#stay safe and be prepared i love you all <3 goodnight i will see you in the morning

[sometimesanequine]

reminder that my askbox is open and empty and that if you want a silly horse to cheer you up send something and I'll draw you something funny

[mikamii25]

In his arms (Chuuya fic)

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff! <3

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem reader!

Summery: You get to go home from work at the PM early, but Chuuya has to stay, and it’s already late. It’s time to go to bed, but you can’t help but miss him. You miss being in his arms.

Word count: 715

more under cut!

“it’s so cold” you say as you hop into bed. You wished he was here with you. God how you wished Chuuya was here. I mean.. you were able to go home from the P.M. early, but it sucked that Chuuya had to stay and go on yet another long mission, that would most likely last all night. All you wanted was him, and that’s all you could think about all you think about. All you could think about were the nights when Chuuya held you close, in a tight embrace, warm and cozy under the covers after a long day at work. The moonlight Shining through the curtains and the wind howling quietly in the night. You missed him a lot. You closed your eyes as you began to think about that night…

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“hey babe, I’m home” he said, taking his jacket off and placing it in the coat rack, along with his hat. “Oh, hey Chuuya! I missed you!” You said while walking over to the door to greet him. “God… how do you keep getting let out early? Does mori hate me or something?? Ugh- that bastard. Just can’t catch a break, can I”

You giggled, then spoke again. “I guess not, but im sure he doesn’t hate you. You’re just so good on missions, that’s all. Your good at your job” he giggles a bit “yeah, I know I am, and you are too” he said as he gave you a little kiss on the forehead. “Wow, you made dinner? I thought it was my turn to make something” he spoke while walking over to the kitchen. “Yeah, well.. I knew you were gonna come home a bit late, so I took it upon myself to make dinner instead” you said proudly as you pulled him a chair. Chuuya spoke once again “God, I’m so lucky to have such a sweet girl like you to come home to”

You both sat down at the table and ate the food you prepared. The both of you happily talked about your day, enjoying each other’s company. Afterward, he went to go take a shower and you, who had already took one earlier, grabbed a book you were reading and hopped in bed. About 20 minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas and hopped in bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, then spoke quietly. “I’m so glad to finally be in bed with you. Been waiting for this all day, darlin'…. Work sucks"

I know it does.. trust me" you say, before yawning. Work did suck. Long hours and stressful missions, but it’s what you had to do. I mean, it wasn’t that bad since you were with Chuuya. He was good at protecting you on missions, even if he knew you could handle yourself. “Well, goodnight love” he said with a soft voice before fluttering his eyes shut. You began to feel your eyes become heavy, so you closed your eyes as well. Safe and sound, in your sweet boyfriend’s arms.

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thinking of that night made you want Chuuya even more already, but you began to feel your eyes get heavy, so you fluttered them shut. Clutching onto the covers for warmth as you slowly fell asleep. Still so cold and alone.

an hour later, the door to the house opens, then shuts. Then the door to the room. He threw his stuff in the room and began to undress. Taking off everything except his plain button shirt. Then sliding in bed next to you. He places a warm kiss on your forehead as he speaks. “Hey darlin'.. I’m sorry I couldn’t be home sooner"

he then wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and sleepy embrace. He watches your face light up slightly in your sleep. It seems you have realized that your boyfriend Chuuya is here, even though you’re asleep. God how he loved that pretty face of yours. It made him feel so happy to see you like that. He gently placed his hand on the back of your head and gives you another warm forehead kiss. “Sleep well darlin'…. I love you"

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And you both slept well, nice and cozy in each other arms 🧡

[j0hnj4ej3n]

nct dream when you don't say 'i love you' back

word count: 1.2k

warnings: nothing really but let me know if i missed them~

notes: this one took so long to get done but here it is :) hope you guys like it, i’ll be working on some of the requests i already have next so stay tuned for that! in the meantime, take care everyone~

𔘓 Mark:

He tells you he loves you everyday before he leaves the house. And he was greeted with a simple and cheery, “okay bye~” today, instead of the usual, “i love you too”. And Mark’s mind begins to wander, he walks back to peek his head into your shared bedroom. “Babe, i love you,” he says meekly, with his big, round eyes staring at you. You nodded as you offered him the sweetest smile you can pull off and replied, “i know, get to work safely baby”. And Mark frowns, properly entering the room now. “Why aren’t you saying it back?” “What do you mean?” “I said i love you… are we good? Did i do something wrong?” And you don’t have the heart to continue doing this to him. Mark genuinely looks so worried and sad. “I’m so sorry, yes, we’re good. I love you, it was just a prank,” you tell him as you engulf him in a hug. “Dude, pranks are supposed to be funny… you scared me, i thought for sure something was up”, and you can’t help but laugh because Mark was being so cute right now. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek for good measure and you two exchanged another quick ‘i love you’ before Mark leaves for work.

𔘓 Renjun:

"Goodnight, i love you," Renjun tells you as he gives you a peck on the forehead. And you've never heard silence quite this loud. It's so clear he's waiting for a response because this is basically your nightly routine, he gives you a forehead kiss and says 'i love you' and ever since the two of you started dating 3 years ago, you've always said it back. The tension in the air is thick but you stay silent all while trying to hold back laughter. "Do you not love me anymore?" Renjun finally breaks the silence with annoyance laced in his voice. And you let out a chuckle, "You're doing that silly tiktok prank aren't you? It's so old... please". You finally relax in his arms as you let out the laugh you've been holding back. "How'd you know that? You're no fun...." "So are you really not going to say it back? I'm actually about to start getting a little upset," "Aaah, alright alright. I love you too honey, goodnight".

𔘓 Jeno:

Jeno's staring at you cautiously from the doorway, trying his best to gauge your reaction. He can't tell if you're trying to be funny or you're actually actively ignoring him. "Baby?" "Huh?" "I'm going now..." "Okay, see you. Have fun". A pout finds its way to his face, but he tries again. "Thanks. I'm gonna go, I love you," Jeno says as he looks at you as you scroll on your phone on the couch. And he sees you, slightly smiling to yourself and he catches on. Jeno struts over to you and puts both his arms on either side of you, caging you between him and the couch. "Are you not saying it back on purpose?" You look up at him, cautiously now because he's so close to you. "Hm?" "I love you" "I-i love you too" His signature eye smile finds its way to his face as he mumbles a "That's what i thought," before he kisses you and greets you goodbye one last time before properly leaving the house.

𔘓 Haechan:

You're on facetime with Haechan and have been for the past hour when you finally decide to go to bed. "I think I'm going to go to sleep now babe," Haechan hums as he too gets under his covers. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you, sleep well baby." "Rest well baby, goodnight~" You say as you quickly hang up on him, preparing to go to sleep. Just then, your phone vibrates harshly, a facetime call from Haechan flashes on your screen. You frown as you accept the call and before you even ask what's wrong Haechan exasperatedly exclaims, "DO WANT ME TO HAVE A BAD DAY?" Unlike when you hung up mere seconds ago, Haechan is no longer lying down but sitting up with his face close to the camera. "What?!" "Why didn't you say 'i love you' back?!" Your frown slowly morphs into a smile as you chuckle. You were so sleepy you guess you forgot. "I'm so sorry baby, I love you, I love you, I love you! Forgive me?" Haechan sighs dramatically. "I guess that's what happens when you're together for too long... the love is fizzling out" "Our love isn't fizzling out," "Whatever you say..." "I LOVE YOU" "OK ME TOO~ sleep well baby" "goodnight baby"

𔘓 Jaemin:

He is parked outside your faculty building, dropping you off for your class when you decide to pull this prank on him. "I'll come pick you up later too. Have the best day baby, i love you," "Yup, see you later!" You said as you hurried to get out of the car. You go to pull the handle just as Jaemin locks it. "Say it back..." "What?" "I know exactly what you're doing, hurry or i'll drive off!" "Jaem I'm going to be late!" "I LOVE YOU" Jaemin whines loudly as he expresses his (fake) frustration with his whole body. And you've never told him you love him back as quickly as you just did. "Oh my god, you're crazy," you mumble as you gather your things when he finally unlocks the door. "Only for you baby," Jaemin replies with a wink. You shake your head as you lean in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before finally getting out of the car.

𔘓 Chenle:

Chenle feels absolutely betrayed, he isn’t one to be too romantic so when you don't reply to his ‘i love you’, he is already sending a glare your way. “What’s up with you?” “What do you mean?” Chenle only squints at you, “I said I love you” and just to tease him further, you simply respond with an “oh, okay”. But Chenle catches the faint smirk that appears on your face. He lets out a scoff, “Fine, be like that. I will NEVER tell you ‘i love you’ ever again. OVER MY DEAD BODY I-” And before he goes on you cut the prank short and rushes to tackle him in a hug, laughing while apologising. “It was just a prank… of course i love you too” “No, forget it. It’s too late!” Chenle exclaims dramatically as he wiggles out of your hold. But he can’t hide the smile on his face as you continue to trail behind him, promising him you’ll never not say ‘i love you’ back ever again.

𔘓 Jisung:

Jisung is immediately panicking, running through the whole day leading up to this moment, wondering if he said or did something wrong because why did you not say ‘i love you’ back? He stays silent for a while, gathering up enough courage to ask you what's wrong. “Baby? Did I do something to upset you?” “...No, why?” “Then… why didn’t you tell me you love me back?” Jisung’s looking at you like he’s mentally preparing himself for the worst news ever and you already feel so guilty. “I’m sorry… I just wanted to prank you…” Jisung’s expression changes immediately to one of relief, with his hand against his chest as he lets out the breath he was holding. “Don’t do that again… I thought you hated me.” “What? I would never hate you, silly…” “You have to compensate for causing emotional turmoil now,” “What? How?” “Well, i accept compensation in forms of cuddles and kisses :)”

[practically-an-x-man]

💜 for archaegis?

Thank you so much!! I love these two <3

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

How about a pre-Fight Night kiss back in the early days of their relationship?

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He wasn't sure where he found the courage.

They'd shared a few kisses, here and there, but it was all so... prepared. The end of a date out, a brief kiss goodnight as he walked her back to her flat, perfectly expected and typical behavior. Not much outside that. Yet.

It was about the only normal thing about his life, and part of him wanted it to stay that way. It was nice to leave his worries at the door, shove aside the fear that he wouldn't make it to the end of the week, and spend a gentle evening with the woman he found himself quickly falling for. It was nice to pretend he didn't have to fight for his life.

But he couldn't stop her from coming to the fights... and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that either. He wanted to keep those worlds separate, and yet having her there gave him something to fight for. He didn't want her to see that side of him, and yet it was how they'd met. He wanted to keep her away for fear of the higher-ups using their relationship as leverage against him, and yet he couldn't bear to brush her aside. It was a strange sort of paradox, and he hadn't found a way to resolve it.

And one night... that changed.

Rae found him in the alleyway behind the warehouse, as she so often did. Warren had to give her credit for that much - no matter how many fights she witnessed, how many time she'd watched him risk his life, she still came to see him off before the next one.

"Stay safe, okay?" she told him, after pulling him into a quick, tight hug. He tried to memorize every detail of it. Any of these fights might be his last, and he wanted something to hold on to if it was.

He thought he heard her voice waver, just the slightest bit, with that first statement. But by the time she pulled back from the embrace, she seemed to have steadied herself.

"Meet you after the fight." Rae said. It sounded like a promise. It was a promise he wanted desperately to keep.

Before he could psych himself out of it, before he could worry about letting those walls between normalcy and desperation crumble, Warren ducked in and kissed her.

If this would be the night he finally went out, at least he'd end on a high note.

[silkendandelion]

Mirage In The Desert - Chapter 2 (3 Months Later)

Summary: Not everything is peaceful in paradise, and the circumstances of their relationship breed problems. Crocodile decides their relationship is not to last.

Rated Explicit for sexual content, mild violence, unsafe situations. Ongoing, will cover the Alabasta Arc. Cross-posted on Ao3, same username. Send me a DM: yell at me, send flowers. Cheers.

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No one disobeyed Crocodile.

“I’ve never heard Mr. 0 that angry before, River. You might be calm but luckily for you, I worry enough for the both of us. So I declare, my Mr. i, that I refuse to let you go,” Bon Clay said as the former lit his cigarette, eyes fixed outside the window of the carriage.

“Mr. 2, you’re worrying for nothing. If he was going to have me killed for changing the plan or mouthing off, he would have done it months ago.” He exhaled the smoke out the window.

“I think he’s waiting for the perfect moment. And how about now when you’re so calm! At least let me take you to your front door. I don’t want you walking from the city limits anymore.”

“My home reveals my identity, you know we can’t go there. Rainbase is already a bit revealing but it’s a bit late for that.”

“I’ll bear the burden of your secret if it means you’re safe. Does your rich boyfriend know what kind of danger you’re in? Take me to him, I’ll make sure he can protect you with a little friendly sparring. I swear it’s friendly, I won’t even gloat when I beat his ass red and steal you away. Don’t laugh, why are you laughing? I’m completely serious.” Bon Clay smiled when they got their partner to do the same, finally looking relaxed rather than calm.

“That’s a beautiful smile, River baby.”

“I’ll call you if I have any problems… Ah, you have a gray hair.” He pointed.

“WHAT?!”

“Kidding! Goodnight, Bon Clay!” River said as he climbed out of the carriage, waving.

“What a mess… I hope he’s all right.” ____ ___ __ __

Even at night Rainbase managed to breathe and dance, filled with late nights bars and stalls of street food that tempted those who were stumbling back to their hotels with arms around their lovers. River stopped for a quick snack but was caught by a familiar merchant that knew his love of gold almost surpassed his love of jewels.

He smiled at him, waving him over. “Headed home, River? Come by real quick, we’ve had such a slow day and we missed you.”

“I know that isn’t true. But I have some time.” River showed his teeth, glad to be distracted from his side job by the sparkling tray of jewels the merchant produced from a glass case. He held up a pair of earrings inlaid with emeralds and sapphires, turning them to catch the light.

“These are new, I was saving them for you.” He looked around the shop. “Crocodile’s not with you tonight? It’s strange not to see you together.”

River's mouth twitched, frown almost imperceptible before it became his winning smile. “I had work tonight, I’m afraid. I won’t see him until later.”

“I have these for him, and I can have them sized and delivered in the morning—” His voice rattled on but River was only barely listening, gazing into the case.

“I’ll take that fountain pen. It’s beautiful, let me have that and the earrings. I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat, the day was long.”

“Of course. I’ll wrap these up.” The merchant prepared a satin box for both his purchases, receipt written but stuck to his outstretched hand when he paused. River was distracted, turned to stare at another display when the merchant spied a peculiar stain behind his ear.

Is that blood?

Dried and smeared to the back of his earring, it certainly looked like blood. He didn’t know what the islander did for work, he didn’t care to know too much about his customer’s outside their preferences, but that definitely looked like blood, perhaps he hurt himself, he should say something. So why couldn’t he speak?

“Something on my face?” River’s flat voice snapped him back. He took the receipt and managed a courteous smile despite how cold his eyes had looked, staring passed the merchant’s face and into his cells.

