifts closer, his hips fitting between your thighs, "I do so enjoy it when you look at me like that. All that rage, that defiance- it only heightens the thrill of victory."

With that, he presses his lips to yours, forceful yet purposeful. His tongue firmly toys with yours, and he tilts his head, kissing you against the bed until your head is spinning with this new, forbidden sensation. Without parting from you, he presses his cock to your heat, and you gasp at the sudden pressure of the tip parting you around him. You grab onto the front of his coat where it hangs open around his sturdy chest, and with weak and heavy arms, you try to push at him once more. Only now does he release you from his lips, uttering a low and haughty laugh that sets your hair on end.

"Fight me all you like, my dear. Conquest without struggle is so very bland, after all."