“Good—goodnight, River. Tell Crocodile I said we miss him.”

“Saludos.” ____ ___ __ _

In Crocodile’s suite, the warlord leaned back at his desk, blowing smoke to the ceiling as he listened to the voices in the hall. He could hear River, no doubt trying to assuage the servants that had tried to bring him dinner and were rejected, probably too harshly but he wouldn’t apologize. He’d dismissed Miss All Sunday as well for the evening already and would not be disturbed.

“I’ll take dinner, yes that would be wonderful, thank you. No worries.” He heard the door to the foyer shut, the gentle thud of River resting on the wood.

“Don’t yell at them. It’s a wonder they still feed you,” River called loudly throughout the quiet apartment, and Crocodile could feel his jaw threatening to cut his cigar in half.

“I see the walk did nothing to cool your head. Come here.” He said slowly, measuring each word to control his own temper. River gently set his package on a nearby table but went to the study without hanging his coat or removing his shoes.

“Sit down. I’ve spent the afternoon cleaning up your mess.”

He took his time coming to sit in the chair across from the enormous desk while Crocodile smoked and collected his thoughts. They didn’t ever waste time, it wasn’t like them, and the silence made him itch.

“Your orders were to kill him—”

“—and I refused—”

“—I didn’t give you permission to speak!” The outburst quieted him though he refused to shrink back even as his stomach flipped.

“Every time you have refused an order and come back to this house was because I allowed it. Your position within this organization is conditional upon your performance, the terms of our agreement are conditional upon your employment, Mr. i—”

“—Don’t call me that. I am—”

“—you are still a part of Baroque Works whether you want to leave your naive little head in the sand or not. The spirited way you have conducted yourself up until now ran its course the moment you jeopardized—” He stopped before he could say too much, breathing through his nose before beginning again, slower. “You have your orders and if you cannot follow them, you will return to Oasis. Is that understood?”

“And you’ll remove the protection from my island?”

“Choose your next words. Very. Carefully.”

“I don’t think you will.”

Crocodile’s chair scraped across the floor and River shot up to flee but was snagged, the grip on his arm keeping him in place.

“How’s that?”

“Because if you were going to kill me, you would have done it already—” The gleam of Crocodile’s golden hook shone in his eyes but he didn’t move. Neither of them moved. He stared passed the weapon, up to his face.

“You know I won’t harm you, Crocodile. I love—I love…” He swallowed as the warlord watched his face.

”...how we talk for hours, the way you look at me, how you touch me. I’d die for you, I would kill for you. But I won’t kill just because you ordered it.”

Crocodile released him and they remained scant steps apart. “You don’t know the extent of our circumstances, River, and you can’t. Everything we do has a purpose.”

He didn’t ask if he trusted him, he knew too well that the two of them were more intertwined than was ever part of the plan. Maybe if either of them had ever been well-adjusted young men, they could have predicted that sharing food, poetry, and secrets would turn into love. If the past year in Alabasta wasn’t River’s first time off the island, he might have resisted the fall. And if Crocodile had ever seen someone look at him with the type of affection that required no kind of exchange, he would have shown more self restraint. His tongue refused to form the words but he needed River to know he’s never felt warmed by only a voice, never felt cold from anyone’s absence. That he never had a taste for wine before he tasted it from his lips.

Maybe if either of them had ever been in love before they might have been better at it.

“Do you want me? Even still?” River said quietly, not letting him look away.

“You caused me a lot of trouble today.” He tried to scold him even as he held the smaller jaw and pressed them together for short kisses.

“I won’t apologize.” River felt a nip to his ear.

“Never apologize for your principles. You’re beautiful when you’re fired up.”

“Would you like to join me in the bath?”

“I have different plans for you. I’ll give you 10 minutes.” River shivered when the promise spoken against his neck was followed by a shadow of teeth.

On time to the second by the watch in his pocket, Crocodile entered the bedroom, finding a seat across from the edge of his bed. His dutiful lover was already waiting, the ends of his hair damp and sticking to his skin where his pulse was thumping. He watched him with silence save for the strike of a match and deep, even breaths. River squirmed, the impatient one, having been instructed to wear only his lover’s shirt and lay on the bed. He had a suspicion of what Crocodile wanted, but even if he submitted he would make the warlord work for his pleasure.

“Let’s begin.” Crocodile breathed smoke from his mouth, making no move to rise from his seat or remove his clothes. He would let his rebellious lover squirm and beg with no answer, a punishment that would soothe his wounded ego and please just as sweetly.

“Touch yourself,” He said and River’s hand went for his half-hard cock—

“—not there.” Crocodile exhaled, watching his hand skirt slowly back up his torso, uncoordinated and indecisive.

“Why are you acting shy? Take your pleasure. We both know you want the attention. Do not lie to me, beautiful, even with your body.”

“Tch. And I thought you appreciated my coquettish act.” He scoffed, pointedly ripping his borrowed shirt open and brushing away the fallen buttons.

“Point: Act.” He ashed his cigar as River laved his tongue over his own fingers, bringing them down to twist and pull his favorite nipple. His other hand reached back to the pillows to find a hidden bottle of lubricant.

“Sneaky. How long has that been there?”

River deliberately ignored his question to fumble with getting the bottle open. One hand continued to abuse his own nipples while the other circled his hole. He moaned, almost forgetting he was supposed to be performing while he slipped a finger inside himself, content to massage his walls and make indulgent circles and pinches to his rapidly reddening nipples.

“Don’t forget your primary task.” The gravel of Crocodile’s voice made him shiver, hurrying to press a second finger inside. He spread himself thoroughly to hungry eyes but the angle made it too difficult to graze his prostate in any meaningful way. Every tug to his rim made his cock ache, his stomach doing flips when he met the golden gaze that seemed to reach out and play with his body even without hands. The flush of being watched was hot on his face and neck, down to his dark nipples, shiny and forgotten when he got up on his knees to better angle his hand.

“Do not—”

“—Crocodile, please!” He gasped out, exposing himself completely when he arched hard, knees wide like arrows to where he was fucking himself hard on three fingers but couldn’t quite get there. Lube squelched loud in the too-hot room, bubbling around where he was most open and flushed, dick hanging beneath him and leaking a tiny puddle onto the sheets. His moans devolved into frustrated whimpers that had Crocodile reaching down to adjust the erection that tented the front of his slacks.

“Hush, pet. Get a hold of yourself.” He tried to appear disinterested as he ashed his cigar but the breath he took still stalled.

River’s frustrated cry made his dick throb and he played with a stitch on the armchair to prevent opening his zipper. He almost relented, reaching down to squeeze the base of his erection and blowing smoke from his nostrils. It was different with a familiar lover. The tension was sweeter to be caressed by the memory of the man he knew so well and yet have to keep his distance. If he focused he could scent him even over the cigar, or recall the give of pectorals under his teeth, the feeling of his slick skin under his palm as the other man bounced himself stupid on his cock.

That’s an idea. He thought.

“Stop. If you can’t please yourself, how can you expect to please me?”

He watched him roll onto his back, making sure his voyeur could see the way his hair draped over the foot of the bed, heated gaze staring at him from under wet eyelashes. “I don’t want to cum without you inside me. Please, Crocodile.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” He lied.

“I only need it to take me across this room.” The earnestness in his eyes, unable to deny how much he wanted, had Crocodile standing up so quickly he spilled the ashtray on the floor. Unprepared to be grabbed, River flailed with little grace and was deposited on the desk. The change of scenery was enough to break the spell, removing the coquettish veil he used to cause a reaction.

“Huh? Oh, this is fine. I thought you were dragging this out—ah!” He gasped, suddenly breached by two thick fingers that deliberately skirted his prostate.

“Get on with it, Crocodile, I’m already prepped.” He squeezed, trying to trap the hand inside him. “You were watching, I thought, or did you get hard from a daydream? Was it about me?”

Crocodile stood up straight suddenly, letting his full height loom over him and speak the disparity of their bodies. His eyes hyper-fixated on the bob of River’s swallow, predatory gaze finding a sweat drop trying to flee. He captured it with a swipe of his wide tongue, pleased at the whimper that vibrated against his lips.

“Have it your way, beauty. If you think that’s what you want.”

He was on him instantly, long legs pushed open almost too wide to accommodate the warlord’s wide torso, breath hitching when a jeweled hand gripped his collar and pressed him flat to the desk.

“Crocodile—“

“Quiet.” He bullied further into his space and at this distance he could see the way his pupils were blown out, lips barely parted in anticipation of his wrath. They remained unwavering, never flinching, even when Crocodile rubbed his thumb over the thin flesh covering his pulse point, feeling it flutter and twitch in a frantic arousal that vaguely mimicked fear.

“Do you ever listen to what you say or do you just like the sound of your own voice?” His words were punctuated by the grind of his cock against River’s open hole, a threat answered by a whine when he felt it catch. Crocodile’s big hand clamped around his jaw, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Put this smart mouth to good use and make that sound again. Scream for me.”

River howled as he was entered finally, head thrown back against the desk, feeling their hips pressed flush only for a moment before Crocodile set a hard rhythm. He gripped his thigh, hook keeping him spread wide, each pitch aimed expertly at his prostate. River moaned until he ran out of air and could only hiccup, murmuring incoherently among the sound of Crocodile’s golden belt buckle clinking against his thigh. A particularly hard thrust had him almost tumbling off the counter, the break in their rhythm letting him fill his lungs and wail as he was yanked back on to the cock that bullied his insides. He had no leverage on his back, nothing to do except moan, pinned helpless and feeling his orgasm come up on him too fast.

“I’m, uh, muh, Croc, p-please. I’m gonna—ah!” Crocodile brought his hand down on his flank with a crack, a reminder that he wasn’t allowed to make any more demands.

He tries to hold on, frantically sucking in air and stuttering out fragments of words, but his orgasm demands he clamp down on Crocodile’s cock, painting his chest in streaks as his voice breaks. Crocodile fucks him through it without breaking their rhythm, and he feels his dick give a valiant twitch at the image of his larger lover panting above him, strong white teeth bared as he wrecks him.

“Color.” He rumbles and River feels the air burn as he sucks it into his tired lungs.

“Green—oh!” Crocodile’s cock leaves him without warning, his insides throbbing with the memory of their coupling. The world tilts as he’s flipped, now bent over the desk. He manages to plant his feet and look down, seeing his own cock hang soft beneath him. It drags dribbles of cum on the dick seeking entrance, and he feels Crocodile mumble an apology as they slip together again. A leather shoe bumps River’s bare foot to have him spread his legs more, and he wonders in the fog when he lost his house shoes.

Behind him, Crocodile drives forward like he never left. Drops of sweat run off his nose and chase the dimples on his lover’s back. He thinks to check if River has regained his erection, but the way he moans, hips bucking back against him is his answer. Instead, he grabs around his neck so they’re pressed back to chest, thrusts slowing to grind deep and savor how every hit makes him ripple on his cock. He presses kisses to his ear, surrounded by his smell as River reaches back to keep their faces close and breath each other’s air.

“You don’t mean to upset me, do you—”

“—no no no, Crocodile—”

“—no, you don’t. Because you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“I want to be good for you,” River moans, and he feels the gasp in his ear when he clenches down particularly tight.

“You are good for me, feel so good. One more time. Come on.”

Oh. Crocodile feels him clamp down, and the pulsing of River’s hole tells him he’s coming on the desk below them. He moans into the smaller man’s shoulder, feeling his hands shake as he comes inside him enough to overflow and leak from his swollen rim. Crocodile’s grip doesn’t relent until he’s spent every drop, depositing a kiss on his cheek before he peels them apart. The squelch of their separation and their panting almost feels louder than the sex in the suddenly quiet, humid room.

“If I was anyone else I’d definitely be pregnant,” River said, laughing breathless when Crocodile pinches his leg. He looks back to see the warlord has sat himself in his desk chair, pants still open and attempting to look not so out of breath.

“… Maybe it’s because I’m laying on it—” River said as he uses the furniture to keep from slipping to the floor. “—but I think you scratched the desk.”

Crocodile waves him off as he lights a new cigar. “Not important.”

He puffs slow circles to the ceiling as his eyes slip closed. The sudden sound of running water brings him back and he sees a naked River bundling his hair to the top of his head. Curse him for slipping away so silently, it made Crocodile nervous.

“Come on. I need another bath.” ____ ___ __ _

Recently, he’s let the Oasin stay more often than not in his bed, especially after taking their pleasure. On nights like these, a clear sky and moonlight illuminating his skin, the difference in their bodies is never more apparent. Crocodile runs his hand up the knobs of his vertebrae, admiring the curves of his shoulders that were meant for dance, not violence. A year ago, he worried about the harvest, the schedule of the tides, was the wash still on the line when it looked like rain. Tonight he was beneath him, taking his pleasure, and damp from a bath that washed him of a stranger’s blood. Both were at his own behest, and Crocodile felt his stomach swim with a familiar nausea. He’s taken this too far. River loved a version of him he was allowed to see. He knew his past and shared his books but was barred from the secrets right below his nose, behind the veil of Baroque Works. The coup was coming, and Crocodile had 28 days left to hold onto this warmth.

When he replaced his missing hand with a weapon he wondered if it would curse his touch to forever cause pain. And until now that was never a problem. But he was too close to the end, to his goal to change for one man.

You are an indulgence, River. Brought to Rainbase by extortion and forced into my employment to keep wildcards off the board. When all hands have been shown, you will return to your little island and realize that you hate me. Oasis will be sparred, as per our agreement. And we will become a memory you prefer to forget.

That is how it must be.

[applejuicebegood]

MMMM Youtube Christmas Content!!

Yo! I did this last year and I would like to very much attempt it again. This is a curated list of youtube links for different Christmas-y content, free on Youtube. Because sometimes the music and the movies aren't enough. To everyone who see's this and celebrates Christmas, I hope that you have a wonderful holiday whether by yourself or with some loved ones. And to everyone who might see this who dose not celebrate, please enjoy your winter break and stay safe out there.

Christmas ASMR

ASMR Mrs. Claus Tucks You In (blanket sounds, bedtime stories) - Goodnight Moon

ASMR Doing Your Holiday Party Makeup (fast & aggressive-ish) -Goodnight Moon

ASMR Christmas Decoration Shop (Over-explaining trigger, Whispering) - Goodnight Moon

ASMR Christmas Eve Tucking You In (bedtime stories) - Goodnight Moon

ASMR Christmas Eve Party (gossip, unwrapping gifts) - Goodnight Moon

ASMR Celebrity Personal Assistant: Winter Evening - Goodnight Moon

ASMR Christmas Eve Party - Goodnight Moon

Making a Christmas Wreath | Cinematic ASMR (no talking, quiet sounds) - Moonlight Cottage Asmr

The Ghost of Christmas Present | A Christmas Carol ASMR Collab (feat. Tinglesmith & Wanaria) - Moonlight Cottage Asmr

North Pole Wrappery 🎁 ASMR Christmas Gift Wrapping Service Role Play - Bluewisper

ASMR 🎄❄️ Christmas in Skyrim 🦌 Helping the Jarl with Saturalia Preparations (writing sounds) - Aen Ani Asmr

Silly lill Holiday Vids

chrimas tiktoks ❄️☃���🎄🧑‍🎄🦌🛷🌨️ - AlextheGender

The War on Christmas: A Measured Response - Hbbomberguy

The Grim Dystopia of A Christmas Prince - Jenny Nicholson

All I Want For Christmas | The Basement Yard #272 - The Basement Yard

GINGERBREAD HOUSE BUILDING CHALLENGE - Markiplier

3 Scary CHRISTMAS Games - Markiplier

Christmas/Winter Ambiance

Christmas Music From Another Room - Relaxing Christmas Ambience with Muffled Christmas Music - Calmed By Nature

Home Alone Christmas Party Ambience | Christmas Music From Another Room - Calmed by Nature

Cozy Christmas Coffee Shop Ambience with Soft Jazz Christmas Music, Crackling Fire, & Cafe Sounds - Calmed By Nature

Winter Ambiance ❄️ - Relaxing Music for Inspiration - Blue Turtle

🎅 snowy christmas days. 🎄 [lo-fi hip hop / jazzhop / chillhop mix] (Study/Sleep/Relax music) ❄ - Feardog

santa's toy co. 🎅 christmas lofi mix - The Jazz Hop Cafe

This Christmas has been hard for me, but these videos have helped. I really hope that they can do the same for some others who may be suffering under the heel of seasonal depression. Have a Happy Christmas, or try too. And if you can't, that's ok. We don't have to be ok just because it's Christmas. But if we can make it to this point, we can make it through another year. Stay safe, everyone who reads to this point, and may these goofy vids bring just a bit more comfort this holiday season. :0!!!!

[goldengoddess]

i worry about you - kaz brekker

request: ok what about kaz sending inej to check up on his s/o every night and then his s/o catches inej one day and confronts kaz about it and he basically admits he gets worried about them and needs to know they’re okay before he lets himself fall asleep

a/n: this was kind of cute and very in character for kaz so i love it <3

warnings: none i think 

at first you hadn’t noticed it. you hadn’t really picked up on the fact that every other night inej would walk you to your room at the slat or that she would knock on your door for something random like, ‘oh what time are we getting up tomorrow morning’. inej’s sudden interest in your nightly routine and nightly where abouts hadn’t made you suspicious, the two of you were good friends after all.

but then, on the nights that inej didn’t stop by your room, you felt like you were being watched. you would pace around your room, open and close the door after checking if someone was standing outside, and you’d make sure the blinds of your windows where closed every night.

then one night, you caught her. maybe she was being clumsy that night or maybe you had been so paranoid recently that you were able to notice the Wraith’s movements.

“inej come out of the shadows please” you had sternly said, your arms firmly crossed across your chest.

you heard a small sigh and then suddenly inej materialized from the shadows. she wore a sheepish grin like a child who was caught taking candy after dinner.

“hey y/n what are you doing here” she lightly joked.

you almost let yourself smile, this girl. but you kept your fake stern face on, “inej, what are you doing in my room? it’s almost midnight and i saw you like an hour ago.”

she let out another sigh. she thought for a moment. and the spoke, “look i was just checking in on you. you seemed sort of down at dinner and i wanted to make sure everything was okay, honestly.”

you had let yourself smile at her then. it was so sweet that she had noticed.

really, you had been bummed out all night because kaz seemed to be in and even worse mood than usual and his moods always affected yours.

“i’m okay inej, just an odd night. i appreciate the fact that you checked in, but for future reference, i’m perfectly okay if you decide to use my door like a normal person”

she grinned while walking backwards to your window, “you know that’s not my style y/n.” and then she flipped out the window like the spider she was.

but that wasn’t inej’s last visit. and she didn’t use the door like you’d told her too. now that you knew to look out for her, it was easier to notice when she slipped into your room and then slipped out.

she’d stay for a couple of seconds and then leave. in and out like a ghost, leaving no trail of her being there. but now that you’d seen her you couldn’t un see her. and this wasn’t some friendly check in, you weren’t sad or in a bad mood every night. and she came into your room every night.

after about two weeks of this weird unexplainable routine of inej’s, you decided to say something.

you were sitting on your bed reading when you let out an exasperated sigh and closed the book. you blew some hair away from your face before saying, “saints inej please come out.”

you got deja vu as she walked out of the darkness. “you heard me again?” she said to you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

you shook your head, “i’ve been able to tell every time you’re in here since the last time i caught you. don’t forget you’re not the only spy here Wraith.”

she stayed silent, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“tell me why you’re here. why you sneak into my room every night” you said.

she took a seat on your bed next to you. “i’m checking in on you” is all she gave you.

you threw your hands up in frustration, “why inej. you know i’m fine why do you feel the need to check in all of a sudden. are you okay?”

she laughed at your concern, leaning her head on your shoulder. “im checking in because kaz told me to check in on you.”

you pushed her off of you in shock, “kaz brekker? the kaz that we’re both friends with ? both work with?”

she nodded her head, “the one and only.”

you shook your head in disbelief, “why would kaz ask you to do that?”

she shrugged and pushed herself off the bed, shuffling towards the window. “i’m not sure. he told me to do is a few months ago and-”

“months?!” you interject.

“-and he takes it very seriously. i always have to go upstairs and tell him everything is okay.”

you were confused to say the least, you didn’t understand why kaz would ask inej to check on you every night. so you stayed silent. inej took that as her cue to leave, slipping out the window the same way she had weeks before.

you waited a few minutes. you mulled over your thoughts and memories, looking for any reason that kaz might need to know your location at night. had you done something wrong ? did he suspect you were betraying him? you felt a little hurt at the thought. you and kaz were close, closer than he was with the rest of the crows. he should know that you would never leave the dregs, they had saved your life. kaz had saved your life.

you shook your head and walked out of your room. why not just ask? it couldn’t hurt right? kaz may never give a straight answer in his life but maybe he would tell inej to back off.

by the time you made it to his door you were slightly angry, possibly annoyed. what right did kaz have to spy on you using one of your own friends. was there no such thing as privacy ?

you knocked on the door and waited for kaz’s ‘come in’ to step into his room/office.

he was sitting at his desk, hunched over a couple of accounting books from the crow club. you knew him well enough to know he was double checking every transaction to make sure there were no mistakes.

he looked up and pushed the papers away from him when he realized it was you. “oh y/n, it’s you.”

you huffed and walked over to him, standing in front of his desk. “yeah it’s me. i need to talk to you about something.”

he leaned back in his chair, motioning with his arms for you to go on.

you took a deep breath, “why have you asked inej to check on me every night?”

his eyes went wide slightly, and he sat up straight in his chair. all of his relaxed energy gone.

you went on, “because frankly it’s disrespectful. i don’t do anything that would make you suspicious of me. you know i would never leave or betray the dregs. so why do you ask my friend of all people to check on my location at night time kaz this is an invasion of my space and i can’t-”

“that is not why inej checks in on you” he interrupts.

you placed your hands on your hips. “okay so tell me brekker, why do you need inej to check in on me?”

he ran a hand through his hair. it kind of seemed like he was having an internal battle with himself.

“because i worry about you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. “what?”

he was staring at his gloved hands, anywhere but you. “i worry about you. i want to make sure you get home okay or that you’re relaxed. i don’t make her check because i think you’re out working with another gang. i ask her to check to make sure you’re safe. especially if you came back from a job.”

you stayed silent for a minute. you had come in here ready for a fight, not this. you were prepared to fight or endure kaz’s passive aggressive energy for a couple of hours, you most definitely hadn’t prepared yourself for his honesty.

“but why would you want to know i was safe?”

he chucked darkly. “it’s not that i want to. i need to. unless i know you’re okay i can’t sleep. i’ll stay up for hours overthinking your job and how i wasn’t sure if i had seen you at dinner or playing cards with jesper. and then my mind wanders into all of the things that could have happened to you or could be happening to you. so inej tells me when you’re in your room safe and not in pain and only then can i fall asleep.”

neither of you said a word. you fidgeted with your fingers as a distraction. you were in shock. you were flattered. the blush on your cheeks far too hot. you were feeling so much.

but mostly you felt loved and cherished by kaz.

so you said, “sometimes when you’re in a mood. i get in a mood. it’ll ruin my whole night because i know for the rest of my day i’ll worry about you. and whether you’re feeling better or not. thinking about what made you pissed in the first place. thinking about all of the people who could make you happy in that moment.”

he deserved your vulnerability back.

when it became clear that kaz wasn’t going to say anything, you made your way to his door.

“wait”

you paused at the door

“i’ll tell inej to back off”

you turned towards him and he was finally looking at you.

you smiled at him, “thank you kaz.” you paused for a moment. “maybe tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that, i’ll come in here and say good night? right after my jobs and when i’m heading to bed. would that be okay?”

if he needed the reassurance that you were okay to sleep, then you would happily climb two flights of stairs to give him that peace of mind.

plus you couldn’t deny the excitement you felt at the prospect of saying good night to kaz.

kaz had a small grin on his face too. “yeah,” he whispered, “that would be fine.”

you opened the door and before you lost your courage you said, “and kaz. you can always come down to my room to say goodnight. i like knowing you’re safe too.”

you stepped through the door and closed it behind you.

“good night brekker” you called out behind you.

[holylulusworld]

Two Barbarians (3)

Title: Two Barbarians (3)

Square Filled for @spnabobingo​​​​​ (Round 6): Overprotective alpha

Ship: Alpha(Prince)!Dean Winchester x Omega(Princess)!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Grandmother Millie

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dean is determined to make you see you’re his omega.

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, true mates, comforting, fluff, overprotective alpha, light oral (fem rec), mentions of oral (male rec), implied smut, mentions of knotting, implied claiming, cuddling & snuggling, possessive alpha, coming in pants (untouched)

Word Count: 2,2k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​​

<< Part 2

One week before the wedding, …

“Dean, it feels odd,” you whimper, feeling his tongue lap at your exposed sex. He moans against you, smirking when your hands snap toward his head to tug at his hair. “My Prince, are you sure we are allowed to do this before our wedding night?”

“My love, you are so sweet down there,” he purrs. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart. Now let me touch you again. I want to make you feel so good. Don’t you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” you bite your lower lip. “It feels so good when you touch my petals,” heat creeps into your cheeks when Dean’s tongue flick your sensitive nub. “But I don’t want anyone else to touch me like that.”

“No one will dare to touch my omega,” Dean’s head snaps upward and you can see possessiveness in his emerald orbs. “Only I can touch you down there or anywhere, my little skunk.”

“Please, don’t stop,” whining you look down your body. “Dean, can I touch you too tonight? I want to touch your manhood, please.”

“Sweetheart,” he purrs, slowly crawling up your body. You can feel his arousal press against your slicked sex, and you know, he wants you as much as you yearn to give yourself to him. “Only one week left. You can touch me as much as you want to in not a week.”

“One of the ladies said I should take your knot in my mouth,” you blur out. “Do you want me to?” innocently glancing at Dean you move your hand to his swelling length. “This feels so hard, my prince. I could help you and use my tongue and lips.”

“My love,” a throaty purr leaves your lips when Dean burrows his face in your neck to inhale your scent. “Please don’t make me weak. If you don’t stop, I claim and knot you tonight and no one is going to stop me.”

“Why didn’t you claim me during my heat?” you whisper. “Why giving me herbs to suppress it? I wanted you to make me yours.”

“Rowena offered her help, and I took the chance to get to know you better before I knot, claim and make love to you,” Dean nuzzles your cheek, moaning when you grasp for him, roughly pressing the alpha to your heated body, hips rocking against Dean’s crotch.

“My prince, uh—your pants are wet,” you giggle. “Is this normal, Dean? I mean, are you hurt or sick?”

“I just came in my pants,” he sighs deeply. His cheeks shades of pink he looks down at you. “I couldn’t stop my manhood from wanting you.”

“OH! Did you knot your pants?” he laughs, shaking his head at your question. “What? Don’t you knot an omega all the time?”

“Most of the time we only use our manhood, my little skunk,” Dean pecks your lips, nibbling at your lower lip. “Alphas knot their omega during heats, our ruts, or when we mate for the first time.”

“Not for fun?”

“Naughty little skunk,” pressing his lips to your mating gland he moans. “You taste so good, Y/N. One more week and I’ll show you my knot.”

“Is it big? Lady Lisa said an alpha must have a big knot to satisfy his omega,” you shyly glance at Dean, chewing on your lower lip.

“I got the biggest knot you’ll ever see,” nodding you smile up at your alpha. “I’m gonna fill you with my pups and show everyone I stole my arch-nemesis daughter’s heart.”

“Slow, sweetheart,” Dean holds your hand, carefully helps you move down the stairs. “We don’t want you to stumble and fall again. My little skunk is a clumsy omega.”

“I’m not clumsy,” you protest. “I was in a hurry, scared and heartbroken.” You sniffle, looking around the throne room. “Is she really gone? I don’t want to see her again.”

“No one is going to hurt you,” he whispers in your ear. “Everyone knows you are my chosen omega. You believe me, right.”

“You didn’t threaten to put me in the dungeon lately,” Dean smirks when you squeeze his hand a little tighter. “And you didn’t yell at me.”

“I tried to tame my temper for you, sweetheart. I can’t promise to always be patient, but I’ll try my best. Promised.”

“Will you,” leaning closer to Dean to whisper the words you press his hand to your heart, “do this thing with your tongue again too? I like it a lot, my prince.”

“Son, we need to talk about a few things before the wedding,” John whispers, jabbing his thumb over his left shoulder. “Your grandmother is about to change everything again. Please, help your king out.”

“I can’t leave my omega all alone,” Dean wraps his arm tightly around your shoulders. “She could get hurt again! I need to stay by her side all the time.”

“Dean, you didn’t leave your bride’s side for over a month. She can barely breathe without you worrying,” laughing at your pained expression John looks you all over. “She looks healthy and happy. Let your grandmother tell her about the new musicians and food. We can talk about the hunt to honor your wedding.”

“I can’t—” Dean snarls at his father, immediately shoving you behind his back. “No one is getting close to my omega. Stay away from Y/N.”

“Something wrong?” Sam cocks his head to glance at you behind his brother’s back. “Why are you hiding Y/N behind your back? Is she sick or scared?”

“Hands off my omega, Sammy,” Dean threatens, finger poking his brother’s chest. “You looked at her too often for my liking. She’s my omega, my chosen bride.”

“Dean, I was just worried about her. Did you forget you threatened to put her in the dungeon?” furrowing his brows Sam looks at his brother. “What? Got nothing to say?”

“Back then she was just the enemy’s daughter,” Dean growls when Sam dares to get closer to you. “Now she’s my bride and omega. Don’t get any closer.”

“Sam,” John holds his youngest son back. “Dean’s scent just got stronger. I think he’s close to his rut and it’s not a good idea to get too close to his omega right now. Give him a bit of time.”

“She’s mine,” before you can protest Dean scoops you into his arms to run away with you. “I dare you to even look at her!”

Three days before the wedding,…

“Son, this is not—” watching Dean cover your body with his larger frame John sighs deeply. Your alpha placed almost all of his clothes on the bed, wrapped you into a warm blanket before he caged you with his body. “Don’t suffocate your omega.”

“I need to keep her save,” Dean grumbles. He looks you all over again, checks every part of you before he lies on the bed, waiting for you to curl in his side. “I don’t want you to get closer. This is my omega and our nest.”

“He’s so protective,” you purr, nuzzling your alpha’s neck, rubbing his scent onto your skin. “My king, you should leave us alone. I’ll try to calm him down, but I’m afraid it’s no use.”

“I got a sword and a dagger,” threatening his father Dean whips his head toward John. “She’s mine and I must keep close to me.”

“Dean, you got it bad for her,” laughing John slowly steps backward. “I just wanted to tell you everything is prepared for your wedding. You only need to attend the wedding.”

“We will,” one strong arm slings around your waistline and you squeak when Dean burrows his face in your neck to positively lick your mating gland.

“Dean, my prince,” you push against how shoulder feeling his erection press against your thigh. “ALPHA!”

“Soon you are mine,” he hums to himself, licking your untouched mating gland. “I won’t let anyone get close to you ever again. My omega, my princess.”

“Maybe I should hide in the dungeon for the time being,” sighing deeply you rest your head against Dean’s shoulder. “I will sleep now, alpha. I promise to not run away.”

“If you hide in the dungeon, I’ll follow you,” Dean states, kissing your neck. “Sleep, I’ll watch over you and make sure no one touches what’s mine.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” pressing your lips to his chin you smile. “I feel safe with you, alpha. But you need sleep to my prince. Promise to sleep a bit.”

“Promised,” Dean lies but you are too tired to argue tonight. “Maybe in the morning after you woke.”

Wedding Day, ...

Dean circles his father and brother like prey snarls now and then before he starts to pace around the altar. “What if anything happens to her while I’m not with her? I will kill anyone touching her!”

“Son, that is enough!” John’s voice echoes through the church. “Your chosen bride is safe with the maids. Three knights guard the room and will accompany her to the church. Nothing is going to happen to her.”

“Brother, look—” Dean stops in his tracks when the doors to the church opens and everyone gets up from their seats to watch you walk down the aisle.

Grandmother Millie, John’s mother, leads you down the aisle, smiling wildly when Dean purrs low in his throat the moment you take his offered hand.

“You look beautiful, my little skunk,” you giggle when Dean whispers the words in your ear before he pecks your cheek.

“It’s your grandmother’s dress,” smiling at your groom you let him hold your hand tightly. Dean breaks all rules. He doesn’t follow the protocol for a royal wedding. He simply holds your hand, not wanting to let go of you.

“Only your beauty makes it look like a dream,” Dean roams your body with his eyes, smiling at you. You are wearing Millie’s wedding gown. It’s a ruby, long, form-fitting gown with a wide neckline, long sleeves, and gold embroidery.

You wish you could listen to the priest’s words, but all you can do is to look into Dean’s eyes. There is adoration and love in those mysterious orbs, and you wonder if he looked a girl like that before.

While your heart beats faster the longer you look at Dean, you forget about the wedding and that people are watching you and the prince.

“My prince, you must take your vows now,” the priest tuts, and Grandmother Millie chuckles. “We are all waiting for you.”

Listening to Dean’s vows you whimper silently. Instead of facing the priest, he looks at you all the time.

“—for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to death us depart,” he ends, looking at you, expectantly. “Your turn,” Dean whispers and you try to remember the words. “I’m here with you my love.”

Dean couldn’t leave the feast fast enough. He almost ran toward the chamber the maids prepared for your wedding night.

“Dean, slow down!”

“I finally got permission to touch you,” he purrs, smirking when you start to squirm in his hold. “Lemme bring you to our chamber and make you my omega. That’s all I want, my little skunk.”

“No more dungeon?”

“No more dungeon, sweetheart. Only our chamber and later, a warm and safe nest,” he kisses you softly, moaning when you wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, my barbarian. Now make me yours...”

“How does it feel?” Dean licks over the mark he left on your neck. “Does it hurt? Do you need anything?”

“It feels odd,” you feel the heat creep into your cheeks again when Dean shifts his hips and his knot twitches deep inside of you. “I read the books but didn’t think it will stay inside almost all night.”

“Did I hurt you? You felt pleasure…right?” worriedly kissing your hair Dean sighs when you do not answer his questions.

“Twice—” whispering the words you look over your shoulder to face your alpha. “At least I think it was twice. It could’ve been more.”

“That’s good,” puffing his chest Dean gives you a dirty grin. “My knot will fade soon, and we can sleep a bit. I don’t want you to be tired in the morning.”

“I liked it, my prince. Can we do this more often?” a deep growl leaves Dean’s throat and you squeak when he buries his face in your neck to bite you playfully. “Your knot, it’s big.”

“We will do it every night if you want us to,” he smirks when you squirm in his hold. “Or more often.”

“Every night,” Dean wraps his arms tightly around your body to keep you warm.

The winter is close and he feels it in his bones, it will be a dark and cold time. But with you by his side, he’ll never be cold again.

“Everyone waits for us to confirm we are expecting my heir, Y/N. I must knot and make love to you every night.”

“You are a liar,” you tut. “I know you only want to lie with me again. I see the hunger in your eyes, alpha.”

“Well, my love,” he nips at your neck, “I’m a barbarian after all. And now that you are in my arms and wear my mark. You are a barbarian too…”

“I love being yours, Dean. I love you, my barbarian…”

“I love you too, my little skunk.”

THE END...

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[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get separate headcanons for Teru and Akane (boy) with a fem s/o who tends to be polite and calm in the beginning of their relationship, but once she gets comfy with them the boys realize that their s/o is so chaotic that she can somehow??? Jump off of buildings and be okay??? Or accidentally die and revive like nothing happened, memories in tact and all. You don't have to do this if course, but thanks for reading it! Good luck with finals!

teru minamoto x f!reader, akane aoi x f!reader

a/n: hihi!! Aonrfonak i love this so much bc it lowkey reminds me of myself- and thank you so much!! I’m nearly done, thank goodness!!! And thank you so much for requesting <33 iiii am writing this very late at night tho, so i’m sorry if these are bad or have any errors;;;

warnings: none <3

word count: collectively, 902

Teru Minamoto <3

At first, you caught Teru’s interest because of how reserved you were. Even once the two of you became friends, you treated him respectfully for a good while- it was interesting, but he never really questioned it, since you were a bit similar to him.

One thing about Teru, he’d insist it day in and day out should anyone ask, was that he’d love you no matter what! No matter how you expressed yourself, no matter how your personality may change as you grew more comfortable, no matter anything. As long as you were still comfortable in the relationship, he promised he’d be perfectly content as well.

As you grew comfortable, and let your more chaotic side show, Teru was just as content with you as he was when you first started dating. He found it a bit funny at first, glad that you were comfortable around him. He considers it a proud moment!

It was a bit of a surprise, of course. As you grew louder and somehow seemingly more energetic, he’d simply smile, watching and listening to you as you went about with your antics. It was honestly really cute to him- and impressive. While you were less similar to him, he genuinely didn’t mind- he still admired you, and your personality.

However, Teru can be a bit protective at times. He’ll watch you running around, nearly bumping into things and yet managing to be fine, and be standing there, internally panicking. Like “(Y/N), please- be careful- you’re gonna get yourself hurt.”

“I’ll be fiiiiine,”

“You nearly walked into traffic-”

“Traffic shmaffic.”

It was pretty funny to Teru when he watched you hanging out with his family once you were comfortable around them. Family clearly means a lot to him, so watching you play around with Tiara and mess with Kou was both entertaining and heart-warming in a way.

On that note, it was somewhat new for Kou and Tiara- Tiara didn’t really question it, simply going along with how playful you had gotten, and Kou sort of… was there, slightly confused. He definitely asked Teru if you were feeling alright- Kou didn’t mind it either tho! It was just something to get used to.

However, Kou did nearly have a heart attack when you were running down the street and tripped- Teru was there too, just as worried as Kou, yet somewhat used to it. While Kou panicked over whether or not you were alright, Teru helped you up as you brushed yourself off, grinning as if nothing happened. As if you didn’t before, you earned all of Kou’s admiration at that moment.

Teru’s certainly the type to send goodnight texts, so expect them to go from something like “Goodnight. Rest well <3” to something like “Goodnight <3 Don’t stay up too late, stay safe, please don’t go skydiving, look both ways (twice, thrice even) before crossing the streets <3 or perhaps don’t go somewhere late at night. Rest well <3”

“Teru, I’m not a child <3 Rest well!”

“Whatever you say <3”

Akane Aoi <3

It’s very clear that Akane would love you no matter what- seeing as Aoi would be someone of the past, I wouldn’t take it that his love for you is too much different. He loves you, and will show you love no matter what- because he knows that you’re a good person, and you’re the one he fell in love with.

While Akane was used to your calm, polite personality, he did wonder what it would be like if you just… dropped the formalities? Like, don’t you just wanna? Sucker punch people? Scream? Kick Teru in the shins????

Once you grew more comfortable, Akane was pretty relieved. It was a sort of “oh, thank goodness, she actually likes me” moment. Sure, you were loud and somewhat bouncy, but it wasn’t like he minded at all. You’re still his (Y/N), the one and only.

Like Teru, Akane worries about you relentlessly- he even started to carry around bandaids and antibiotic cream in case you fell. As if it did anything since, of all the times you did fall (if Akane didn’t manage to catch you), you’d hop right back up, continuing along as if you didn’t nearly bust your head.

Any time you did fall and hurt yourself, expect Akane to scold you while patching you up. He doesn’t mean any harm, and doesn’t want you to feel like you shouldn’t be yourself- all he means is pleaseeee watch your steps. Though, while he won’t admit it, he does feel a bit proud to have been prepared for the one time you actually got a scrape.

Should you be out and about, texting Akane while at a store or whatnot, expect him to jokingly give you tips on “how not to get killed.” It’s all silly, common sense things like “watch your feet” “keep your eyes on your surroundings” “if there’s an obstacle, d o n ‘ t jump over it, simply move it out of the way” “don’t stare at your phone while walking.”

“Akane, you’re the one texting me while I’m walking.”

“Stop??? Walking????”

“Haha nah”

Despite the heart attacks, Akane really does enjoy your personality- it always brightens his day, and even makes him feel more energetic, to see you so chaotic. He does find it funny though, when he sees you in a setting like school, back to a calm, reserved façade-

[simps-loudly]

Crossposted on my AO3! Here it is <3

What It Feels Like To Be Loved

Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer/Barbatos

- Fluff - More fluff - Just generally very soft, even if there are some tears. They're all love though <3

The warm night of the Devildom currently felt like a heavy, stifling blanket on the oldest demon brother's shoulders. He sat, slumped over his paperwork at the table and sighed heavily before rubbing his dry eyes. Lucifer threw his head back to move his neck around. Some joints cracked satisfyingly and he sighed yet again, silence falling over his office.

Night was the only time of the day the House of Lamentation was quiet.

The past two weeks turned out to be more rough than… in quite a long while. His brothers felt more mischievous and devious than normal, and the time with his lovers had been cut short. Meaning, he hadn't seen either Lord Diavolo or Barbatos anywhere but in brief passing in RAD's hallways or in meetings which were always kept brief and professional before sending everyone away to do their jobs again. 

To put it frankly, Lucifer was tired.

Very tired, even. Looking down at his papers, the words blurred together which was a clear sign for him to finally wrap up for the night. Right as Lucifer stood up, his DDD pinged, making him sigh. Who could be so persistent as to text him at that time?

“Hello, love. Do you have a minute?”

Diavolo.

“Good evening. What is it you wish to talk to me about?” Lucifer replied, a small smile forming on his face that he would never let anybody see or ever admit to making. Despite how formal his messages always sounded, his lovers both understood that that was the only way he could communicate well.

“Oh, nothing overly demanding, I assure you. Barb and I have been noticing how tired you have been. Would it be okay for us to summon you? We promise that it is nothing work-related. Just us three.”

The red-eyed demon’s finger lingers over the keyboard. Should he agree? Should he decline? He really hated letting other people see him in a state he currently was in - it was just his prideful nature. However, it felt like an all too tempting opportunity, so with that he began typing away.

“I agree.”

* * *

Appearing in Diavolo’s castle became normal and very much welcome for Lucifer at this point. It was his safe place, somewhere, even if it was very formal, where there was a place for him in which he was loved and cared for. His pride got in the way quite often, but both Diavolo and Barbatos understood. They always did.

So, as soon as Lucifer sent the last message, he had been summoned to the Lord's castle. The entrance hall was bright in contrast to the dark outside and in Lucifer's dim office, so he closed his eyes for a second, adjusting to the light. He much preferred darkness - it gave him a sense of calm. 

Before him stood both of his lovers - one with a barely contained happy smile, fiery personality basically rolling off of him in waves, his vitiligo visible and so, so beautiful in the orange light, and the other a more calming presence, with a small, but brighter than usual smile adorning his facial features, which were framed by his green-tipped hair.

"Welcome back, love," Diavolo breathed out happily, his smile becoming even warmer if that was even possible. That alone made the prideful demon before him smile too.

"Hello. I…" he hesitated, before mumbling, "I must say that I quite missed the both of you." 

At that, Diavolo let out a delighted, soft laugh, Barbatos chuckling along. Diavolo walked up closer to Lucifer, opening his arms for a hug.

"Come here, my Morning Star."

Lucifer obliged, carefully accepting the warm embrace.

"And you come here too, Barbatos," said the Prince with a soft smile.

The butler nodded shortly, approaching both of them, who had opened their arms for their third lover and accepting him into their collective hug. 

Lucifer leaned into the two demons, absentmindedly rubbing his face against Diavolo's shoulder and Barbatos' top of his head (due to their different heights). The soft and familiar scents of his two beloved people calmed the tired firstborn down, his eyelids already drooping. That would've made him startle in any other circumstance - hell, he probably wouldn't have even accepted that long of a hug from anybody - but this moment was comfort and, most of all, familiarity. 

"Hey," Diavolo mumbled softly, petting Lucifer's hair, "Both of us have prepared something for you. So, please don't fall asleep just yet." He chuckled, Barbatos joining him.

"Come with us, dear." Barbatos stepped out of the hug and took Lucifer's hand, Diavolo staying at his other side and squeezing his hand too. So, Lucifer let himself be led away towards the prince's quarters.

The lights in the spacious room were dimmed down. Big chairs with burgundy red cushions in front of a fireplace, a gigantic bed with the same colored bed sheets, bookshelves lining the walls - all furniture out of dark wood and so, so familiar to Lucifer. Even the smell of the burning wood and cinnamon, the scent that always lingered on the prince, were not persistent but rather welcoming and homely. 

The two demons led their tired lover to a side bathroom with one of the biggest bathtubs Lucifer had ever seen. It wasn't even a bathtub - it was more like a mini pool, and, to be fair, it was quite a good decision considering how much space the demon forms of the three could take up. The tub was filled with rose-scented water, bubbles atop, and steam coming off of it. It was clear it was held up by magic and none of them could have it any other way.

Lucifer, up until then wordlessly led around, quietly mumbled with a chuckle, "Haven't seen this kind of view in a long time." That made his lovers chuckle too.

"We couldn't help but see how exhausted you seemed lately. Consider this… a thank you for your hard work. And a gift from us," Barbatos said earnestly, letting go of his hand and wrapping an arm around the raven-haired demon's waist.

Lucifer could feel tears welling up in his eyes and blinked them away as fast as he could. He really didn't want to let his feelings show.

"I… really appreciate this. Thank you." It took him a lot of strength to admit that, his pride getting in the way as always. Diavolo leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. 

"Nothing to thank us for. You mean a lot to both of us, even if we don't say it enough. And we know you feel the same. You always assure us of such through all of your work. And little gestures. And every Good Morning. And Goodnight. And just by being you." The prince accentuated every reason with kisses all over Lucifer's face and his hands on the other's waist.

The eldest brother had to turn away at that. Not that he wanted to, he just… couldn't not. It didn't feel right to him that he would get all that attention, all that love and care. And the two demons understood his struggle. Barbatos wrapped his arms around Lucifer's waist.

For a few moments, they all stood like that in silence, the soft light pink-yellowish lights around them comforting to the eye.

"Let us take care of you, Lucifer," Diavolo finally broke the silence. Lucifer nodded slightly.

Diavolo and Barbatos stepped away, only for the butler to take off Lucifer's fur-lined coat and for the prince to unbutton his red vest. They were meticulous and careful, folding his clothes on a bench nearby to collect later. As Diavolo was about to help the other with his dress shirt, Lucifer put a hand over the other's. With a nod, he assured the other wordlessly that he'll be able to get out of the clothes himself. None of them really needed words, having known each other that long. So, Lucifer undressed himself, the two remaining demons doing so as well.

Having gotten rid of their outfits, they could finally let out their demon forms in peace. Not that they couldn't earlier, with the clothes, of course - it was just easier this way. They all let out a collective sigh, chuckling at how they exhaled in unison.

Every time, getting into the huge tub was infinitely easier than into any other shower - Diavolo's and Lucifer's wings were huge and Barbatos's tail was quite long and not always easy to weild. Lucifer was the first one to sit down on the underwater seat, having been pushed carefully towards the tub by his lovers. His wings shuddered a little at the feeling of water on their tips and, with a sigh, he closed his eyes. 

Behind him, Barbatos kneeled on the tiled floor with a vial full of ointment for their horns, which was always kept in the bathroom. Taking care of those was quite necessary, but due to having had so much to do, Lucifer had no time for it - and it showed, the surface of his horns dry and, in some places, even flakey. The butler smiled to himself softly and took a small brush from beside himself, starting to clean Lucifer's horns gently. The demon inhaled sharply but then sighed in defeat. His lovers were the only two to ever be allowed to touch his precious horns and wings.

Speaking of wings, Diavolo sat on his left side, softly brushing at the other's wings with his fingers. He plucked away any old and loose feathers, his touches measured and gentle so as to not hurt. Drowsiness took over Lucifer, only to have been awoken by a soft kiss to his horn from Barbatos.

"We're almost done, love." And, true to his word, the ointment had almost been applied and the prince moved to the wings on his right side to give them the same treatment as before.

Barbatos sunk into the water next to him, petting his hair. The former archangel gazed into the water, unable to look at either of the two. He still felt guilty, even after millenia of living together - love and care was not something he thought he deserved, but these particular demons did their best to assure him. He didn't even notice tears streak his cheeks, until Diavolo had leaned in and kissed them away.

"You are doing so well, my Morning Star. We are so, so proud of you."

"You are safe here."

The tears continued, a small sob escaping Lucifer. Two pairs of arms wrapped themselves around him, silent, but not uncomfortable. A big leathery wing and a scaled two-tipped tail were added into the mix as well, his own feathery wings fluttering slightly above the water. 

After a while, the sobs subsided gradually, silence once again taking over the inside of the room. The water didn't get any colder, if anything, it felt like it was warmer now. Whether it was more magic or just the way he felt inside, Lucifer didn't know - however, it didn't even matter. The only thing that mattered to him then and there were the two bodies pressed to him from both sides. 

"I'll help you wash your hair," whispered Barbatos, reaching over to yet another vial next to the tub, pouring some of the soap onto his palm and rubbing it before applying to Lucifer's hair. The latter groaned softly. It made Diavolo chuckle. 

Before Lucifer could ask anything, the prince dove under the water only to surface back again, shaking his hair and sending droplets flying like a wet dog shaking off after a rain. He was smiling brightly, which in turn made the other two smile as well.

After they all washed up and dried themselves off, they all got dressed in matching differently colored robes. They didn't even need to leave their demon forms, the robes accommodating themselves with magic. Diavolo's bed could easily fit them all with their horns and wings and tail, so they easily laid down together. Lucifer and Diavolo folded their wings so they could all lay by each other, the Avatar of Pride in the middle again. So, they all fell asleep tangled up in each other. It felt right, it felt calm, it felt…

...like home.

[sword-brainrot]

ya got any headcanons for dating nikkou, nankaitarou, and ookurikara pls? seperate. thank you so much for everyhting!

Nikkou Ichimonji,  Nankaitarou Chouson, and Ookurikara Relationship Headcanons (GN Reader)

♡ Nikkou is business and logic first over everything else. He has a hard to understanding emotion and tries empathetic but it seems like he doesn't truly understand. He is a sword to be used in battle and to listen to orders from aruji and Sanchoumou. Emotions are very disconnected from him as a person. Especially romantic emotions.

♡ Nikkou will instantly tense up when he is put in a situation where emotions are high. If you are heart broken about something, he will try to solve it with logic and not truly understand that the situation doesn't need to be solve and that you are hurting emotionally. He tries to understand and will listen to you vent but that is all he really can do for you. He may put a hand on your shoulder in his attempt to comfort you but that is as much as does.

♡ This may seem like he is a robotic person but he really isn't. He just doesn't /understand/. He wants to understand though! He is a protective and loving person all things considered. He has people (Norimune, Sanchoumou, Nansen, Hasebe, Nihongou, Atsushi, Sayo, Hakata, and you) who he knows are special to him and wants nothing more to protect them. It is something he knows for a fact but understanding the complicated emotions connected to all of them is what he doesn't completely understand.

♡ Through the struggle of understanding emotions and breaking down the wall to let himself learn and feel, he is caring and thoughtful person. He may not know what to say or what to do but he cares and will try to listen. If you say you aren't feeling well because mentally you aren't doing well, he will come back later with some stomach meds and tea for you. He tries to help.

♡ It will take a while but eventually he will start to open up and try to do more romantic gestures to show you he wants to open his heart to you. Though you may think he is just trying to be caring and not actually flirt with you. You will know when one night he walks you back to your room and says goodnight with a soft forehead kiss.

♡ He will tense up at any affection you give him because like stated before, he doesn't completely understand and never received such affection in his life. As he slowly gets used to it, you will feel him melt in your grasp and follow your movements. He is not one for words when it comes to expressing his love. Rather he will show you he cares through actions or slight physical affection (holding your hand, soft kisses on the forehead/cheek).

♡ Not a fan of pda (other than hand holding) but surprisingly likes snuggling in your room.

♡ Nikkou is the big spoon, he will not give it up. He feels like that is the most protective position and makes him feel like he is one of your wings to protect you and lift you up.

♡ Nikkou has a special way in showing he wants attention. He will hold your hand underneath the table and rub his thumb over your knuckles. It is his way to say that he is feeling a little needy for affection and willing to try things that he would normally be uncomfortable doing.

♡ Nikkou is also like a mother hen at times. He wants to show he cares but doesn't know exactly how. So expect him nagging you; "Have you eaten?", "How much have you slept?", "Are you well enough to work?", "Have you drank plenty of water?", etc. He worries and cares about you in his own way. Just remember that if you ever get a little annoyed by his constant questions.

♡ Speaking of that, if he ever does something you do not like; Tell him right away. He might not pick up that he is going overboard and needs you to tell him. He won't be angry but will stop. He understands that sometimes he goes too far. Also if you are ever hurt emotionally, you have to explain how you are feeling inside or else he will not get it and be wary around you because he doesn't know how to help or if he would hurt you if he said/did the wrong thing. He truly cares for you but it's still hard for him to completely understand feelings and how emotions can really impact someone.

♡ Unlike the other two, Chouson is pretty expressive. So when I say you are Chouson's favorite person, you know. He always runs to you when he finishes a new invention, medicine, or just to geek out about something new he has learned. It doesn't matter what time it is, he runs to you first. Sometimes... to your displeasure. He gets so excited that he can't even see that it is 3am in the morning and he just woke you up from your deep slumber.

♡ Although Chouson is pretty friendly with all the other swords, you never see him hanging out with them. He is more focused in his own work rather than making friends with everyone. Which also means that he doesn't pick up social cues as well as some others. If he ever wanted to talk about anything, he would go to you.

♡ There hasn't been many in his life that showed any interest in his inventions or ideas. When you express interest and ask him to tell you more, he knew you would special and instantly started to grow attached to you. Prepare for him to talk your ear off, there is so much he wants to talk about and all the ideas he ever had. He has a book filled with many hypothesis and invention ideas. You will be hearing 1/3 by the time he lets you go so you can sleep.

♡ Every morning he is excited to see you because he knows that you truly care about him and what he thinks. It is a new feeling and he gets addicted by the first time you ever said "tell me more."

♡ Chouson does a lot of research on humans to understand them better because he wants to understand you better! He less cares about becoming more human himself. You are his main focus in that research. As soon as he learns about dating and what it means, he goes to you right away to ask you out. At this point, he isn't actually sure if he has romantic feelings for you but he knows you are special to him and wants to keep you close. As well as trying to be a loving boyfriend!

♡ He tries really hard to be a good boyfriend but he is clueless. Don't be shy to give him tips! You will have to guide him a little. Also expect him to read very cheesy romantic novels to understand dating more... Expect very cheesy pickup lines too. ...He is trying.

♡ Over the course of dating, he does develop romantic feelings for you! He probably had them from the start but couldn't recognize his own emotions since he relies so hard on logic rather than emotion. He knows he wouldn't want to do any of this dating stuff with anyone other than you.

♡ If something bothers him or he gets too excited, he will start pacing around the room talking at a speed that you almost can't understand. Lots of rambling too as he gets onto many topics. Drag him over to sit down and he will slowly calm down. His eyes just staring at you with adoration.

♡ His mood changes a lot but being around you helps him keep it in a happy state.

♡ Chouson adores tenderness. He will often overwork himself because he will be so invested in what he is doing. His muscles will be all tense and there will be dark bags under his eyes when he finally adventures into bed. Be sure to give him a small massage and kiss his face. He will surely have a large smile on his face as he gets comfortable and embrace you for the night.

♡ When he is focused, it is hard to get his attention and talk to him. So show it in silent ways how you love him. Get him food, and clothes he can change into. Sometimes it is okay to be a little pushy with him as well when he is pushing himself too far and not getting enough sleep. He may be a little grumpy with you at first but he will understand by the time his head hits the pillow and he falls asleep in an instant.

♡ Ookurikara is not the type of person who looks for relationships. He has an intense fear of getting close to someone and then losing them. It is why he constantly pushes people away and stays by himself. Can't get hurt if no one is close to you.

♡ When he began to develop a crush on you, he was even more distant than before (you didn't even know it was possible). He would cancel any plans that involved you, walked away the moment you sat down next to him, refuse to look you in the eye, and if someone asked him to give you something, he would pass it over to Mitsutada or Sadamune.

♡ It was your kindness and persistence that made him fall for you. You always went out of your way to help the sword that many would shy away from due to his resistance to all of them. You always offered an ear to listen to any concerns he may have, even if he never made face of any problems that may be bugging him under his skin.

♡ He kept pushing you away and tried to cause so much distance that you would hate him or just forget about him. However you stayed... And inside, he was melting.

♡ There has been many times where he would envision holding you and showing you affection only for it to be followed by him holding your wounded body on the battle field. Ookurikara is a sword of war... He knows far too well how fragile life can be.

♡ Most likely, you will have to confess to him first and ask him out. There is no way that Ookurikara will be honest about his feelings unless you make the first move. Even then, he will reply very shortly with "If that is what you want".

♡ Huge fear of abandonment. He will never vocally say it but you will need to reassure him that you would never leave him and that you are safe. Nightmares are a common thing with him after he grows attached to you. He knows what it feels to hold someone close to his heart... And it's terrifying that it can be ripped away so easily.

♡ When he is in a good mood, expect him to have his fingers linger on you. Brushing some hair out of your hair? it stays a little longer than needed. His golden eyes staring down at yours. His hand brushing against yours as you two walk side by side. Behind close doors, he may even pretend he fell asleep just so he could rest his head on your shoulder and feel you right there next to him.

♡ He will get frustrated and upset when you tease him or don't give him what he wants but when it comes to teasing you? Surprising... Rather good at it. He will lean in close to your face but quickly pull away and have a book in his hand, pretending like that was what he was reaching for the whole time. Ookurikara will make you say that you want to kiss him or hold his hand before he would even attempt it. If you tease him, he will make you suffer for it.

♡ Ookurikara.. LOVES sweets. He doesn't look like it but candy and pastries are his favorite. Kashuu and Mitsutada are the only two know of this face. Let's just say, Ookurikara comes back very grumpy when Kashuu teases him over not giving him sweets. Because he can't vocally say he wants them. He has an image to uphold! Please be sure to give him sweets and he will be so happy. May not smile but if he does, it will be small and short.

♡ "You bought too much. Eat them with me or else they will go bad."

♡ Favorite cuddling position is being the big spoon and holding you tight throughout the night. You can't get stolen away if he makes sure you are safe within his arms. It is also the position that nightmares don't happen in so it works out!

♡ When he has nightmares, he will suddenly jolt up in cold sweat. His chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, as if he just got done running for hours. His eyes will be lost in the dark shadows of the room. It's best to gentle hold him in those moments. Don't be scared if he suddenly flinches when you first touch him. He is still lost in his own thoughts at that time. As soon as Ookurikara looks over and sees you, well and untouched. He calms down. His head will slowly hang over and rest on your shoulder. No words spoken. Gently caress his hair and give him soothing words.

♡ "Don't you dare get hurt and go somewhere I can't follow."

[moonyblackwerewolf]

Betrothed Ch. 4 - Sirius Black

Betrothed Ch. 4

Sirius Black x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Sirius and Y/N meet at a family dinner and have some fun, later she finds out she is betrothed to some pureblood boy so Sirius comes up with a mental idea to save them both.

Warnings: Kissing, hints of sex, aggressive parents, underage drinking, idk my writing and English? lol

a/n: Oh my god this is so long! I hope you guys like it, i think there is only 2 chapters left, idk yet. Anyway Feedback is always welcome, thank you guys :)

Xxxx

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch. 2.5 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch. 5 

When Y/n got home, she had time before going to the Malfoys, so she was planning on how to gently tell her parents she didn’t want to go and that she wasn’t going to accept their marriage proposal too. She spend days thinking and decided it was time, because her mom was already telling her to get prepared to go, so she sent a letter to Sirius as promised telling him she would talk to her parents on that day. 

Later the family sat down in a living room and waited for Y/n to say what she wanted to.

“So? What do you want to tell us, your father and I are busy” her mother said impatiently, not knowing the bomb her daughter would throw at her.

Y/n took a deep breath and said “I don’t want to marry Malfoy, I’m not accepting his proposal.” As simple as that single phrase sounded like, it cost her so much more. Her parents were outraged to say the very least, how could she misbehave after all those year of being so obedient.

“What do you mean you won’t? Yes you will, the Malfoys are getting their answers next week” Her mother screamed.

To say her parent were furious was an understatement. She was disrespecting not only their choice of husband, but also their ancient family traditions. But in reality that’s exactly what she felt like, those traditions were ancient and full of nonsense, it is completely wrong to promise a girl to some narcissist, conservative, arrogant, aggressive prick and make her spend the rest of her life with him, loosing all of her liberty.

“Are you calling Lucius a prick? He is a member of one respectable family Y/n!” Her father grunted, grabbing his wand.

“Why? Because they’re pureblood?” Y/n yelled, since she was already fighting their principles she might as well do it right. “That’s nonsense why would a blood status change a person? It doesn't change anything, I know many muggle borns who are ten times better people than you are, you think you can judge everyone, just because you’re pure? Or rich? Or call yourself royal? Which is absurd by the way, you and I know there isn’t royalty in our world, you only say that because you want to be better than everyone else, so you lie and you’re powerful enough for people to believe you” she roared, it felt incredible to take some of her frustrations out of her chest for once in her life, she didn’t have to pretend to be a well behaved purist, like she was before.

Mr. Watson wouldn’t believe his daughter, he didn’t want to, so he kept blinding himself from the ugly truth that he was indeed wrong. “I won’t tolerate you disrespecting our tradition Y/n” with a wave from his hands Charles hit Y/n with the Cruciatus curse, taking her to the ground almost immediately. 

“Dad! Stop- you’re hurting me, please! You’re hurting me” She cried and begged and squirmed, it felt agonising the pain touched each and every part of her body, the tears ran freely down her face, after being hit a certain amount of times she just felt numb to the pain, she stayed still wrapping her knees with all the strength she had left.

“You are going to marry Lucius Malfoy and you are going to accept his proposal in person when you go to his house, because you’re still going and I don’t want to hear a single complain or any of these ideas you cultivated in your mind, you are going to bring us respect” With no remorse her father left her there small, hugging her legs and crying alone, earning only a polite nod from her mother followed by a ‘I warned you’ look.

The rest of her time at home went by so slow she thought a whole month had passed, she was now feeling so bad being in her own house that she almost wanted to go to the Malfoys. Her parents weren’t even letting her see the mail, which meant she wasn’t receiving Sirius’ letters. Her sister wouldn’t talk with her anymore, scared of having the same fate as Y/n and her brother didn’t even know what was happening with his little sister.

The day she was going to the Malfoy manor had arrived. Her parents dropped her there in that shark tank like it meant nothing, they didn’t even bother saying good bye, she had come a long way from being the perfect daughter, who was always respectful with her parents and their ideals. Being at the Malfoys felt like being in Azkaban, but it was still better than being at home at least, there she was treated with extreme respect by Abraxas Malfoy and his wife, they were doing it out of interest of course but it was better than nothing, her only problem was Lucius, she hated him and hated even more that she’d need to sleep in his bed with him and even more that she’d have to accept his proposal by the end of the week. She felt stuck.

After having dinner Mrs. Malfoy showed you to Lucius’ room, while the house elf carried Y/n’s trunk next to the bed. The room was nice and big but it was cold and dark, she felt bad in there, fear creeping into her chest as her whole body felt numb, she just wished she could be in Sirius’ bed in the dormitories, she didn’t know why but there, by Sirius’ side was the most perfect place to be, she felt warm and safe.

“That’s it sweetheart, goodnight” after showing the room, with a final goodbye Mrs. Malfoy let her there alone, with Lucius. He was handsome, sharp jaw, strong upper body, beautiful face, she couldn’t deny it but it felt so wrong, it was sickening, she didn’t love him, she couldn’t, he was a terrible person.

“Look Y/n/n, I have to say, back in Hogwarts I was a bit jealous from you and Sirius, but now, being here with you, feels so right” he said as he was inching closer to her “Come on, let’s go to bed” his fingers were brushing her waist, the single phrase and action made her feel sick, his touch was ice cold, but what choice did she have. Y/n knew the punishment she’d have to face if she didn’t behave

“Ok” she replied, mouth dry “I’ll go change, in the bathroom”. She opened her trunk and looked for comfortable pyjamas, but to her surprise there were only vulgar sleeping clothes and lingeries, she felt a cold in her spine that made her sicker, her mother had it all planned out, crazy she thought, her mother is crazy. The last straw was when she saw a note from her mom.

Bought you some new clothes for you to share with Lucius.

Love,

Mom

She wondered what would It feel like to have a real caring mother, not one that just clearly wants her to have sex so she can have grandchildren. But she was born on a deranged family. She had no choice, so she just chose the pieces that were most discreet and even those weren't even a bit discreet, it was a black lace bra that at least covered her breasts perfectly and went a bit down and matching panties, if there was something she was sure of, it was that she didn’t want to see Lucius’ face when he saw her.

But again, she had no choice, when she entered the room again Lucius gaze fell directly on her chest. “My eyes are up here you know right?” She asked with a bored voice, while lying down in bed, much to her dismay.

“Feisty” he chuckled lying in bed besides her “I’ve always liked you Watson” Lucius was being a tease but she could see it in his eyes that he was drooling over her. She hated it. So she turned over and closed her eyes, wanting desperately to sleep for the whole time she’d be stuck there “Good night for you too, love” the nickname Sirius used to call her seemed so cold now, sounded fake coming form Lucius’ mouth. That night her thoughts kept going back to Sirius, she wondered if he was trying to talk to her, trying to reach her somehow but being unsuccessful thanks to her cruel parents. She missed him, his touch, his affections and she missed Lily, if she was here they’d talk the whole night and then maybe it wouldn’t fell so lonely, she missed reading with Remus, joking and pranking people with James and how protective he was and Peter’s cute but sarcastic comments, she missed her true family.

The next few days sucked, Y/n was running out of the less vulgar clothes, Lucius was always trying to kiss her and get close to her and the Malfoys’ forced kindness was beginning to annoy her, on top of that she didn’t feel like home in this house, she didn’t feel comfortable to do anything, basically she was counting the days until she could go back to Hogwarts.

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Sirius knew something was wrong when Y/n didn’t answer any of his letters, assuming that she’d now probably be at the Malfoys, he needed to talked to her. The thought of Malfoy touching her and the things he could do made his blood boil, she was his friend after all. But things at his home weren’t good, his parents were breathing down his neck so he need to find a way to escape, so, of course he asked James for help.

James and Sirius had come up with a plan, but it was certainly dangerous and potentially problematic, just like everything they did. The plan was: Sirius would sneak away from his house, once he managed to do so he would meet with James in his house and the both boys would go pay the Malfoys a visit, once inside Sirius would need to distract the Malfoys since their families are friends while James helped Y/n run away to his house. It wasn’t quite a brilliant plan, they didn’t have much time to think, but Sirius needed to be sure she was safe.

Now Sirius thought he would have great difficulty running away, he waited for everyone to fall asleep to leave his bedroom, managed to avoid the elves, went to the broom closet, grabbed a broomstick, everything was doing great, except for one thing. Sirius’ brother Regulus thought he had herd something and went downstairs, only to find he’s rebellious younger brother trying to run away.

“What do you think you’re doing this time of night Sirius?” Regulus asked not even a bit surprised by his brother’s actions.

Shit, Sirius thought, he had two options lie or tell the truth. He chose the boldest one “Reg, don’t tell our parents” he looked helpless for the first time in his life, Regulus was quite startled “I need to save my friend, she’s in danger. I know we’re not in the best terms but, do this one favour for me-” he paused “I really care about this girl, she’s the Watson’s daughter, you know her”

“What? The Watson’s… you mean Y/n? What happed Sirius? She’s my friend too, is she okay?” He was going to tell his parents before but now he was curious and worried, he liked Y/n, she was nice to him on eventual encounters in their common room or classes.

“She’s- she’s being held captive at the Malfoys” it wasn’t a lie.

“Held captive? And what about her parents? her dad is the Minister of Magic Law Enforcement, what is it you can do that he can’t and on top of that why are the Malfoys supposedly holding her captive?” Regulus was being particularly annoying, he was suspicious of Sirius’ intentions.

“Her parents gave her away, they want her to marry Lucius, but she doesn’t. And i’m willing to ask for her hand if she accepts me, but she wanted to confront her parents, which clearly went terribly wrong” Sirius tried to defend his theses but he didn’t know if Regulus would be willing to let him go or he’d say that she has to marry who her parents want.

“You’re being absurd Sirius, it can’t possibly be that bad, it’s a marriage, considering our families, it’d happen sooner or later. You can’t stop it, if the Malfoys tell our parents they’ll kill you” Regulus was irritated at first, she was only doing what she was supposed to.

“I’m going either way” Sirius wasn’t letting his brother get in the way.

“Ok.” Sirius would be lying if he said he’s jaw hadn’t dropped to the floor. Actually Regulus was quite shocked too, hearing he’s brother say he was willing to marry a girl and a girl that their parents would approve was indeed shocking and he liked Y/n, the thought of her suffering made him less strict with his brother for once.

“W-well- hum ok then” Sirius left as quickly as he could, afraid this was only an hallucination.

James was waiting for Sirius with his bedroom’s window open. When he entered they both went to bed and talked until they fell asleep, the next day would be eventful. Assuming they woke up right before lunch, the boys hurriedly set everything necessary for the plan, muttered apologies to James’ parents and went to pay a visit to Lucius Malfoy. The weather outside was cold, but the sun was shining, making the travel rather beautiful, but the boys didn’t even notice, they were too worried, James couldn’t stop thinking about how Malfoy was treating his best friend, he hated him so much, Sirius had another motives, he hadn’t realised yet and it may take a little push, but he was jealous.

Arriving at that creepy mansion James and Sirius separated, James sneaked in quietly looking for Y/n’s belongings, while Sirius knocked on the door. The house elf asked him to come in and called his master. Mrs. Malfoy was quite surprised but tolerant.

“Good Morning, may i ask your name?” She asked politely 

“Oh i’m Sirius Black, Walburga’s son” 

“Oh! Sirius what a pleasant surprise, is Walburga going to visit us today?” 

“No madam” he paused, grabbing a gift he stole from his parents earlier “my mom asked me to give you this present, I don’t really know why, she didn’t want to tell me what it was” He never lied so badly in his entire life, but knowing Y/n was probably miserable was distracting him.

She found it suspect but didn’t do anything, it was better ti ignore it “How lovely, come in and have lunch with us, Y/n and Lucius will be thrilled to see you” Mrs. Malfoy suggested, probably trying to maintain friendly due to her relationship with the Black family.

Y/n really will, he thought. 

When Y/n saw Sirius she felt hope rise in her chest for the first time since beginning of the break, she ran and hugged him tightly, the hug felt warn and safe, she didn’t want to ever let go. But she had to, the action was inappropriate. “Sirius!!! What are you doing here, what a lovely visit” she said winking at him, trying to hold composure but failing.

“Sirius” Lucius greeted him too cordially “Came to visit my fiancé?” He asked with a smug look on his face.

“Not yet, darling” Y/n retorted with a fake smile

Sirius sat next to her at the big table, the room was dark and big, the table was made of hardwood the only light sources were the sun and a weak candelabra, the room had a giant fireplace that was probably the only warm place in the house and heavy curtains. When Lucius and Mrs. Malfoy were distracted, Sirius whispered to Y/n “Say you have to go to the bathroom, James’ waiting for you outside, he probably already has your Trunk”.

His word startled Y/n, that was a dream come true, but she couldn’t “Sirius, I can’t leave, my parents would kill me” she paused to check if no one was listening “If I run it would create a conflict between my parents and the Malfoys and I don’t want to be caught in the middle of it.” She said pretending to pay attention on Lucius’ commentaries “I’m going to stay here” she continued, shocking Sirius completely.

“But your parents want you to get married Y/n, are you just going to- marry Malfoy and the rest of your life with him?” she looked tense, knowing she’d have no choice, he hated seeing her like that. 

Suddenly she heard Sirius clear his throat loudly, scaring her “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk with Y/n” he paused, the Malfoys were now looking at him “In private, if you allow us- it’s urgent” Mrs Malfoy looked a little confused but nodded. Sirius took Elena out of the room almost immediately.

“Y/n why in the name of Merlin are you staying here?” 

“I can’t go Sirius, I told you, the Malfoys wouldn’t be happy, it could cause a conflict my parents want to avoid” Sirius didn’t look convinced, he knew she was just making excuses but he didn’t know why.

“Really? Isn’t you’re family the most powerful in the sacred-twenty-eight?” He commented mockingly “Why would they be scared of the Malfoys?” Sirius could see the fear in her eyes, she wanted to go but was scared, so he sat her down on a coach near and asked her with those protective grey eyes that made her feel so protected “Y/n, it’s alright you can tell me anything” he said covering her hands in his protectively.

“No, i-i i can’t tell you” He squeezed her hands reassuringly saying that no one would know if she told him. She took a deep breath, e/c eyes staring at his grey ones “If i run, my parents, will kill me” she said eyes now full of fear, it made them look darker.

“Theoretically, right?” He asked concerned, knowing deep down what kind of family the Watsons were, he was surprised with his shock, cursing himself for the stupid question.

“No Sirius!” She whispered shouted “They’ll actually kill me, you want to know how I ended up here at the Malfoys after I told them I didn’t want to come? Do you?” She looked at him waiting for an answer, he nodded “They used two of the three unforgivable curses on me, every day until I agreed to come and marry Lucius” her voice was cracking “They used Imperio, made me not move and then used Cruciatus, I was feeling so much pain that I thought I was going to die and worse, I couldn't move a toe, I couldn’t even try to ease my pain by screaming and moving because i was under their control.” His eyes were now burning with anger “To get me to come here they used Imperio again and I don’t them to use it ever again, I lost all my free will, so what choice do I have?” Her voice was cracking, fighting the urge to cry, only the mere thought of what had happed scared her. “They’d rather see me dead than seeing me go rogue and ruin the family name” she paused, taking a breath and continued, desperation written all over her face “Why do you think i’ve always been pureblood propaganda for my parents? The gracious perfect daughter, perfect sister, the perfect student? because if I did what you do” she gestured at him “They’d kill me” She finished, looking at him, eyes begging for help, face trying miserably to hide her emotions. Sirius was scared, not even his parents had ever done something of the sort and they creative punishers. So he wrapped her in his arms not wanting to ever let her go, wanting to protect every strand of hair in her head. She melted into his embrace, all of the fear and agony being soothed.

“Oh Merlin Y/n, i’m so sorry” Sirius almost cried when she hugged him back tightly, looking for safety in his arms, the arms she knew so well. After a few moments Sirius said abruptly “Marry me Y/n” he felt her body stiffen “Please, I know you can handle this on your own, but I don’t want you to” he paused, caressing her hair “Please marry me, the Black name should be enough for your parents to accept the union, just let me take care of you, please” 

For the first time, Y/n didn’t protest, she just nodded and buried her head on his chest, she knew this plan was reckless and would make her parents angry, but she couldn’t control herself, it was like her body couldn’t take the pain anymore. “Y/n, go find James, he’s outside. I’ll talk with Malfoy, please just go, ok?” He kissed her forehead, as she stood up and went to find James.

Sirius went back to the dining room and explained that Y/n had to go home, because she would refuse Lucius’ proposal. The Malfoys were startled and outraged, she didn’t even have the guts to tell them herself? She had to bring another boy? It was all a waste of time and i’d be a disgrace for the Malfoy name if someone found out their son were rejected by a Watson, but surprisingly Sirius managed to convince them, no one created excuses as good as him. Surprisingly the Malfoys didn’t try to stop him, it was a miracle, even though they couldn’t do anything since Y/n wasn’t their daughter and it’d make a scene that could ruin their reputation, that wouldn’t last long though, they needed to run, because they would certainly contact Y/n’s parents to give a piece of their minds, it was a deal after all, they didn’t understand what happened.

“Well then Mr. Black, we hope everything’s turns out to be fine” Mrs. Malfoy politely sneered with a wave of goodbye.

“Eh-hm Thank you Mrs. Malfoy, we’re sorry for the inconvenience” Sirius said a bit nervous, leaving the room as quickly as he could.

While Sirius was talking with the Malfoys, Y/n was running to the front gate where James was waiting for her. “Y/n/n!” He shouted as he saw her running his way, when she arrived he wrapped her in a bear hug lifting her off the ground. “I’m so glad you’re okay” he said warmly, form this day on, feeling her fear as she hugged him back James considered her his sister and she considered him her brother, since he protected her, risked a rescue when she needed the most, that meant the world. 

“I’m glad to see you too Prongs” she chuckled lightly at his protective brother hug.

“Here” he said pointing to his broomstick “We’re going together, to my house, when Sirius arrive” she nodded climbing up the broom behind him.

James and Y/n were already waiting, ready to leave, when Sirius showed up getting on his broom saying “Let’s go, let’s go before they warn your parents” and taking off, James following right after. Riding their brooms fast against the cold winter air, happy that their mental plan had worked. When the trio arrived at the Potters, James’ mom was in the garden, certainly not expecting her son and his friend to arrive with a h/c girl with e/c eyes stained with tears.

“James, care to explain?” His mother asked unable to hide her surprise, but going to help the girl and try to calm her down “Let’s go inside, i’ll make you some tea sweetie and you two will explain me what happened” she said looking at the boys.

So, once inside, the boys explained what Y/n was going through and how she was being tortured and forced to marry Malfoy. Euphemia, was disgusted with Y/n’s parents, she had heard of their reputations before but this was cruel. During the whole explanation Y/n was quiet, riding out of her shock, they guessed, until she spoke and everyone went silent “I need to to my house” she said so low it was almost inaudible, they were sure they had heard it wrong but then she said it louder this time “I need to go home before things get worse” the room went silent.

“You’re not going back there Y/n” Sirius was the first to talk, desperation in his voice.

“They’ll kill me if I don’t go back” 

“There, One more reason, it’s not safe” James added, but she insisted.

Sirius stopped, looking at her “Ok then, I’m going with you, after I pay mommy dear a visit. Can you wait only until that? i’ll be as quick as possible” 

“Yeah Y/n wait a little and calm down, you can stay here until he comes back” James said patting her shoulder gently.

“No, I don’t want to bother your parents, I’m fine” she said shyly, earning a shrug from Mrs. Potter “-and I-i don’t know how long it’ll take until my parents find out i left the Malfoys, it’s too risky” 

“Dear, calm down, there’s no problem in you staying here, I promise, wait for Sirius, he’ll be there for you, your parents are not going to hurt you. If your plan doesn’t work then you can stay here with us, just rest for a bit” Euphemia said with a motherly smile on her face.

“But Sirius don’t you think your parents will be warned too?” Y/n tried to protest but James’ mom was already showing her to her room.

Y/n was so tired from the restless nights at the Malfoys, from the fear she constantly felt that Lucius would do something to her and from her parents, that when Euphemia offered the guest room and put her there, she drifted to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Sirius caressed her hair and laid beside for a minute to make sure she was alright after the turbulent events from the break.

While she slept he told James about his plan to marry her, He was a Black, her parents would certainly be pleased with the union if the anger from the Malfoy incident passed and his parents would never refuse to wed him with a Watson, it’d be like refusing royalty, maybe it’d be difficult to explain the latest incident but anyway it was the offer of a lifetime. “Wow, Sirius are you sure? I mean, I want to save Y/n too, but- this, are you sure? This whole marriage thing is mental” James gasped.

“Her parents won’t let her stay here, they’ll try to get her back and make her marry someone else, since we humiliated Lucius, they won’t stop, I know how these people get” Sirius stated “But if I go to my parents and convince them to ask her hand to the Watsons, since she’s not officially betrothed to anyone yet, not only they’ll be thrilled but they’ll also do anything to convince her parents. And my parents would Betroth me one day too so this is just the best option for both of us” James couldn’t argue, it was a good plan in the rough.

“So you’re getting married, that’s serious” James teased “Our dear friend Y/n/n will be future Mrs. Black” he laughed hard at Sirius’ blushed face. “Oh Merlin!” He pointed a finger to Sirius “You like her! You- fancy Y/n, Merlin” James was so excited “It all makes sense, this friends with benefits thing would never work and that’s why you’re so relaxed about marrying her, because you fancy Y/N/N, Merlin!” 

“No I don’t, shove off Prongs, you’re hallucinating, we’re friends” The blush on his face wasn’t ignored by James, who laughed harder “Now, i need to go home and convince mommy Black to talk to the Watsons” Sirius cut James off, leaving the room heading to the hell he called home.

“Whatever you say Pads” James yelled from the kitchen.

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[storyofmychoices]

A Helping Hand

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Characters: Levi Schuler, Laura Day (MC) Book: Mother of the Year [Levi x MC] Word Count: ~1,100

Setting: This takes place at the end of Chapter 3.

Synopsis: Laura and Lily have returned from the school bake sale. Lily is still recovering from her allergy attack. Laura is overwhelmed with everything that has happened since moving to Goldcliffe. Levi is there to offer a helping hand and remind Laura she's not in this alone.

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ healing ; @choicesbookclub MOTY Replay

The back of her head fell against the door with a faint thud as she leaned against it for support. Laura listened for the telling ding of the elevator announcing its arrival, waiting to make sure Thomas and Luz had left before letting go.

Silent tears that had been threatening to break all day slid softly down her cheek now that she was alone. She knew she couldn't stay there, not with Lily lying in bed, still recovering from the allergy attack.

"One minute," she thought to herself. "Sixty seconds to break down and then back to super-mom mode."

Her shoulders hunched forward as her face sank into her hands, muffling her quiet cries.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Laura jumped, inhaling deeply at the sound behind her. Her head fell back once more. "Forty-five seconds," she thought to herself. "Close enough, I suppose."

She scanned the apartment as she wiped her tears, looking to see if Luz or Thomas had left something which had prompted their return. She tried to blink away the remaining unshed tears, not wanting them to see her like that.

A flat smile grew across her face as she opened the door. "Forget something?"

"Not that I'm aware." Levi ran his fingers through his dark, wavy hair.

"Levi?" Laura shook her head, reconciling the change in what she had anticipated. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you."

"I shouldn't have intruded. I'm sorry. I'll let you go."

"No, it's okay. What can I do for you?"

"How's Rocket?"

"What?"

"I—" He looked down at his boots momentarily, his fingers pointing over his shoulder toward the elevator. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you come up before; and, it didn't sound like Lily was feeling well. I just wanted to check—she's a good kid."

The tears she had been holding back welled up again.

His eyes widened with worry at the sight of her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. He didn't know what had come over him; he was not this forward, but he couldn't stand seeing her in pain.

Laura surprised herself, falling into his chest, letting the warmth of his embrace consume her. "I'm sorry. I'm usually more put together than this."

"It's okay." Levi rested his head on hers, his thumb caressing comforting circles on her back. "What happened? Is Rocket okay?"

She nodded, sniffing back her silent cries. "She has a severe soy allergy. The attack today wasn't as bad as it could have been, thankfully. She's already healing and recovering. It's just—"

"Shh—"

"I'm really not normally like this," she repeated, unable to stop the tears. She felt surprisingly safe with him, like she didn't need to hide what she was feeling. She could just be. It was the most peace she'd felt since moving to Goldcliffe. "I'm just tired," she finally resigned herself. "I pulled an all-nighter last night for the bake sale, and now this. It just feels like one thing after another since we moved here."

"What can I do?" His soothing voice was warm on her skin.

"It's okay." She breathed deeply, attempting to find her composure. "I've got this."

"I know you do. But you don't have to do it alone." He pulled back, his empathetic eyes meeting hers. "Let me help."

Laura wanted to resist, but she nodded instead. She moved to the side, inviting him into the apartment. "Lily's sleeping right now, but I'm worried she might wake and need something. I need to keep an eye on her."

"You need a break. Get some sleep. I'll watch Rocket."

"Levi, I can't ask you that." She sighed heavily, rubbing her tired eyes.

"You didn't. I offered." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I can stay all night if you need me. I don't have work until the afternoon."

Laura looked down, a soft smile growing on her face. "That's too much. I can't—"

"You can."

"How about fifteen minutes? Let me take a quick shower. Then, I'll sleep on the chair in Lily's room."

"Whatever you need."

Laura peered into Lily's bedroom one more time. Her daughter was still sleeping comfortably. "Thank you."

"Go." He insisted, taking up position outside Lily's room. "I'll get you if anything changes."

Reluctantly, she left Lily with Levi.

Warm water cascaded around her, washing her tears away as quickly as they fell. The moment of realization replayed in her mind, watching Lily succumb to the allergy attack again and again. Laura quickly rinsed off, trying to shake the thoughts from her mind. She drew her hair up in a wet bun and threw on a sweatsuit. She was certain she wouldn't be winning any runway titles, but at least she felt as though she had washed the day away.

A giggle slipped from her lips as she found Levi in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up for the first time since it all started. "What are you doing?"

"It still fits," he joked, posing with the frilly apron he had worn on his first visit to the apartment.

Laura tried to stifle her laugh, but she couldn't.

"There we go!" He moved closer to her, his smile matching her own. "That's what I was going for."

"You didn't have to wear it." Her brow rose in amusement.

"I didn't have to, I get to," he emphasized.

Laura sucked her lip as his words echoed those she had once said to him.

"Here." He grabbed a mug of tea from the counter that he had prepared. "It's for you. I hope it helps." Before she could say anything, he pulled the apron off and returned it to the hook he had found it on. "Can I do anything else?"

"No," she shook her head. The warmth of the mug between her fingers was soothing. "You've done more than enough."

"I'll get out of your hair." He turned toward the door.

She put the tea on the counter and followed him. "Levi?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." Laura brushed a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, Levi."

"Goodnight, Laura."

She watched as he returned to his apartment; with one last look back, they shared a soft smile before shutting their respective doors.

Laura yawned as she retrieved her mug of tea and made her way to her daughter's room.

"Sleep, my Stargirl," she whispered, pulling up the blankets around Lily. "I love you to the moon and back."

She settled into the chair in the corner of Lily's room. She sipped the warm beverage, letting it calm her.

As her lips pressed against the mug, she realized her smile hadn't faded. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of his stumble against her lips. She let that memory overshadow the panic she felt early. Lily was safe now and so was she.

Things hadn't been easy since they arrived in town. And, things weren't going to magically fix themselves, but maybe, just maybe, it could all still turn out alright.

Choices Perma: @the-soot-sprite​ ; @princess-geek​ ; @gardeningourmet​ ; @katrinegrey​ ; @trappedinfanfiction​ ; @aleynareads​ ; @lucy-268​ ; @xjustin-ethansgirliex​​ ; @maurine07​ ; @nikki-2406​ ; @schnitzelbutterfingers​​ ; @zeniamiii​​ ; ​​​@lauridiculous​ ; @lilyoffandoms​ ; @ruinedbypixels​

MOTY: @lorirwritesfanfic ; 

[bokutosvoid]

drivers license | k.b

Pairing - bokuto x reader (gender neutral)

(A/N; this is a drivers license song fic but bokuto is the one getting his drivers license. I’m sorry in advance)

Text in bold is events that took place In the past by the way <3

Genre; angst. Pure angst.

Word count; 1.4K

“I want to spend forever here” you whispered, rolling a daisy between your fingers. Bokuto smiled, admiring your soft face as you absent-mindedly plucked handfuls of white daisies from the earth. The sun was taking its setting descent and the both of you sat within the field near your home, soaking up the fleeting orange hazed dusk you found made the world seemingly stop around you. Bokuto hoped this moment would never end, maybe he would be able to stay here with you forever, enveloped and hidden in the daisies with the person he felt completed him. 

“Forever?” Bokuto laughed as his large hand found its way to your hair, combing through the strands gently. The forever he pondered about was the forever that, you too, wanted to remain in this serendipity that you had found. The last moments of sunlight glowed off your face as you shifted your head that lay upon his chest, turning your gaze to meet his golden eyes. “Forever” you nodded in conclusion, allowing Bokuto to delve into the look in your eyes. Your eyes held such an emotion, one that neither of you could explain just right, only made Bokuto think you spoke of that forever he wanted. The everlasting forever. 

“Excuse me?” a voice broke through Bokuto’s thoughts, looking up he was met with the receptionist that used to be situated behind the counter. She looked down at him with a smile, holding forward a folded up sheet of paper. “Congratulations on passing” she spoke kindly as Bokuto’s throat was clogged with heartbreak, unable to even force a half genuine smile.”thanks,” he nodded then stood up, not even taking another glance at the lady before making his way to the doors. 

The air outside of the building felt shallow as his chest wracked with pain. An all-consuming, sudden pain that tore through the already dissipating ounce of happiness he had left. He had just gotten his drivers license, something any teenager should feel ecstatic about. And there would have been that excitement if he was standing by your side, the person who had taught him to drive. 

“Alright! You ready?” you smiled, sitting in the passenger's seat of your car. Bokuto was sweating bullets, unable to remember what each dial, pedal and button did. He looked at you and his emotions were palpable through the way he kept his hands on his thighs, scared to crash although the car was off. 

“I don't think i can do this, y/n” he gushed hurriedly, looking at you for sympathy as you only smirked. “Yes you can! First step; hands on the wheel” the way you trusted him to do well eased his nerves slightly as his hands made hesitant contact with the steering wheel. 

You and Bokuto drove through a vacant street, his nervousness filtered out through the open windows as your laugh ceased any negative emotion he could have possibly been feeling beforehand. Street lights overhead passed by in blurs as the laughter you shared filled the car with a feeling neither of you knew would end as soon as it did. 

Bokuto now sat alone in his car, unable to ignore the stark space that now felt like this enormous pitch black beside him. The seat you used to fill now sat empty, the absence of your laugh felt more lonely than Bokuto had prepared himself for. This silence that surrounded him was deafening, splitting and tearing into his chest as the car switched on. A gush of chill air flushed over Bokuto’s face, stinging his teary eyes. Now, all over again, he went through the steps you had taught him. Knuckles burned white from the grip on the steering wheel as Bokuto tried to fight back his glossy eyes slipping tears. 

The harsh reminder of a promise he had made to you hung heavy on his slumped shoulders. 

Bright fluorescents shun down onto your figures, sitting in a roadside diner at one in the morning, didn’t cease the feeling flooding Bokuto’s senses. 

“Okay,” you pulled a white spoon from your lips, shoving it into the dish then sliding the sundae along the red and white table over to Bokuto. “We know, with my teaching skills, you're going to pass,” you smiled as Bokuto pushed a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. 

“So when that happens I want you to do something…” you said. Bokuto looked at you expectantly for a second as he pushed the sundae back over. “What is it?” He asked, wiping a drop of chocolate sauce off his cheek. 

“The second you pass, you drive up to my place.” 

Bokuto found himself sitting motionless, debating whether or not to comply with the agreement you had settled on. He knew it wouldn't help either of you, instead, he was fully aware how much it would hurt him to see you so happily moved on with that person he had seen on your story. Their blonde hair raked down on his insecurity of not being enough for you, maybe things would have lasted forever if his hair was shiny and golden blonde, worthy of shining like the sun next to you while his hair matched that of a rainy day, foggy and associated with gloom. 

Through cloudy vision, your street felt like a magnet against the car wheels, dragging him through unfamiliar suburbs to a place he seldom found himself not missing. He loved you in a way that was tender and kind, and you had loved him softly and with care, like gentle kisses goodnight and everything sweet in the world. But all good things must come to an end and it turns out love that is soft and tender can’t withstand the bitter test of time. 

Your house looked dark, except for the light in your room peaking through the dusk light that edged on the horizon. He waited for a moment, he wasn't sure what for, maybe for you to come running out with a smile, jumping into the passenger's seat once more so you could drive around aimlessly. But it turns out, his waiting came to seeing that blonde walk out of your home, carrying a bag over their shoulder. They stayed the night? 

Bokuto’s thoughts and feelings fused together from then, furious tears rolled down his cheeks freely, burning against his flushed cheeks from this realisation. The realisation that you now weren't around, not here with him and not waiting on him to drive to your place. He couldn't explain this feeling, memories of you searing into his mind as the car bleared some song on the radio, he hoped maybe it would silence your voice and the way you used to laugh with him in traffic ringing through his heartbroken soul. 

His car sat still in front of the daisy field, sniffling softly as his tears dried, looking down at your contact. He contemplated calling you, only to hear your voice even if for only a second. But the want quickly died out on his fingertips as it hovered over the call button, recalling how he was probably the last person on your mind at this moment. 

But what Bokuto didn't know was how you too sat in your car, the engine buzz filling the silence as you looked over the field of daisies, only two cars separating you from each other. You had just called off whatever you had with your fling, asking them to collect their things from your home, leaving out the detail that you still missed Bokuto. You missed his loud laugh, his voice, his hair that reminded you of rain in the most beautiful way. You found that the things you searched for in them, Bokuto had possessed in a way you couldn’t possibly compensate for. You looked at his contact, his name still adorning a heart beside it because you couldn't bring yourself to take it away. You wished to call him, using each fibre of your being to hold yourself back from seeking out the person still living within the crack of your broken heart, even though you didn't know he still kept you safely nestled in the space of his own. 

So you will both sit here, between cars and calls while drowning under waves of words you weren't saying. Among in this field of daisies you had shared when everything was perfect in your small piece of everlasting forever. 

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Number 12 for the minific prompt post! JonMartin of course :3

Hell yeah thank you!

Anyone order first person Jon? I know I didn't but here it is anyway :D

#12 things you said when you thought i was asleep

H-hey, Martin are you awake? Can you hear me?

....

Good because I wanted to tell you something and I don't think I could if you were awake.

I wanted to tell you about that time when you said something that stayed with me when you thought I wasn't listening.

It was one of those times when you came into my office and I was there, laying my head on the table. I was very exhausted. Because what else would I be? I was so tired of it all. Being afraid. Being suspicious. It was always there on my mind, like a stove you suddenly remember you forgot to turn off when you left the house.

Heh. I suppose now there's a name even for that fear. Of a forgotten stove burning down a home.

But I digress.

It was right after that embarrassing scene I made about your Trevor Herbert lie. Remember? The one where I basically forced you to tell me about your CV. Yeah. That one. God I was such a mess.

Before I continue I-I just wanted to say something. And this isn't to justify the way I acted. Because the way I acted was abhorrent and unacceptable and you didn't deserve it. But, like with everything else those days, I felt betrayed. I wanted to trust you so much. Back then when I found your letter to your mum I couldn't think of anything else for days. Because I was so sure beforehand that my suspicions of you were not real. That you're the least likely to... Turn against me I suppose. You were so caring and it hurt so much to think that you would lie to me. It doesn't excuse how I spoke to you in any way but I think it's important that you know how I felt. How important you were to me even back then when everything seemed to take a backseat to the constant paranoia.

That confrontation exhausted me. I spent days agonizing over it and the relief of knowing that your lie was unrelated to me, that it proved you were safe, it took every fighting spirit I had left out of me completely.

That evening I stayed late in my office, as I usually did. Normally I'd still be frantically searching for statements relevant to anything regarding Gertrude but that evening it was all I could do not to conk out right then and there. My eyes could barely remain open and so I ended up laying my head on the desk, closing my eyes for what seemed like a moment.

I actually don't know how long I was asleep? Must have been a bit because next time I was aware of anything it was to you clearing out the mug from my desk. You did that often when you felt it was getting too late and you were preparing to leave. And yes, I had noticed that you'd stayed much later than you needed to and somewhere in my mind I was aware that you did it to make sure I was fine.

So when it got too late, you would enter the room with the premise of clearing out my empty mug and admonish me for staying late. Heh. You even managed to convince me to leave with you sometimes, stubborn and suspicious as I was.

This time I was still with my head on the table and I know. I know I should have gotten up, made sure you knew I was awake but for some reason I-I didn't? I had the strangest urge to remain as I was, to see what you would do. I also hadn't yet apologized for my behavior and partially wanted to avoid the awkwardness. I'm so sorry for that.

You were already by my desk when I awoke and I remained as I was while you busied yourself around me. Stacking the papers properly. Wiping away crumbs from the biscuits you left me earlier that day. Taking the small plate and the mug.

I could hear your hands around me and I had the inexplicable urge to reach out and grab them. At the time I didn't understand why and suppressed it.

You seemed about done when you paused for a moment and sighed, placing down the mug and the plate for a moment.

I could hear you standing there silently for a long moment and imagined you looking at me reproachfully. But then you said my name.

And I never heard my name spoken like that. It felt like a word of promise. It felt like something so familiar and affectionate it was jarring. How could I have lived my entire life not hearing my name spoken like that? It felt so gentle, protective and natural from your mouth I wanted to lift my head at that moment to acknowledge it. But I froze, afraid I was just imagining it.

You said my name. "Jon," you said. "I wish..." and didn't continue. I can imagine now what you wanted to say but at the time the words branded me but confused me as well. Wish for what? What is it you wanted from me? Why am I allowing myself to be vulnerable around you, to trust you to do nothing bad while I slept? There were so many things I didn't understand.

And then I felt something drape around me, it was a jacket, your jacket which you covered me with. You gently wrapped it around me and my heart clenched. Then you brushed my hair away from my face. At that moment I didn't want you to stop.

"I wish I could..." you said again and stopped. Then you left, leaving me surrounded with your warm smell and the lingering feeling of your hand on my face.

It changed something in me. That moment. I didn't know what it was at the time but the feeling, the sound of my name said in that way, it stayed with me. It made me want to know what you wished you could do so I can help you fulfill it. It made me want to forever hear your voice sounding so soft and protective, directed at me. It made me want things I didn't understand at the time and wouldn't until much later.

I, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. I suppose I wanted you to understand where it started for me. In the quiet moments during the times of my deepest distress you were there, as stable as a pillar and as soft as a warm protective jacket to make sure I was alright. And I want you to know that whatever it is you wish for, I'll make sure you have it. All of it. You deserve all of the affection I wasn't able to give until now. Please know how much I love you. How- how much I've missed you. And how much I wish I could make you as happy and safe as you make me. It is the only thing I have left to wish for and I hope that I can be good enough to fulfill yours.

Goodnight, Martin.

[miioouu]

Omggg can i request the 3 main 1-A boys, post ua?? And like coming home from a long day at work to their fem s/o having made dinner, put the kids to bed and is sound asleep all snug in bed? I need some like domestic fluff w them sliding into bed next to their s/o late at nightttt (if you can't do all 3 at least todoroki pleeeease? Love your writing to pluto n back! ❤❤)

Awwwww that message at the end was so sweet nonny! Thank you for requesting!!! ❤️💜❤️

Midoriya Izuku 💚

Hero life, what an absolute mess! Don't get him wrong, but Deku was tired of the chaotic days. Fulfilling and amazing, yes. But that didn't mean that it wasn't exhausting either. From the weight of saving the country and its population, keeping a good image and being a role model to everyone and then to stay safe because he had another life, a much normal one he wouldn't want to lose. His family back home, waiting for him each day. The kids might be too young to truly understand but you, you knew the dangers.

Slowly turning the key and opening the door, a breath of relief escaping him as he stepped inside his safe place, his home. Not a sound can be heard, assuming everyone was asleep he couldn't help but let a small smile creep on his face. Walking around and into the kitchen, the sight in front of him making his heart flutter like day one. His beautiful wife left him a plate of his favorite food out and covered with a little note, he can only assume written by his oldest daughter from the messy handwriting "For daddy!" All fuzzy and warm from the inside, he was quick to devour the food all while thinking of how lucky he is to have such an amazing family.

Done with diner, he made his way to his two daughters' room, seeing them asleep he made his way in. Adjusting the covers on them and kneeling down to press soft kisses on their heads and wishing them a good night. And finally he can go to his room. Taking off his clothes and slipping in more comfortable ones. Thankful for having shower back in the agency because as soon as he saw the bed he barely had the energy to drag himself to it and getting under the covers. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, head nuzzling in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. The additional weight in the bed making your eyes flutter open and turning only to be met by green eyes looking so lovingly at you. "Hey" was the only you could get out of your mouth, still tired and sleepy. Though he couldn't care, he didn't mind, leaning forward and pressing his lips on your in a loving, gentle and grateful kiss. "Get back to sleep honey."

Todoroki Shoto 💙❤️

Shoto didn't grow up in the most "normal" and loving household. His father barely present and whenever he did see him it was just to train him and yell at him. His mother, although nice and kind, didn't leave him scarred bother physically and emotionally. His biggest fear in life is for his family to turn out like his. But with you by his side, he knew it was impossible.

After long days of fighting and patrolling, the only thing in his mind was to come back to his familly. Even in the middle of the night when he's sure everyone is asleep, he wants to be with them. Exhausted, he dragged himself to his house, his only motivation to see his adorable son and cuddle with you in bed. The thought alone making him happy, spreading up his pace to finally realize his daily dream. Upon coming home, silence resonating meaning you're all in bed. And the light of the kitchen still on indicating him that there's a special treat for him in the fridge. Years spent together made you develop a sixth sense, knowing exactly what he need after his shift. Stomach full and happy smile on his face, he slid into the bedroom, greeted with his son wriggling around in his crib, too young still to sleep the whole night away. He feels bad, but he's glad that he's wide awake. Freeing him from the mattress and taking him in his arms, Shoto cooed at the baby while pacing around the room, humming the lullabies he still remembers from his mom, enjoying the liitle ritual he développe with his baby boy. And as soon as the kid's eyes closed, he was ready to do the same. Sneaking under the cover and brushing loose strands away from your face only to press a kiss to your cheek. Gentle and soft to not wake you up. Gentle and soft to represent his love, his happiness. Proud to have a family much different than his.

Bakugo Katsuki 🧡

Love, he never showed it to the public. Always putting up a facade, keeping his reputation of the angry, strict hero up. But after years and years in the public's eye, he was tired of frowning, of staying stong and seeming unbothered. When in reality, he was happy, the happiest man alive in fact. With the most wonderful women by his side, a loving wife he can be his true self around, showing his weakness and his joy, sahring moments of intimacy and sacred love. With the most amazing kids anyone could ever ask for, smart and strong just like him, emotional and soft just like you. A lot of people say a perfect life doesn't exist, but his is thr prove that they're wrong.

Coming home after hours upon hiurs of work, dropping his bag to the floor, not caring how loud it may sound, you've all grown used to it, and heading straight to the kitchen knowing you left him something to eat. Expensive and five stars restaurant couldn't compare to the love you pour into each and every dish you prepare for him. You might complain about his weird and strich diet, but you could never refuse him. Waiting for it to warm up, he'd sneak into the kids' room, the smell of strawberry and apple shampoo filling his nose as he tried to walk silently towards them. Brushing his little daughter's hair away from her face and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head then moving to his older son, adjusting his covers and pushing him closer to the middle of the bed, afraid he might fall. Gently, he tried but his son woke up eventually, though not annoyed, loving that he gets to see his father after a long day deprived of him. He'd get up to give him a hug, holding into his leg so tight since he can't reach higher. Bakugou tried to put him back to bed, but stubborn like his father, the kid refused following the older man to the kitchen watching him eat and having small talks about the day. Finally sleep took over him, the only thing he wanted was to go to bed and nuzzle next to you, but with the child between his feet, he didn't know what to do. "Dad, can I sleep in your bed? Just tonight?" And how can Katsuki refuses his little son's wish? Carrying him and moving to your bedroom now, half asleep he layed him next to you, the little boy's arm fast to wrap around you as he pressed himself even closer to you. Chuckling as he watched the joys of his life interact to cutely, he was quick to shed off his work clothes and put on his pyjamas, slipping under the cover and taking the two of you under his arm, tucking you closer to his chest "Goodnight dad" Pressing one final kiss to his son's head and one of your cheek he let himself doze into slumber "Goodnight my love."